Yes, she would make a perfect mistress.
CHAPTER SIX
Tori could still taste him on her tongue. The act had been a revelation, but then the whole night had been. Getting to her knees in front of Oliver had aroused her more than she’d thought possible. Whenever she’d fantasized about making love, she imagined gentle caresses and warm embraces. Oliver’s touch was nothing like that. He incited a wildfire in her blood. It sizzled under her skin, seeped into her skin, and left her aching.
He loomed large over her. Even as he softened, he was still a big man.
Once he released her mouth from his hungry kiss, Tori returned to her ministrations. She licked at his cock, loving the taste and the intimacy of the act. She’d never felt as close to a man as she felt to Oliver now. Well…except for the moment she’d shuddered in Callum’s arms and he’d shown her that every pleasure she’d felt before had been nothing compared to the ecstasy he could give her. Being in his arms had been different than the feelings Oliver’s embrace roused, but she’d loved them both the same.
Tori sucked Oliver’s cock and wished Callum were here. And she ached at the thought of Rory’s intent stare directed on her as she pleased the others before she turned her attention on him. She could imagine moving between the three of them, giving them all her devotion because she loved them. Choosing just one of them was impossible when she yearned for them all.
It wouldn’t happen. She’d seen plainly that they would never share her. Tonight would be all she had of the Thurston-Hughes brothers. She would leave with her sister tomorrow and try to forget them.
She wished she’d kissed Rory just once.
“Stand up.” Oliver commanded, dragging her from that fantasy.
Oliver assisted her up, helping to steady her wobbly legs.
“Did you like that? Because I certainly did. You have a gorgeous mouth, darling. It was meant to suck a man’s cock. My cock.” He smoothed her hair from her face before lowering his restless hands to her hips. “Now it’s my turn to get a taste of you.”
When he reached between her legs and slid a single finger through her labia, she gasped.
“You’re so wet,” he said, clearly pleased, as he explored her tight sheath with his finger. “Don’t move and don’t be shy. Spread your legs wider for me.”
The Thurston-Hughes brothers had the demanding thing in common. When they turned those dark voices on her, she couldn’t help but obey. In real life, she would fight and argue, but here she wanted nothing more than to trust these men with her heart and her body. She knew sharing a love with them was out of the question, so she yielded her will to Oliver now.
Pleasing him thrilled her, and she figured that would extend to the other two as well. Too bad that would never happen.
Oliver pushed his fingers into her pussy gently, delving deep. She couldn’t help but squeeze around it. “You enjoyed sucking my cock. The act made you wet. I could take you right now.”
He was probably right, and she was eager to feel him moving inside her, but he’d promised her something else. Tori knew she’d have only this night with him so she wanted to make it last before she had to face reality again.
She needed more time with him. Desperation made her bold. “You promised.”
His lips curled up in the sexiest smirk. “I promised you what?”
He seemed to like to hear her say dirty things. “You promised you would taste me.”
She wanted to know what his mouth on her sex would feel like. There were a million reasons why this was a bad idea. It seemed far too intimate and what if she didn’t taste good? She would be mortified, but she shook those worries off. She had one night and she wasn’t going to waste it on insecurity. He’d already seen her body with all its imperfections and his cock had gotten hard as a rock. He hadn’t turned her away. So she was going to be brave in a way she hadn’t been before and ask for everything she desired.
“You want my mouth on you? You want my tongue drilling into your sweet cunt?”
She didn’t like that word, but somehow he made it sound sexy. Her whole body tightened, nipples turning tender and sensitive. She needed Oliver to touch her or she might explode. “Yes.”
“Then take me to your bedroom. You’ll get on the bed, your arse on the edge and legs spread wide. You won’t hide from me. You’ll touch yourself and show me where you like to be licked and sucked.”
Tori whimpered. His words sent another rush of moisture pooling between her thighs, deepened the ache of need for him.
She took Oliver’s hand and led him back to her small bedroom. She’d brought the comforts of home with her so she had to move her big pink dragon off the bed. She tucked the stuffed animal into the closest, then shut the door behind it.
“A pink dragon?” If Oliver felt any self-consciousness at being naked in her bedroom, she couldn’t tell. Of course if she looked like him, she wouldn’t feel a moment’s regret at tossing her clothes aside, either. He was tall and broad with abs that could grace any Hollywood action film. There was a scar on his torso where he’d been injured by his late wife. The palace residents told the story often. Yasmin had tried to kill Princess Alea and hadn’t cared if her husband had gotten in the way. She’d simply tried to end his life, too.
“My dad won it for me when I was a kid.” She didn’t want to talk about her parents. The intimacy Oliver intended to give her wasn’t emotional. It never would be. That scar on his chest served as a reminder that she couldn’t fix him. After all these months of becoming friends, the minute they dropped their clothes, he seemed far more like a stranger.
She wasn’t arrogant enough to think she was the woman who could make the world right for him, but at least they could share this night of pleasure together and part on good terms.
He’d promised.