Trials and Tiaras (Untouchable #7) - Heather Long Page 0,130
my thighs. “Fuck, you’re soaked, babe. Already ready for our dicks, aren’t you? You get as much as you want, as often as you want. We’re going to fuck you until you see stars.”
I was already seeing them, but when he pushed my thighs apart and replaced his hand with his mouth, I arched upward. The lick and nip of his tongue and teeth was so fucking welcome as he devoured me like his favorite treat. A mouth claimed mine, even as I cried out, and another mouth locked over one of my nipples.
Fuck, the overload of sensory data had me straining against Archie’s mouth, even as he kept me pinned with his hands. My own were trapped above my head, shackled in a warm grip that kept me still. I didn’t even try to fight the orgasm as it hit me, screaming into the kiss and flexing my thighs as everything in me bucked.
They gave me a few seconds of reprieve as they moved around me, and then a cock brushed my lips and I opened to him immediately. I’d know Coop anywhere. I knew they wanted me to have the blindfold on to just concentrate on what I was feeling, but how could I not know them? A hand on my thigh pressed it up until my foot rested on a shoulder, and then a cock pushed into me with a rock of his hips.
Archie.
He lifted my other leg until they were both against his chest, and he hugged them as he fucked me at an angle and with a rhythm that struck sparks with every push. Coop gripped my hair as I swallowed around his cock. It was hard to focus on one or the other. I wanted them both. Someone sucked my fingers into their lips and lapped at them, and it was another sensation and I couldn’t keep up. I relaxed my jaw, and Coop pressed deeper as I arched my hips to meet Archie’s rhythm.
When someone began to tease my nipples, thumbing them, then squeezing, I spasmed. I clamped down on Archie, even as I tried to swallow Coop’s cock into my throat. He let out an abrupt shout and came. It sounded like a surprise to him, and I fought not to choke on it as he whispered, “Sorry, sorry.”
Then he pulled out, and I arched again as Archie’s thrusts kept shoving me up and over, not quite letting me come down, and I swore my darkened vision utterly whitened out when he gave a shout and heat flooded into me. I was boneless and floating. There was soft laughter and stroking hands on me.
I thought I might have fallen asleep, because I woke to find Ian checking my eyes and a low light on. Oh, we were in the master bedroom, some part of my brain belatedly recognized. Ian said something but I didn’t quite catch it, and then Archie was bundling me into his lap. Oh, I’d been in Ian’s. He held a glass of water up for me to drink, and I drained it down. I was so thirsty, and my throat was so dry.
Coop sat at the end of the bed, and Jake stood next to it. They were both gloriously naked. Ian crossed from the bathroom with another glass of water, and so was he.
“Take it easy,” he cautioned. “You fainted, so we may have to go a little slower.”
I fainted?
Holy shit.
“I totally rocked your world, babe,” Archie said against my ear, his voice smug and pleased.
I laughed and stretched. Someone had bundled me into a blanket, and I loved the hugging, but I was getting hot. “I can take more,” I whispered, because man, was my voice hoarse. I didn’t know if it was from the sex screaming or the singing the night before. Maybe both.
“We have all weekend, Angel,” Ian said with a slow grin. “And we’re not going anywhere.”
Okay, I could legit die happy right now. When Archie pressed the new glass of water into my hands, I took it and then shivered at all the hot gazes on me. Definitely the best birthday ever.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Start the Day off Right
The guys hadn’t been kidding about extending my birthday to the whole weekend, and I lost track of how many times I’d come. It had grown so intense at times, that they had to seriously push me to make it happen, and they took up that challenge willingly.