Page 24 of Room Twenty-Three: Tangled & Teased

“I’m going to give you what you need. But you have to tell me it’s what you want.”

I chuckle. “And what do I need?”

“To come. My cock.” He slides my panties down my legs. I think I’m going to come from his words, and without him touching me. “Am I right?”

“Okay,” I agree.

“Not okay, Erin. Yes, Beau, I want your cock.”

Fucking hell, this man is a deviant.

“Have you got a condom?” I don’t tell him I’m a virgin. I’m certainly not acting like one.

“I have. Are you on the pill?”

I nod.

Holy shit. We’re doing this. I’m going to have sex before I die. Beau is gorgeous, and I’m going to have sex with him. I might not need Club Sin.

His fingers skate across the hem of my panties. I shiver as the tips touch my skin. His eyes are on mine as he hooks the material and pulls the fabric away from my hips, over my thighs, down to my ankles, before I wiggle my feet until they drop on the floor.

He places his hands on my hips, stares at me for a moment before he flips me onto my stomach and leans over me until his warm breath is ghosting my neck.

I know what Beau is doing. Testing me. Testing how much I want what I claim.

He thinks I’m going to stop him soon, but he doesn’t have a clue how much I really want this. Not only because I’m twenty-one years old and still a virgin after spending far too long being hung up on an older man who was out of my reach and hung up on my body issues. However, none of these men realize this is more than that to me.

I don’t know how good these men are at protection services. Yeah, they’ve changed my name while I’m here to prevent anyone from following me. But it doesn’t stop the fear that if the Mafia wants to kill me, they will, regardless of these three men.

They’ll kill them too.

So, yes, I want it. Preferably with these three men, but if they don’t give me what I need, I’ll get it elsewhere.

A small squeal leaves my lips when Beau’s hands slide down my waist and he cups my ass, squeezing my curves, and I should squirm away from his touch. Especially because his thumbs press into the crease, spreading me out, caressing me.

“You have the perfect ass.” He presses kisses on each cheek as he speaks.

“It’s too big,” I grumble.

His hand rubs over my ass before there’s a whoosh, and he smacks my behind hard with his open palm. “It’s perfect.”

I gasp.

There’s a pool of wetness between my thighs. Why on earth did that turn me on?

“I watch this ass sway as you walk. It makes my cock hard. Do you know that?”

I don’t answer. It’s hard comprehending that Beau is thinking as he watches me from behind.

My ass stings where he smacked me, but I want him to do it again. “I didn’t know you were staring at me.” I bite my lip. “Or making your cock hard?”

“Imagine my cock in your ass as I fuck you from behind?” His thumbs open me wide, and he slides a pad of one across my tight hole. “Do you, Erin? Do you fantasize about my cock inside your ass as Atty fucks your pussy?”

I suppress a moan. The scene he pictured isn’t what I imagined before now. But the more I imagine it, the more I squeeze my thighs together. I’m soaked from his dirty mouth.

“And Jove’s cock deep in your throat,” he whispers against my cheek as his thumb edges my asshole. “Is that what you want?”

I nod.

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