Page 97 of The Truths We Seek

"Ah ah... the man said no attitude and it's barely been five seconds, Angel." Hunter's wink only makes me chuckle, but when my eyes dart to Meyer, the heat that flares in his irises has my skin heating instantly.

So here we are in varying states of undress as Meyer takes a seat on one of the big chairs, Rory standing by the fireplace, with Hunter making himself comfortable on the other chair.

"Rory. Get our girl nice and ready for our cocks."

And so it begins.

"My pleasure." Rory doesn't walk over to me, he stalks me. His eyes are consumed with lust, hooded and bright, nostrils flaring as he runs his tongue from one corner of his mouth to the other before sinking his teeth into the plump flesh. "I do love first dibs."

These guys with their stupid metaphors. All thoughts fly out of my mind as his arm flies out and his hand wraps around my throat, pulling me close to his face.

He doesn't kiss me right away, his breath fanning across my nose and mouth as the pads of his fingers squeeze just a tad more.

It's only when Meyer speaks that I realize why he's just standing there.

"Kiss her." Meyer's words are calculated, almost detached, but when I slice a glance to the side, I see him getting comfortable on the chair, his legs spread wide and his jaw clenched tight. The perfect vision of control.

I don't have time to analyze anything else because Rory's mouth is suddenly on mine, his tongue invading every inch as he takes his time scrambling my brain with his talent.

When I reach out to bury my hands in his hair, his hand squeezes even tighter, his hard cock pressing against my belly.

The rustling of fabric is a distant sound but I'm guessing Hunter or Meyer or, hell, both are getting rid of one or more layers of clothing. Rory continues his assault on my mouth and we're all teeth and tongue and sucking lips as he briefly cuts off my air supply until I sense my consciousness beginning to wane.

Just when I think I'm going to pass out, he releases my throat, never stopping his all-consuming kiss throughout my gasp and need to inhale oxygen. It's like he doesn't even notice, which isn't even possible.

"Stop." At Meyer's command, Rory groans out his protest but ends the kiss with a scrape of his teeth over my bottom lip. "Kitten. Sit on the coffee table and show me how wet you are." I blink at his command but do as he says, taking the two steps to the other side of the table and sitting as I face both Meyer and Hunter while Rory stays planted right behind me.

"Spread." Again, I follow Meyer's command, my eyes dissecting his every reaction. I think on some level I'm afraid he's not going to enjoy this, that he's going to stop everything because the thought of sharing me drives him to the wrong side of sanity. Except, when his eyes drop to my pussy, his tongue darts out and his lips curl at the corners. "My pretty little kitten is soaked." Meyer lifts his gaze from my panty-clad pussy and looks behind me at Rory. "Eat her cunt. I want her dripping."

The familiar jolt of lust that whips through my body at his words has my thighs aching to close so I can get a little relief. At Meyer's clicking tongue, I know he's two steps ahead of me and I have a feeling he wouldn't be disappointed to dole out a little punishment with my orgasms.

With my eyes fixed on Meyer, I lean back on the coffee table enough to give Rory the space he needs to carry out Meyer's commands.

"You seeing this, Hunter? Just the thought of my mouth on her has her primed for a good fucking." My smile is automatic at Rory's crude words. In another lifetime, I would have been offended by his nonchalance, but being with these men has taught me a lot about myself. Namely, this. I fucking love being the center of their lustful fantasies and knowing they will always come true.

"Yeah, I see it, but what I don't see is you tongue fucking her yet." Hunter winks at me and I stifle a laugh as Rory raises his middle finger at Hunter, eyes on me the whole time, before taking said finger and pushing it slowly inside my pussy.

Lowering his head, he flicks out his tongue and teases my clit, all the while turning his finger, fucking me slowly as he gets my blood roaring with need.

My hips are searching out the more he won't give me. The more I seek him out, the less he gives and the more I want. It's a vicious game they play, and although I always lose the battle, the ultimate goal is to win the fucking war. And that, I do... every single time I come.

From the corner of my eye I see Hunter readjusting himself then spreading the lapels of his slacks before palming his cock from root to tip, his thumb circling the slit. My mouth waters at the sight but the sudden pinch at my clit brings my attention fully back to Rory.

"Eyes on me, baby." It takes effort to drag my gaze away from the perfection that is Hunter but Rory won't stop at just biting down on my clit. Besides, I begged for this so I need to evenly distribute my attention to the three of them.

When Rory's tongue licks down my swollen lips all the way to the rosebud of my ass, a shiver runs across every nerve ending in my body.

My eyes fall shut, my mouth pops open and my muscles give out just enough to help me relax into this oddly comfortable position.

Without much thought, I extend my hand, wanting to grab on to Rory and maybe grind my pussy harder into his mouth when I feel a prickle of awareness a half second before lips capture my own. My hand falls back to my side as my entire body melts into the new touch.

It's an upside down kiss, not unlike Spiderman, except for the fist in my hair and the sharp nip of teeth into my bottom lip.

I don't need to open my eyes to know it's Meyer. His scent was the easiest clue I could get.

The crackling sounds from the fireplace are fused with the erotic sounds of sucking and moaning. The fact I'm getting tongue fucked at both ends of my body is making me burn from the inside out.

What the fuck is going to happen when Hunter joins in?

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