Page 152 of Their Dangerous Game
I swallow as he helps me stand and I turn to look down at him.
Holding out his hands, he says gently, “Come here, kitten.”
His eyes are soft, and I want to trust him, but I know better. I take both his hands and he guides me down onto his lap again, this time straddling him. His cock twitches under my bare pussy. Fuck. I don’t know how much more of this I can take before I explode.
Or worse beg for more. Beg them for release.
His eyes are dark pools as he says, “Lie back, kitten.”
When I relax against his thighs, he takes my nipple into his mouth. He doesn’t tease like Jack did, but suckles me as his cock presses against me intimately. Those shock waves ripple through me, keying me up, making me arch up into him. Making me need. Making me want. Something more.
His hands hold mine to keep me from grabbing. From digging them into his hair to hold him closer.
He kisses across my chest to the other nipple. Everything sharpens down to his lips as they close over my breast. I gasp and squirm against his erection. Just when I can’t take it anymore, Luke calls out, “Time, princess.”
I whimper with frustrated need.
Eli pulls me to sit, his mouth so close to mine his breath brushes against my lips. The fog of desire has me in its grip. I want to fall into his dark eyes and lose myself. I start to lean in.
Hands under my arms pull me away from Eli, making me stand. I almost protest as his heat is taken away. The coolness against my bare breasts pulls me a little out of the fog. Enough to remember where I am and who I’m with.
“You’re mine now, little nympho.” Caden sits in his chair and draws me down. He slouches. When I sit, his hard, thick cock is right under my pussy. He wears silky shorts that aren’t as thick as Eli’s sweats.
Heat sizzles over my bare skin and I’m so much more aware of every sensation. The coolness of the room hardens my bare nipples. The ridge of Caden’s shorts presses against me intimately. Luke’s sultry gaze on my body sets my temperature to boiling.
I can’t seem to settle down. I’m anxious, knowing something is lurking right out of my reach. That I might not get there with their insistence to stick to thirty seconds each time they touch me. But somewhere, even in the fog, I know the limit is a good thing.
“Spin the bottle, sweetheart.” Jack’s voice draws my attention as I sink into Caden’s warm, solid chest. His heat comes through his shirt, drawing me closer. Like a mouse mesmerized by a snake, I’m helpless against wanting these boys.
I blink a few times, trying to regain control. Shit, what the hell is happening to me? My control keeps slipping away. No longer caring what happens as long as they keep touching me. Almost scared they’ll stop.
I do what I know I need to and lean forward to spin the bottle.
“Fuck me,” Caden curses under his breath before I sit back down in his lap. The bottle spins and spins. It stops on Luke.
I couldn’t stop this game if my life depended on it. I want more. I want to taste them. Feel their lips on my breasts and where I ache the most, between my legs.
“Heads.”
Luke’s eyebrow goes up. Crossing over to me, he takes his t-shirt off and tosses it behind him. Fuck, he’s gorgeous.Magnificent. Cut from marble. A warrior frozen in time. Is he as cold as he looks? I reach out with my hands.
“Not so fast, grabby.” Caden catches my hands and holds them behind my back. “Mouths only.”
I wet my lips and lift my gaze to Luke’s. He looks amused. While I’m afraid of keying them up, I can’t resist pushing and trying to make them feel as shredded as I am. Especially Luke.
There’s something about tempting Death that thrills me. I want to break his control. I want him to beg me for more so I can withhold it and torture him the way he tortures me.
I smirk up at him before I flick his nipple with my tongue.
His skin is so hot.
Pressing my lips against his pecs, I open my mouth and suck his nipple. When I get a moan from him, heat spirals through me, and I bite down gently and tug slightly on his tip.
“Fuck, princess.” His hand grabs my ponytail and he tugs my head away. His eyes burn me. “You’re playing with fire.”
“Luke.” Eli’s tone is a warning. A warning neither of us cares about right now.
I arch my eyebrow at Luke. “Isn’t that the point?”
