Caught Between Three Billionaire Tycoons - Willa Hart Page 0,53

held her hands out to us, and there was no hesitation as we went to her as one.

One mind. One body. One soul.

17

It would be the worst lie of my life to say I was completely comfortable about this. I was nervous, maybe even scared.

I liked them all. That was obvious. I thought that I even loved them, but after only knowing them for such a short time, I really didn’t know if I could trust myself.

They were all big, powerful men, and I was alone with them. Their eyes were glinting in the dark with predatory fire, and I knew I was the prey.

Something about them had changed while they were away. I had gotten afraid when I couldn’t find them—they were gone for so long. I had worried that they were out dueling to the death or something.

When they finally came back, I noticed the blood on them immediately, but they didn’t look like they had been fighting. There was a harmony between them that seemed alive. It stroked my skin; it hummed in my blood.

I was safe. I knew I was safe.

That didn’t mean there was no room for fear.

I was more aroused than I had ever been in my life. I thought that if I had not had the fear, it might not have been as hot.

I realized that if I committed to this, there would be many more nights like this. My fear would melt away eventually and there would just be love and pleasure.

But for tonight, my anticipation was on the edge of fear and that was just fine. Better than fine. It was exhilarating,

These men were huge. I could only assume the rest of them was as well, all those bits I hadn’t yet seen. I didn’t know if my body could take it.

I grinned as I thought about pushing myself to the limit, finding out what I could take. I covered my face with my hands and giggled as I thought about the many pleasures we could explore—things I had never seen, even in movies. Things I thought I would never do.

Zavier knelt at my feet and started taking off my boots. “Kardia mou, my heart.”

Aleksy got up behind me, stroking out my hair and pulling it loose, out of the tie. He stroked my shoulders, and I put my arms up so he could take off my sweater. “Louloudi mou, my flower.”

Zavier took his time with my boots, undoing each button up the calf so he could pull them off gently. He started massaging my ankles as Daire moved forward and went for the button on my jeans.

Daire’s fierce eyes met mine. “Pyschi mou, my soul.”

Their Grecian terms of endearment melted my soul. My three Greek bears were the sexiest, sweetest men I’d ever met, and their love and my love together seemed like the most primal, powerful force in the world.

I leaned back into Aleksy, letting Daire unzip the jeans. Zavier tugged on them, and I let him pull them off my legs.

Aleksy’s hands crept around and gripped my breasts. He rubbed them gently, getting my nipples hard. Daire leaned over and put two firm fingers into my pussy through the underwear, rubbing me firmly.

I could feel myself getting wet, ridiculously wet. I leaned back into Aleksy, and he wrapped his arms around mine, pressing me tight toward him. As he pulled me back, my legs lifted and parted. I felt someone pulling off my panties, but I had shut my eyes. I just couldn’t look. Not right now.

I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I needed the guys to take control and lead me. I was pretty sure none of them had ever had a foursome before either, but they seemed very confident. A lot more than I was.

Sweet, hot lips stroked my clit. A long tongue slipped through my inner lips and lapped at my slit. I writhed on the bed, loving the feeling of Aleksy’s arms holding me tight. He leaned over and kissed me.

The feeling of a tongue exploring my mouth while my pussy was being pleasured was amazing. I had never imagined sex could be this exciting. I had always loved sex, been adventurous and experimental. This was just so far beyond anything I had fantasized about, let alone experienced.

The mouth on my pussy became more insistent, lips caressed my clit and my inner petals trembled as the tongue flicked out, spoiling them.

“More,” I growled. “Yes!”

When firm hands ran up my thighs I struggled, just