Page 57 of Players and Pages
“Too late,” I grumbled. Griff’s fingers moved to my cheek, turning me to face him and claiming my mouth. His fingers teased over the silk covering my chest, my nipples standing at attention now. He swallowed my moans with his kiss, letting me fall apart as he held me up.
“Your scent is going to be the death of me, sweets,” Jackson groaned. His massage moved higher, sliding over my overly sensitive skin and sending a shudder through me. The space was tight but my legs fell open enough for his fingers to tease over the lace I’d already soaked through with slick. “She’s so wet for us.”
Griff kissed me harder as Jackson pushed aside my panties. His fingers stroked through my slick, teasing over my clit before pushing inside my core. My body clenched around him, demanding more, but he was taking his time.
Each movement was slow and steady, working me up but not giving me enough. My chest was heaving, body wound tight, but there was no relief in sight.
They were content to tease me. Stroking my skin with soft touches and kissing me until I was begging, but not give me relief.
“I have regrets,” Cy complained from the front. “I’ve never driven while this fucking hard. I get first dibs.”
“That’s fine,” Jackson said as he pushed two fingers into me. Griff had broken the kiss to nibble at my ear, so there was no buffer to my moans this time. More curses echoed from the driver’s seat.
I let out a breathless laugh, barely able to believe this was happening right now.
“Oh, laugh it up, peach. You’ll be screaming for me soon enough,” he shot back, voice full of gravel.
“Please, Jackson,” I whimpered. The evil alpha chuckled, leaning in to claim my lips, his fingers pushing deeper as he did. The kiss was lazy and sweet, just like the way he was fucking me with his fingers.
Apparently, his kink was torture.
His laughter echoed out in the SUV. “Oh, it is now.”
Apparently, I said that out loud. My head was so fogged with lust that I couldn’t keep my words to myself.
The car finally came to a stop. Cy was out of the car before they even had a chance to release me, yanking open the door.
Griff handed me over, Cy easily lifting me. I wrapped my legs around him and my alpha didn’t even let out a grunt of protest as he fused his mouth to mine.
We were moving, the others guiding us to the elevator in their parking garage. Being enclosed in the elevator did nothing to calm our raging hormones. Our scents were thick in the air, my heat laced sweetness just as strong. We were all panting by the time it opened on the top floor.
They burst through as it finally opened, hitting a button to block access before putting me on my feet.
“Clothes. Off.” It was a demand and though I sounded like a cavewoman, I stood by that.
The alphas were shockingly obedient, unbuttoning their shirts and pulling them off and pushing their pants down. I pouted when they stopped there, all their boxers still in place.
“No. All of it,” I growled. My omega was so close to the surface that I felt like I was spiraling out of control.
“We will, gorgeous. Let us get you out of this dress,” Griff husked, skimming his hands over me as he walked around behind me, sliding the zipper down and pulling it down my body so it pooled at my feet.
I didn’t have it in me to feel self-conscious, and their reaction would have chased it off if I was.
Cy groaned, biting his fist at the sight of me in my matching lace set. Jackson’s eyes were dark as they ran over every inch of me and Griff ran a hand down his cock as if to calm it before he came in his boxers.
“Fuck, so gorgeous,” Griff praised.
Then he was moving closer, unhooking my bra so it fell to the floor while Cy dropped to his knees, peeling my panties down and guiding my legs open. My cheeks burned as he buried his face between my legs, breathing in my scent.
“Fuck, I can’t wait. Keep her steady,” he groaned, hooking a leg over his shoulder so my pussy was right in his face. The first swipe of his tongue was gentle, a long stroke that was savoring my taste.
Then, it was as if something snapped, he lunged forward, burying his face and sucking hard on my clit, fingers holding me open as he licked and sucked at every inch of me, cleaning off every bit of slick before pushing into my core, chasing more of my sweet essence.
Griff was at my back, steadying me, while Jackson stood beside Cy, bending down so his tongue swirled around my hard nipple. His hands massaged my breasts, squeezing before sucking harder. I bucked against Cy’s face and he groaned happily giving me even more.
For all the teasing they did earlier, Cy was the opposite. He ate me out with enthusiasm, the speed and pressure throwingme into an orgasm before I knew it. My core clenched around nothing, a whine escaping until he slid his fingers into my core, giving me something as he continued.
Cy showed no signs of stopping, still devouring my pussy as one orgasm shifted to two. By three I was sobbing and begging.
