Corrupting Chastity - Krista Wolf Page 0,32

so slowly, so hotly, I actually felt the fabric of his boxers tenting against my naked ass.

“Get those off,” I told him, giving him a gentle squeeze as I left his lap. “You’re not going to need them for the rest of the night.”

I turned and Ander was already there, pressing his body against me like it was some sort of prize. Which it was, too. In every possible way.

“Been waiting all night to do this…”

He took my face in his hands, then planted his mouth against mine. Our lips rolled and our tongues played hotly in the space between us.

I’m in trouble…

Sometime during the kiss we fell back into a sitting position. Ander took my hand and placed it on something big and warm and impossibly hard. Before I knew it I was stroking it up and down. Still kissing him sensuously, my thoughts spinning, while marveling at the strength and thickness of his growing manhood.

Big trouble.

The whole thing had progressed in steps, throughout the night. Little steps, like playing poker. Then playing strip poker. Than trading kisses that turned into lapdances that were now turning into—

Ohhhhhhh!

Another mouth closed over my neck, this time from the side. I reached back and grabbed a handful of thick dark hair — Senan’s hair — as I pulled his lips even tighter against me.

Holy shit…

I felt like a victim in one of those vampire movies, surrendering to the inevitable. Clawing these men against my neck, my shoulder, even my breasts, as they circled around and kissed me from three directions at once.

I WANT this.

The decision came plainly, easily, definitively. There was no second-guessing. No hesitation.

“Go on,” I heard Senan say, his voice muffled against my neck. “Tell them.”

His tongue was liquid heat. It sent shivers everywhere it touched.

“T—Tell them what?”

“Tell them what you told me earlier,” he said. “In my room. Tell them what you want to d—”

“I want to fuck.”

I said the words breathlessly, tasting them as they left my lips. They sounded fantastic, so I said them again.

“I want you to FUCK me,” I cried more specifically. My voice was louder now, the inflection more desperate. The wine had made me hornier if possible, as well as brave. Make no mistake though, I was still in total control.

The mouths on my body were joined by hands — six of them, in fact. They grew bolder as they kissed me. Every time I turned my head I encountered a new set of lips, moaning softly into three separate mouths as countless fingertips traced their way over my skin.

“Senan told us a little about your… initiation,” Ander whispered softly.

I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. I could only coo, and whimper, and nod.

“Seems to us, you probably need to make up for lost time.”

Reaching out, my hand found Senan’s. I squeezed him possessively, gazing at him past Brett’s head, which was busy kissing my shoulder. There was a look in my eye that I knew was there, and I could tell he saw it too. It was an expression of love perhaps, of connection, of desire. But it was also something else.

I was seeking permission.

“You want this?” he asked, mouthing the words.

My eyes fluttered for a moment as Ander’s mouth closed over my breast. I gasped sharply. Brett’s tongue was hot on my neck.

Yes, I mouthed back, adding a desperate nod.

He smiled, squeezing my hand back. Then, leaning over his friend, he kissed me so tenderly it made my entire body convulse with a wave of heat.

“Then let’s go.”

Twenty-Six

CHASTITY

The journey from the kitchen to the bedroom was a complete blur. It was filled with kisses and touching and hard, muscular flesh. A feeling of weightlessness as I was carried against Senan’s tattooed chest, then deposited gently across the soft blankets of his bed.

Are you really going to do this?

The voice of reason was more a voice of sanity at this point. But I didn’t want it. I didn’t want any distractions from what I was about to do, from what was about to happen to me. And that’s because I wanted it with every last fiber of my being.

I wanted them all.

“Lay back,” whispered Ander, bringing his face to mine. His smile was gentle. “Relax.”

It was a little surreal actually seeing him in the flesh, mostly because I’d poured over his photos countless times. Ander’s profile had included his face, and he was so good-looking it was almost criminal. It was that face I often went to whenever I lay back in my own