Page 55 of Moon Blind Hearts
I roll my eyes. “The cameras aren’t on?—”
“I didn’t ask about the cameras,” Oak interrupts. “Take off your clothes.”
I narrow my eyes. “Or what?”
Cash looks between us. “Well, we’ll just ask real nicely again until you do. Clearly.”
His words break the tension and I flick my gaze to his, watching him carefully.
“We’re gonna help you relax before we start,” Sawyer explains. “And if you decide you’d like to hit record in the middle of it . . .” He hands me the remote for the cameras. “Then you can hit the button.”
I stare down at the little remote. “I’m sorry I’m being so difficult.”
“Don’t apologize,” Oak growls, moving over to the bench set up. “Just sit on my face, darlin’.”
My eyes widen. “Oh.”
Sawyer’s arms circle my hips. “May I?” he asks, his fingers tucking beneath the skimpy clothing I’m wearing. When I nod, he starts to slide my thong down, down, down my thighs, so achingly slow, that by the time he’s done, I’m a bundle of nerves.
“Are your breasts off limits today?” Cash asks, coming in front of me. When I shake my head, he groans, “fuck yeah,” before he removes my bra.
I’m standing between the two men in nothing but the straps left behind. Before I can ask if they’re sure about this, Sawyer lifts me into his arms. He carries me over to the bed like I weigh nothing at all, before settling me on it.
“You heard the man,” he purrs in my ear. “Sit on his face.” He taps the remote in my hand. “And if you wanna start recording at any point, you just hit that button.”
I nod, frazzled at the turn of events, before I crawl across the bed. Oak watches me with heated eyes. When I go to sling my leg over him, he grabs me and jerks me across his chest faster, throwing me off balance.
“Give me a taste of this sweet pussy,” he growls, before dragging me over his face.
The moment his tongue rolls against my clit, I gasp, my hand clenching around the remote between my fingers.
“That’s my girl,” Sawyer groans. “I love the sounds you make when he circles your clit.”
“Oh,” I groan, grinding down on his tongue as his hands clamp down tighter on my thighs, holding me to him so I can’t run away. Cash crawls onto the bed beside us and while I ride Oak’s face, he starts to stroke his hands along my body, cupping my breasts, stroking them, until the smallest beads of moisture appear there.
“Oak’s going to love that,” Cash groans. “I bet you looked fucking beautiful while he milked you dry.”
I tip my head back, grinding against his face hard while Sawyer crawls onto the bed on the opposite side.
“I’d have liked to see that,” he groans. “I bet you made the sweetest sounds while he fucked you.”
“While the pumps sucked these nipples,” Cash adds, leaning down and drawing one into his mouth.
“While he stretched you fucking wide,” Sawyer continues. He leans in and whispers in my ear. “We’re going to stretch you wider than that today, beautiful.”
My pussy spasms and Oak swirls his tongue around my entrance before pressing it inside, sucking up my arousal at their words.
And suddenly, I’m not thinking about my anxiety anymore. I’m not worried about where this is going. I’m just fucking ready for whatever they throw at me.
“I’m . . .” I try, trying to catch my breath as my body fights toward an orgasm. “I’m going to . . . hit record.”
“Good girl,” Oak growls against my pussy.
“So beautiful,” Sawyer groans as his hands start to explore. “So perfect.”
But it’s Cash who helps us drop into the scene fully. “We’re at your disposal, Mistress.”
I press the button and toss the remote aside before grabbing a handful of Cash’s hair and dragging him back to my left breast. Sawyer comes in on the right and takes my right nipple into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue until I’m a mess.
