Page 14 of Crave

He rubs slow circles over my tank top, and all I can do is shiver with pleasure. I was excited before, but my nipples are achingly hard now, and my pussy’s soaked from his simple touches.

As I focus on his friend, taking his cock deeper in my mouth, I gasp at the sensation of a warm palm fondling my breast. Damian — no, not Damian. Both his hands are on my back now, roaming from my shoulders to my waist. Unfamiliar hands are stroking my body, and I don’t want to open my eyes to see who it is. I’m slipping from my perch of power. Dangerously aroused, even nervous.

I tense up.

“Do you want us to touch you?” Damian gently strokes my ass.

I moan around the blond’s cock, hesitating in my answer. Finally, I open my eyes to meet his, wide with need, then those of the guy who was leaning against the dresser, which are narrowed with arousal. He’s the one playing with my breast. Kneeling next to me, with Damian behind me.

“Do you want me and Thomas to touch you?” Damian repeats.

Fuck it, being touched doesn’t have to mean giving up control. I’m still driving them crazy.

I nod. Then I squirm as Thomas slides both hands over my breasts to pinch my nipples through my tank top. They respond instantly to his touch, puckering and tingling. I’m aware of the circle of guys tightening. Anthony and Talkative Boy climbing off the bed, crowding on the floor behind me, Damian and Thomas hemming me in, the blond trying to thrust into my mouth as I take him in deeper.

“Do you want us to take your clothes off?” Damian traces a finger along the small of my back. I quiver, and he tugs lightly on the waistband of my leggings. “Tell us, baby.”

Where is he getting the nerve? He knows my fantasy. I’m in charge.Baby.I never thought I’d hear that from Damian.

But my body is shaking with excitement. Like it has a mind of its own, my ass tilts toward him, inviting his touch. I nod as I lick and suck.

Damian hooks his thumbs into my leggings and panties, easing them slowly down my ass. I shiver as another hand tentatively strokes my curves. I’m so wet, and they can see it now as Damian pulls my soaked panties down to my knees. My flushed pussy peeks from between my thighs.

Someone groans.

“So beautiful, Alana,” Damian murmurs.

Alana.

Dammit, he wasn’t supposed to say my name. Not right now.

“Alana?” Thomas tweaks my nipple. “So that’s your name. Pretty.”

“Quiet,” I order.

But wasn’t that what I’d hoped for? To hear Damian moan my name, his voice loaded with excitement?

God, his touch is completely unhurried. He caresses my clit lightly, his other hand playing with the opening to my cunt, while Thomas squeezes my breast and pinches my nipple, rough and excited.

“You’re so wet,” Damian murmurs, and he sounds…proud. “God, Alana. You’re so. Fucking. Wet.”

All I can do is make soft noises of excitement, because my mouth is stuffed full of cock.

“Everyone here wants to see you come. Do you want that?” He works a finger into me, and I let out a muffled cry. The blond boy’s cock slides deeper into my mouth, and he curses softly. I try to focus on his pleasure — fondling his balls, swirling my tongue over his shaft. Thomas eases down my tank top and bra cup together and takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting. My senses are started to flood.

“Mmmph.” I nod.

“Do you want to be fucked? Do you want me to fuck you after I make you come?”

Need is taking over as I let go of control. I’m in a haze of desire, about to slip over the edge. I push against Damian, rubbing my cunt emphatically against his hand.

He grasps my hips. “Say it. Take your mouth off Michael’s cock and tell me what you want.”

Michael. So that’s his name.

I stop sucking. Michael has his hands buried in my hair, and when I look up at him, his face is twisted in an expression of pained ecstasy — some combination ofplease fuck himandplease don’t stop.

“I want to strip,” I manage.

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