Page 12 of Tinsel and Teasing

“You’re ours now, Princess,” Knox whispers the words into my ear. His hot breath funnels straight to my sex.

“Relax and let us take care of you,” Clyde says.

Ahhh! Why won’t they stop being so stinking perfect? My hands have ended up tied behind me in the failed game of Whack-A-Mole. All the wrong feelings rage wildly inside of me, tearing apart boundaries that have defined me and kept me safe. I can’t get entangled in his kindness.

Oh no! My hands aren’t figuratively tied behind me. Someone, I think it’s Clyde, pulled my hands back and is holding them.

I wiggle one free, brushing it over Clyde’s erection on my way to Luke’s. Stroking his thickness makes me crave him even more. A new shudder moves through my body. The right kind. The kind that says we’re going to have insane sex all night, then walk away in the morning, as long as I’m able—to walk. Emotionally, I’ll be running for the hills.

I’ll deal with that later.

This is a purely transactional venture to make four V-cards ancient history. Nothing more. I’ll stay in control, or at least regain control as soon as I get back to my apartment and my two little dogs who rely on my income for food.

It’s important that I get a good education and can pay my own bills. The giant attempt to remember why I can’t fall prey to fantasy is complete. Now back to the erection stroking in progress.

I trail my fingers from his balls to his tip, sliding the bead of pre-cum along my finger. After we get all of our first times out of the way, I’ll have to see if one of them will let me watch him come. I have so many questions.

Spinning between the three of them, I turn and brace myself on the bar taking a wide stance, and rise onto my tiptoes. “That’s as high as I can get. Can you make it work?”

Grumbles from Knox and Clyde indicate I’m doing good.

The possessiveness of Luke’s hands on my hips challenges my authority. His legs bend against mine.

“I can make this work.” His tip prods at my entrance. “I want this to be good for you. Speak up if anything isn’t right.”

“Will do. I’m a big girl.” I sound more convinced than I am. There are so many things that already aren’t right, and yet, my world has never felt more right. I try to shove that dangerous thought aside but Luke keeps making it harder to do.

“You’re precious, and I don’t want to hurt you ever.” His tone drops an octave.

Booty calls aren’t precious. Why are the guys reading so much into this? And why does the world feel a little less ominous every time they say something like that?

Wiggling my ass at him seems to unlock him from the tenderness. Thank goodness. Capturing my hand in his, he maneuvers our laced fingers so that my hand is on top, as he brings us to my center.

“Show me what you like, Sweetheart.”

Relieved to be back on track, I guide him to dip inside of me. The presence of his finger causes my sex to contract. My logical mind spins out of control. The warm, comfy feelings are gone as passion takes over.

I moan wantonly. “Right there, please, keep going. I need to hold on.”

Hold on to what? The bar? Control? The newfound sense of belonging to somebody?

I return my hand to the bar, and he takes over with ease, doing exactly what I’ve shown him.

“Put your cock in me.”

His subsequent fumble to grip his cock and guide it to my pussy lips gives me a second to breathe. He manages to keep his fingers on my clit, loosely doing their job while he enters me.

The slow thrust of our bodies merging is enough to lock down that sense of belonging, and he hasn’t gotten himself all of the way in.

“Fuck, Sweetheart, I love you.”

My body stiffens, then bliss—from my orgasm, not his love—relieves me of the need to respond. I fall apart on his cock and hand. Besides, his words are the kind of thing that’s said in the heat of passion. They don’t mean anything.

His growls, the tightening of one of his hands around my hip while the other falters on my sated clit, and the intense swell of his cock inside of my already stretched channel, secure the biggest, longest orgasm of my life.

My body lurches forward as new waves of my release render me spent. I slump onto the bar while the orgasm wrecks me. Everything fades away except his erection pumping in and out. His body stiffens, stutters, then thrusts with carnal intensity.

Then he collapses on me, regrouping to keep his weight from being too much. We’re in full contact.

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