Page 39 of Promise of Hellfire

Ethan poured us each a glass of wine before settling onto a chair and removing his tie. His fingers deftly undid several buttons and rolled up his sleeves, exposing the muscles of his forearms.

Hunter started the fire pit before slowly sipping his wine. The warmth from the wine and the flames helped to set me at ease, all of my concerns fading into the background. After setting up his easel, he pulled out a canvas. As he began to paint, I tried to peek at what he was working on. He shooed me away before dipping his brush in the paint on his palette. Soon, he lost himself in his project. His motions were smooth and fluid as he paid little attention to the conversation occurring around him. I took a large swallow of the wine I was holding, allowing the dryness to coat my tongue, and watched him furrow his brows in concentration.

Ethan sat near me silently, waiting for Dominic to finish his phone call. Suddenly he pulled me into his lap and gave me a mischievous grin. “We should inspire Hunter. Give him something more interesting to paint,” he whispered, his breath warm against my cheek. His fingers teased the skin at my waist as I swatted playfully at him.

“Dominic is on the phone with his parents,” I replied quietly.

Ethan leaned in, nuzzling against the column of my neck, and placed a gentle kiss against my collarbone. “That’s exactly why we should. We can distract him and hurry his conversation along.”

Any argument was silenced as his lips trailed softly up my neck to my mouth. He nibbled my bottom lip, and my eyes darted to the other men on the roof. Hunter watched with curiosity, giving me a small smirk. Dominic’s eyes widened as Ethan’s hand snaked beneath my clothes. He mouthed the word “stop” but Ethan shook his head. “Ignore them and focus on me,” he whispered. “Let’s give them a show.”

My cheeks heated at the idea as he captured my mouth, all other thoughts falling away. His lips were gentle at first, slowly stroking the fire building inside me as his hands explored my torso. A low groan sounded across from us, but I ignored it, focusing on the man underneath me. His fingers slowly drifted along my ribs as his tongue delved into my mouth.

“Mom, I’ve got to go,” Dominic grumbled, stepping closer to us. “Really, I promise to talk about this tomorrow.” The call ended and strong hands caressed my legs as he dropped down in front of me. “What are the two of you doing?” he asked as his hands parted my thighs.

Ethan released my lips as his hands drifted further up, palming my breasts. “I think that’s pretty obvious,” he murmured against my skin, his thumbs grazing my nipples. “It looked like you needed to be saved from that conversation.”

Dominic gently grasped my chin, pulling my face towards him. “Is that so? Well, now that you’ve managed to get my attention, what are we going to do?” His thumb traced my lower lip as he watched me.

Ethan kissed along an exposed patch of skin and shivers raced down my spine, anticipating where this was headed. “If you’re trying for inspiration for my work, I think she needs less clothing,” Hunter said in a gravelly voice. In the darkness, his head tilted to the side.

Dominic's eyes were dark and filled with lust as his hands hooked into the waistband of my pants. “He’s got a point, sweetheart.” I lifted my hips as he dragged them down my legs slowly and laid them carefully to the side. Cool air hit my skin but the fire and Ethan’s body heat kept me warm.

“Shirt too,” Hunter commanded, his eyes lifting from the canvas briefly to meet mine. Suddenly I realized despite his seemingly passive demeanor, he was exactly where he wanted to be right now—in control. Ethan tugged my hoodie over my head and tossed it to the side, leaving me completely bare before them.

Ethan caressed my breasts, teasing my hardened nipples, and leisurely nipped at my throat. I gasped at the sting on my skin and arched into his touch, desperate for more.

Dominic pushed my thighs apart, spreading them wide. He brushed his fingertips along my skin, slowly trailing them from my calves upward. “I wonder how much you’re enjoying this. Sitting in Ethan’s lap with me on my knees, ready to worship you. Hunter watching us and giving me commands,” Dominic said, right before he slid a finger through my folds gently. “So wet for me already, sweetheart.”

Hunter’s gaze darted between us and the canvas as he painted. When Dominic plunged a finger inside as Ethan bit down on my shoulder, I moaned. “Taste her, Dominic,” Hunter said, his voice a low rumble. “I want to see her get off on your mouth.”

Dominic obliged, his head dipping between my thighs. His tongue assaulted my clit, licking it softly at first. As his pace picked up, I rocked my hips against him, my fingers tangled in his dark hair. One of Ethan’s arms wrapped around my waist, tethering me to him as I leaned back against his shoulder. His fingers still teased my breasts and ribs as he kissed my shoulders. I was aware of how quickly his chest rose and fell, and how hard he was beneath my body.

Tension coiled inside of me, letting me know soon I would tumble into oblivion and that was exactly what I wanted at this moment. Just the feel of their hands and mouths on my flesh, the sound of our breaths and groans echoing in my ears.

Dominic’s fingers slid inside me, curling upward, hitting a spot that made wildfire spread through my veins. “I’ve got you, baby,” Ethan murmured against my ear. “Let go and let Hunter see how beautiful you are.” Between Dominic’s mouth and Ethan’s sweet words, I came apart in front of them. Ethan’s hold tightened on me, as he continued whispering along my skin. My grip on Dominic’s hair finally loosened, and he gave me a small smile before pressing his lips to the soft skin of my stomach.

Hunter laid his paintbrush down for a moment and wiped his hands on a rag. He stalked across the space towards us and dragged a chair a few feet away. My head was still hazy, but I was curious what he would ask us to do next. He sat down and crossed his legs before speaking. “Do you want Dominic inside of you, princess?”

I nodded at him, and he lifted a hand, gesturing to the man in front of me. My fingers found the front of his pants, fumbling with the button briefly before tugging them down. I reached for him but he grabbed my wrists and smirked, shaking his head. He held my hands against Ethan’s shoulders as he stepped between my legs, parting my thighs further. His lips found mine as he thrusted inside of me roughly, making me gasp against his lips. He pulled back, before plunging inside again.

The coarseness of the fabric of his shirt grazed against my nipples, and the force of his movements pushed me further against Ethan. His rhythm was slow, and I ached for him to speed up. I attempted to rock my hips against him, trying to urge him to go faster, but Ethan clicked his tongue, his grip on me tightening and restraining my movements. Ethan’s other hand glided between Dominic and me, gently circling my clit.

Their motions were painfully slow, reigniting my desire as Hunter watched, his cock now free in his hand. I watched as his fist slid up and down his hardened length slowly. His eyes held mine as I watched him, his lower lip caught between his teeth.

This was exquisite torture, but I wanted more. “Please,” I whimpered to Dominic, begging him for whatever he was willing to give me. And with that word he slammed into me, his restraint fading. His tempo picked up and his grip on my wrists tightened.

Sweat beaded on his skin and heat radiated from his touch. “Is this what you wanted?”

Ethan’s fingers sped up as well, matching the pace of Dominic’s rhythm, sending me hurtling back into bliss. Small shudders racked my body, and a moan fell from my mouth. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the air, mingling with the crackling of the fire.

Dominic pulsed inside of me, his head falling onto my shoulder. His grip on my wrists loosened as he kissed my temple and Ethan tucked a strand of damp hair behind my ear. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmured in my ear.

Later that evening, Ethan laid beside me, his arm gently draped over my body. After the events on the rooftop, I’d snuck a quick peek at what Hunter had painted. It was me. My head lay on a man’s shoulder, eyes closed, and mouth parted. My expression was one of complete pleasure, like I was lost to whatever was happening.

Hunter was insanely talented, and I reminded myself to talk to Dominic and Ethan. I needed their help to pull off something I’d been planning for weeks. Something special. His talent was wasted currently, paintings hidden in the back of his closet collecting dust. He should be proud of them, sharing their beauty with the world, but I learned that discussions about it were quickly shut down.

I was surrounded by three men who adored me and worshiped my body. I no longer had to worry about where my rent would come from or how I would pay for groceries. Sometimes I still worried that soon the bubble would burst and everything would disappear into thin air.

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