Page 37 of His to Explore
“Let’s make her do that a lot,” Cam says, eager like it’s Christmas morning. “Preferably on our cocks.”
“Don’t let up,” I tell Anthony in a dark voice, my eyes glued to her face. I usually let her come down for a bit after an orgasm, but not tonight. She wants to be overwhelmed with pleasure? Well, that’s what she’s getting. “Let’s give her another.”
“Grant,” she whines, moving to shut her legs.
“Still,” I bark out, grabbing her leg. Cam does the same on the other side and makes atskingnoise.
“Do we need to hold you down, little toy?” She moans again, louder, and he chuckles. “As much as I like her noises, maybe it’s time we silenced that mouth.” He looks at me, eyebrows raised, smirking. “I’d really like to fuck it.”
He says it casually, like he’s talking about the weather or some shit, and Kensie gasps on the table. A good gasp, I’m pretty sure. The kind that means she’s shocked but turned on.
“What do you think?” I ask her, leaning down so our faces are close. “Should I let him fuck your pretty little mouth?”
“Yes,” she moans, then arches her back at whatever Anthony is doing with his fingers. “Oh myGod.”
I kiss her forehead. I’m done second guessing. She’s clearly loving this, and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t turning me on like crazy. The thought of her sucking Cam’s dick makes me feel more eager than homicidal, so I smile at him over her prone body.
“She has the sweetest little mouth. You’re going to love it.”
His responding grin is downright evil and he immediately reaches for his belt. I look over at Anthony. “Give her something to moan about before he gets his dick in her mouth.”
Everything seems like it’s going well—better than well. Fucking perfect. She’s already come once and I can tell from the way she’s squirming that she’s going to come again, soon. She’s whimpering and moaning, practically gasping for breath the way she gets when she’s really turned on.
But when Cam gets his dick out and walks up to the side of the table, everything changes. Her body goes still before her limbs get tense, her eyes widening. I think Anthony senses it too, because he starts to remove his fingers from her core right before Cam steps up to her face.
Kensie twists a little, moving to the side. Moving away from him. Her wide-eyed gaze meets mine and I see it. In the split second before she opens her mouth, there’s a flash of something in her eyes.
Panic.
Then her lips part and she gasps out a single word.
“Red.”
KENSIE
Panic courses through me, sharp and hot. I need to get covered, I need to get space. I needout.
“It’s okay,” Grant says and I can tell he’s trying to keep his voice calm even though fear and concern lace the words. “I’m going to get you out of this, okay? Try to be still for me.”
“Where are they?” I’m definitely not making it easy on him, frantically tugging at my hands and twisting on the table. The urge to cover myself is overwhelming, making it impossible to think, impossible to calm down and be still as Grant requested. “Can you get me a blanket?”
Suddenly his face appears right in front of mine, covering my field of vision. I stare into the familiar brown eyes, trying to focus. “No one else is here,” he tells me. “I made them both leave immediately. It’s just us. Just me and you.”
I finally manage to pull in a full breath at those words.Just me and you. No one else here.
“Good,” he says, watching my face. Something soft falls over my chest and I realize he took his shirt off to cover me. “Keep breathing just like that. Good girl. I’m going to get these knots undone, okay?” I manage to nod, but there’s nothing I can do about the tears streaming down my face.
Embarrassment burns in my chest, choking and overwhelming. I can’t believe I reacted like that. I just completely lost it in front of Grant and his friends. God, he’s probably so humiliated. He told me he’s done this numerous times before, with many subs. Better subs. Subs who wouldn’t freak out at something as simple as a menage. A menage that I asked for! God, what is wrong with me?
“I’m so sorry,” I mutter, shutting my eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
“Hey,” Grant suddenly says, his face hovering over mine again. “Stop it, Kensie. You have nothing to be sorry for.”
“My arms,” I whimper, tugging. To my surprise they come easily.
“Your hands are free. Sit up with me.”
He pulls me into a sitting position and then I’m in his arms. I sink into his chest, relishing the familiar spiced scent of him. Nothing like the foreign presence of the other men. A shudder runs through me at the thought.
