Trials and Tiaras (Untouchable #7) - Heather Long Page 0,129

hot.”

“Can you take more here?” Ian asked as he rubbed his hand over my ass. It was definitely warm, but not remotely sore.

“Yes, please.”

“Good girl, count them out for me… We’re going to ten.”

Okay, a dizzy part of my brain tried to focus on the numbers as he started. The first two were so light, they barely stung. He more rubbed his hand and then slapped.

“Three…” A little heavier, there was more of a sting, but he rubbed it away until the heat was sinking into my bones.

“Four, five, six…” Alternated from one cheek to the other in rapid succession. I swore every strike pushed my nipples against the upholstery of the sofa. It was soft and harsh and teasing, and I was so sensitive to every touch.

“Seven.” The strike changed, and that distant part of my mind recognized Jake as he cupped his hand with the slap. It robbed the sting and left only the heat.

“Eight, nine…” I was on fire now, and the heat in my ass was a real thing, just this side of not fun, and despite the tears soaking my blindfold, I didn’t want it to stop. “Ten.”

I barely got the last syllable out, and then Jake pushed into me. The tip of his cock was past the ring of muscle and pressing deeper into me, and I let out a cry. The rub of his hips to my stinging ass and the way he filled me shredded me in the most delicious ways. I let go and just rode those sensations.

Rarely had they done the ass play without someone sinking into my pussy at the same time. It had been almost wholly reserved to Jake and Coop, but Ian had been testing it some, and Archie often played with my ass, even if he hadn’t taken it yet.

A shiver.

Today.

Those thoughts scattered as Jake found a rhythm that rocked me and sent me spiraling in ways I couldn’t imagine. I clawed at the sofa as he chased his release and pushed me toward another one. The tension coiling inside of me grew tighter and tighter. I needed… He shifted the angle, and suddenly, I saw stars. Oh, even with the stretch, or maybe because of the stretch, I came on a scream.

I swore I floated there, aware of Jake as he collapsed against my sweaty back, kissing and teasing along my shoulders. Words of praise tickled my ears, but all I heard were the voices of the men I loved.

“Angel,” Ian murmured as he cupped my face and turned me toward him. I tried to open my eyes, but it didn’t matter. The blindfold blocked everything. “You back with us?”

“Hi,” I said, and I slurred the word, but oh, I felt so good and so loose.

“There she is. You good, Angel? We have more we can do. We’ve been planning this for a few days.”

More?

Dazzled, I sucked the finger he brushed against my lips. Oh, that wasn’t Ian. Archie. The callouses on his thumbs as he stroked my jaw, they were so familiar.

“You don’t always like to share,” I whispered. He had been experimenting, but Archie had his own reservations. I didn’t want anyone to be uncomfortable. I was floating back down to earth almost gently, not falling. Maybe because there were now three sets of hands on me, rubbing and soothing.

We also weren’t in the living room anymore. There was a soft comforter beneath my back. A lazy kiss pressed against my abdomen, then a little gentle suck like someone leaving a hickey. He ruined the effect with a bit of a raspberry at the end, and a laugh bubbled up through me.

Coop.

They were all here.

“Birthday girl gets what she wants,” Archie said.

“And we talked about it, Baby Girl,” Jake continued.

“All of us,” Coop supplied. “We figured some things out. Everyone’s on board.”

Relief threaded through me, but what about Ian?

“I don’t know that we’ll do this all the time, Angel, but your birthday is definitely the one time where we can shower you with everything.”

That lazy spark of lust rekindled as he cupped my cheek and then kissed me, softly and gently.

“Does that sound good to the birthday girl?” That last question had me shuddering.

I went with the only answer I had for this. “I’m yours.”

“This stays on,” Ian told me. “I want you to focus on what you’re feeling and your pleasure. Not us. Let us give that to you.”

This time, I did rub my legs together, but a warm hand pressed between