Page 23 of Christmas with Four Tattoo Artists

I was restrained, my eyes covered and my wrists firmly cinched. I was totally in their control. To my surprise, my arousal only grew, knowing that whatever happened next was up to them and I had no idea what was coming.

Their mouths found mine, hot, deep kisses of lips and tongues. Their scent was intoxicating—a mix of subtle cologne, leather, and a hint of something spicy and masculine. The inability to see made my other senses more intense, almost overwhelming.

“God yes,” I moaned. “Don’t stop.”

I felt a pair of hands, strong and steady, spread my legs apart. The scent of my arousal filled the air, and one of the men, I couldn't tell who, moved between my thighs, his hot breath fanning over my sensitive flesh. I gasped, my body jolting when his tongue made contact, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my limbs.

Another mouth moved over my body, kissing my lips, then my neck, then my collarbone, all the way down to my nipples. With my eyes covered and my hands bound, it was impossible to do anything else other than focus on the sensations of one pair of lips on my body, the other on my clit.

The man on the ground before me was sinfully skilled, lips and tongue working me into a frenzy. He swept his arms under my legs, draping them over his powerful shoulders as another man held me up from behind. One hand spread my lips, the other fingered me, hitting my G-spot in just the right way, his tongue making tight circles around my clit.

“Oh… Ohfuck,” I moaned. “Don’t-stop-don’t-stop-don’t-stop.”

It didn’t take much more of that before an intense climax overtook me. I moaned loudly, my body convulsing in bliss as the waves of orgasm washed over me.

The lips left my body, a pair of hands guiding my legs down to the ground. My whole body felt electrified. There was something about not knowing which man had been the one to make me come that was inexplicably arousing.

“Andrew spoke. “We can untie you, bring you over to the bed.”

“Or…” Kai said. “We could keep you right here, have our fun with you the way we want, make you come over and over.”

Something about being tied up, totally giving myself over to them was so sexy that I could hardly think straight. All of my other senses were heightened. The feel of the cool air against my heated skin, the sound of the men moving around me, knowing that their eyes were all on me… the entire situation was a potent aphrodisiac.

A warm, strong body pressed against my back. I could feel the hard muscles, the heat radiating off of him. A pair of hands roamed my body, tracing lines of fire across my skin, squeezing my breasts and teasing my nipples. The intimacy of the position, the vulnerability... it was intoxicating.

Then came the first touch to my pussy, teasing and tantalizing, sparking my senses into overdrive. My heart raced, my body already arching toward the source of the touch. I gasped at the sensation, the anticipation making me dizzy with need.

Soft moans escaped my lips. “Please…please. Just like that.”

Then, without warning, he thrust into me. The sudden sensation was a shock to my system, a sweet, almost unbearable pleasure that left me gasping. He moved in a rhythm that was nothing short of sinful, each thrust pushing me further and further toward the edge. I was so turned on that I was easily able to take his cock, thick and hard as steel. Whichever man it was glided inside with ease, stretching me out, his hands clasped onto my rear.

I could sense the men around me. The thought of them watching only served to heighten my pleasure. My senses were overwhelmed, the darkness amplifying every sound, every touch, every exquisite sensation.

I was completely consumed by the pleasure that was washing over me in waves. And I loved every second of it. The man’s right hand lifted, coming down onto my ass and connecting with a clap. I gasped in surprise and delight, the contact intensifying the rhythmic thrusting.

“You like that?” James spoke from somewhere in front of me. “When he spanks you?”

“Yes!”

The man inside of me responded with a few more spanks for good measure, the sweet sting of his hands against my ass pushing the satisfaction up a few more notches.

The pleasure built within me, a simmering tension that threatened to consume me. I could feel him, every inch, every movement. Each thrust was purposeful, driving me closer and closer to the edge. My breath hitched, my body writhing in his firm grip. I felt his hold on me tighten as I matched his rhythm, the anticipation building of what was to come.

“There… right there. Don’t stop, don’t stop.” I spoke the words almost in a chant, as if they could summon the release I craved.

Then, with one final, powerful thrust, his arm wrapped around me, he pushed me over the edge. The world shattered around me as I crashed into a blinding orgasm, my body shaking with the intensity of it. My cries of pleasure echoed through the room, drowning out his low grunts of satisfaction. His release followed mine, his body tensing against my back as he reached his own climax.

I could still feel him inside me, even as his breathing began to slow. Then, he carefully extracted himself, leaving me in the center of the room, my body still humming with the aftermath of the intense pleasure.

Before I could fully recover, I felt another presence behind me. The heat of the body against mine was unmistakable. His hands were on my hips, guiding me, turning me, positioning me how he wanted. The promise of more pleasure was enough to send a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me.

The idea of being taken again by another man so soon after the last was so dirty, so naughty, but so damn hot. Being shared by one gorgeous man after another as they made me come over and over, was something I couldn’t believe I’d denied myself for so long.

“Who are you?” I whispered to the man in front of me. I sniffed the air, trying to discern him by his scent.

“Where’s the fun in that?” I heard Finn say.

“Yeah,” James added. “Just enjoy the moment.”

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