Page 56 of If I Were Yours

“That I’m wet,” I finally say on an exhale.

His nose twitches with feral danger as he nudges my panties to the side and slips a finger between my folds, ever so slowly. I can feel the slickness at the first small touch, and I squeeze my eyes shut, moaning with embarrassment and lust. His slow touch is maddening, and I can’t help arching my hips forward, just a little.

At the sound of Grigory’s deep rumble, I open my eyes to find him watching me with a satisfied expression, eyes glittering with the hint of a smirk. His finger keeps going, down to my opening and inside me. Increment by slow increment. I’m hot and panting when his finger is all the way inside me. Who knew a single digit could cause such arousal? I feel like I could come at the tiniest flicker on my clit.

“Is she wet?” Markus asks.

“Oh, yes,” Grigory says, swirling his finger around, eliciting a long moan from me. “Dripping.”

He withdraws his finger and holds it up between us, and my cheeks go dark red at the sight of the glistening moisture coating it. Grigory’s eyes flicker between the wetness and my mouth a few times, a slow smile spreading over his lips.

Frantic fear seizes me, and my eyes widen as I force my words back.Please, not in front of Markus. Please don’t.

My feet shuffle to take a step back, but Grigory’s grip on my hip keeps me in place, and suddenly my whole system is pounding with onsetting panic.

Grigory’s eyes soften like he sees the war playing out in my head. He takes the napkin and drags his finger through it, giving me a small nod as if saying,don’t worry.

The small interaction happens so fast I don’t think Markus notices. He’s begun clearing the table and pulling chairs out. I stare at his back with relief heavy in my breaths, feeling like I’ve just averted a disaster. I can’t bear the idea of Markus seeing Grigory humiliate me like that.

Grigory breaks my tense relief by pulling me onto his lap, his hands gentle on my stomach as he caresses me. “Shh, I’ve got you,devochka.”

It’s easy to accept his comfort, and I sink into him, forgetting what just transpired.

“Let’s put her on the table,” Markus says, maintaining his dominant mood, whereas Grigory has gone into protector mode.

“Just a second,” Grigory says, tightening his arm around me.

Markus watches me, a bit taken aback. “Did something happen?”

“She’s just a little overwhelmed,” Grigory says, lifting his hand to tuck my hair behind my ear, his fingers skimming over my temple.

I sink further into him, relieved that he doesn’t tell Markus what really happened.

“Okay,” Markus says with a hint of hesitation. He comes to sit on the edge of the table beside us, lifting his hand to stroke my cheek. “Are you okay, sweetie?”

I nod and force a small smile. I’m not sure why, but I suddenly feel distant from Markus, wanting to turn away and bury my head into Grigory’s shoulder. It scares me. I’ve never felt such an urge to pull away from him.

But when Grigory slips a finger between my thighs, carefully stroking the edges of my folds, the lust from minutes ago surges back, and the tension fades.

“That’s it,” Grigory croons, his breath tickling the shell of my ear. His fingers slip between my folds to the edge of my opening, hovering there with infuriatingly slow circles. “Are you ready to take Markus inside your pussy? I think he’ll really enjoy it.”

I nod eagerly. How can I not want it when he says it like that?

Grigory removes his hand, eliciting a plaintive moan from me. In one quick move, he flips up my skirt and slaps both hands onto my thighs, spreading my legs wide apart. Markus sinks to his haunches, watching me with a mischievous grin before turning his attention to the slickness between my thighs.

Without preamble, he shoves two fingers inside. I buck up from Grigory with a long moan.

“Please,” I say, not sure what I’m begging for. More? Less? Something to relieve this maddening lust building inside me.

It doesn’t help when Grigory slams me back down with an arm around my waist. His hard erection digs into my ass cheeks, and I can’t help pushing into it.

Markus starts pumping his fingers in and out while circling his thumb over my clit. The sensations explode in my nerve endings, making me writhe and moan from the maddening overstimulation. And when Grigory wraps a large hand around my neck, pressing me into him, I explode. The orgasm trembles through my body, curling my toes and tensing my legs as I claw at Grigory’s thighs.

It keeps rippling, and I jerk in Grigory’s arms as Markus strokes my clit, dragging his fingers in and out. My eyes find his, and the fiery will I find there holds me captive as the orgasm fades, leaving me a panting, sweaty mess.

With a purposeful motion, Markus gets up and starts unbuckling his pants. “Get her on the table,” he says to Grigory, still holding my gaze.

His words barely register before Grigory flips me onto my stomach on the table, pinning my hands above my head.

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