Page 129 of Why Cheese?
“Very well.” Cam heaves me back to my feet. He flounces into his chair and waves his fingers like he’s conducting an orchestra or flagging down a taxi. “But I get first dibs.”
“You had those last night,” Cheddy argues.
“And?”
I pull out the keys, but pause and look to Brie. He’s finished wiping the paint from his fingers but keeps staring out the window. “Brie? Are you ready?”
Tossing the towel aside, Brie smiles. “Always.”
The floor creaks as Roq rises to stand behind Cheddy. One by one, all four of my men stand to watch as I slip the key into the lock. I turn it once and they start to count.
“Two,” Brie says.
“Three,” Cam adds.
“Four!” Cheddy cheers.
“Five,” Roq declares.
The keys dangle from the lock, their reflection bouncing back. I peer into the dark but focus on the light behind me. Taking a deep breath, I start to turn to them. Arms wrap around me. Fingers tug on my zipper, pull my dress, and lips kiss wherever there’s skin to find.
The lights dim until only a single bulb of soft orange hangs above me. I fly through the air as they call out orders.
“Clear the counter.”
“Did you wipe this down?”
“I think my belt’s stuck.”
“You’re not wearing a belt.”
A loud smack sunders the bickering, and I glance over my shoulder. Roq catches my eye and he releases the slate board he dropped to the counter. I bite my lip, doing my best to keep cool even as I tremble down to my panties.
“If I may…” Cam pushes back my purple hair and kisses the nape of my neck. Two men fight to my dress’s zipper and start to pull. As he goes down, Brie places a steadying hand on my back. Cam’s kisses drift across my shoulder. He hooks onto the bowing sleeve of my dress, tugging it just far enough for him to kiss me—first at my upper arm, then my elbow, before he toys with my fingers.
I dance my fingertips through the air, each one landing on his cheek. As he gazes into my eyes, I press into his skin, hollowing his deadly dimples while he sucks harder than ever.
“Boobs!” Cheddy exclaims. He face dives right for my chest, not letting my bra slow him down for a second. His tongue laps across, then down my cleavage while he wiggles his fingers up my bra band. I gasp at the tight elastic trying to compress my ribs.
“Slow down,” Roq chides him. “This is an experience, after all.” From behind me, he pops open the hooks with just one hand. My bra springs forward and Cheddy grabs it. He tugs both straps right down my arms, not caring that Cam’s still at the end of one. The entire armhole goes clear over his head until he’s wearing my bra like a necktie.
With a snicker, Cam lets go of my finger and sits back. “Chedward.”
“What?” He barely looks back before diving to me. Lips on mine, hands teasing then clinging to my tits—Cheddy shoves my panty-covered ass into the counter. “You’ve worn worse,” is his cutting remark before he returns to ravishing me.
“He’s right,” Roq says getting a slow glare from Cam.
“Babe, your legs are…” Cheddy sweeps his hands down my bare thighs, reminding me why I never wear tights. Not that they’d last long with this group. “I want them up here. No, here!” He lifts my calf toward his waist, nearly pushing me to the floor.
“Whoa, whoa.” Brie follows, catching me before I wind up sprawled at their feet with my legs in the air. Though I wouldn’t be against that eventuality.
Holding my hand, he reaches his palm around the small of my back and lifts me. “Wait your turn,” Brie says and kisses my knuckles.
“Right.” Cheddy runs his hands back through his hair. His trousers are straining so hard, I spot the red flesh of his cock nearly prying the buttons apart by itself. “You know me.”
“Far too well.” Cam clasps a hand to Cheddy’s shoulder and pulls him back. As he does, he reaches down to help alleviate the strain on Cheddy. Even with Brie nibbling down my neck to my breast, I watch Cam not only guide out Cheddy’s cock, but give it a few good pumps.
The way the crown jumps with each touch and how Cheddy throws his head back sets my body on fire. I dig into Brie’s hair, clinging for dear life as Cam whispers something in Cheddy’s ear. Then he stares down at the red, rock-hard cock before giving me a smile of pure mischief.
