Page 35 of Room Ten: Praise Times Three

“Okay.”

Caiden gathers up the hem of my T-shirt, waiting patiently for me to lift my arms. Then he slides my shorts down my legs, laying them on my T-shirt over the sofa next to Reese’s head. His eyes trail over my body, caressing me, making me feel worshipped without words. “Damn.”

Reese runs his big hand up my side and cups my breast, pinching my lace covered nipple between his thumb and forefinger while Caiden slides his hands up the inside of my thighs, his touch gentle and loving. He rubs the crook of his finger over the lace covering my lower lips, where all the tingles accumulate every time one of them touches me.

Something about his gentle, unhurried touch has me spreading my leg, welcoming and inviting him in to play.

He chuckles. “That’s our girl. Spread wide for me, and I’ll make you happy.” His fingertips play along the edges of my panty line before pushing them inside, his skin contacting my most sensitive spot, which he circles with the pad of his thumb.

“Ahhh,” I croon before Reese seals my lips with his mouth, swallowing down my cry of pleasure.

I’m arching into Reese’s touch, kissing him with uncontrolled desire while Caiden kisses the insides of my thighs and uses his fingers to pleasure me. The pressure of my orgasm builds quickly as he circles my sensitive nub over and over, and just when I think I’m about to come, he slides a long finger inside me, stroking me in rhythm with his thumb.

“Ahhh!” I cry out, the sound muffled by Reese’s tongue, my hips jerking against Caiden’s hand.

I’ve never come with a man before.

I don’t even own any toys, and I’ve only made myself come a handful of times over the years—usually when a really steamy book makes the ache between my legs impossible to ignore—which is why I generally avoid reading them.

I’m not a prude—I swear, I’m not—but I’ve never been inspired to want more. I always figured I’d meet the right man one day, and he’d turn on all the right faucets and stoke the fire that is supposed to burn deep inside me, but I never expected to meet three guys who stimulated the most basic needs within me.

I come back to myself when Reese finally lets go of my lips, and then I look down my body to find Caiden’s face within inches of my most intimate of places. He pulls his finger out of me and brings it to his mouth, sucking my juices from his skin. “Mmmm. You taste good, baby. Have you ever tasted yourself?”

I can’t believe he just did that. It’s carnal and intimate, and makes my belly clench with need for more. With wide eyes, I shake my head. “No.”

“Has anyone?”

“No.”

“Never?” Reese asks incredulously.

Again with the head shaking. Matt did nothing more than kiss me, lay me on my back, enter me, thrust a couple times, and then tell me he loved me as he came. That was it. It was passionless, although gentle, and utterly devoid of emotion outside of his spoken words. He treated me like a doll to be left on the shelf, someone to be rarely seen and never heard. Looking back on it, I think the only reason he ever initiated sex was because I hinted to wanting it. I think he would have been fine with waiting until our wedding day—keeping me that pristine virgin wife that fit a certain image he had in his head.

“Oh, baby. I know we said we wouldn’t pressure you, but you have to let us go down on you.” Caiden bites his finger, as if the idea of being denied physically hurts him.

Right now, I’m feeling so good, I’d do anything they asked me. “What do I do?”

Caiden stands up and offers me his hand. “Come sit on my lap and let Soren pleasure you.”

I never heard Soren move, but he’s sitting next to us on the coffee table, watching intently.

I turn my wide eyes to him. “Is that what you want?”

He nods and slides the back of his hand across his mouth. “The idea of eating your pussy makes my mouth water.”

Pussy. I haven’t heard Soren use a crude word once, and yet, right now, the word seems perfect given the situation.

Giving Caiden my hand, I let him bring me to my feet and follow him to the armchair. He sits down and pulls me to stand in front of him, hooking his fingers into the lacy legs of my panties. “I’m going to take these off now.”

I nod, pushing them down my hips as he guides them past my knees before I step out of them. Then he pulls me down onto his lap, my back pressed against his chest. “Just relax, baby, and let us take care of you.”

Soren comes to stand between our knees and leans forward, kissing me on the mouth. His kiss is once again possessive, firm and dominant, and I’m melting into Caiden even though it’s Soren turning me into a puddle of goo.

He pulls back slightly and whispers in my ear, “Thank you for this gift, beautiful.”

Then he drops to his knees, peppering my thighs with kisses before putting his mouth between my legs. I’m instantly arching my back, my clit plump and sensitive from Caiden’s touch minutes ago. The clasp on the front of my bra pops open with a flick of Reese’s fingers, my breasts exposed as Soren’s tongue plunges between my slick folds.

Caiden tilts my head back. “Kiss me, baby.”

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