Corrupting Chastity - Krista Wolf Page 0,36

back. “Trade you off, over and over again. Make you ours.”

She winced in pleasure, still bouncing, still fucking me back. Only now she was screwing her ass tightly against my abdomen. Pushing hard to gain that extra inch or so at the end of every thrust.

“Damn.”

It was totally unreal, how good it all felt. How natural it came to be doing something like this, with not just one of my friends but two.

“You like being shared with my friends,” Senan was whispering just loud enough to be heard. “Don’t you?”

She nodded, but never stopped. Her body kept on going.

“You love having the three of us, all to yourself.”

He pulled himself free, and motioned Brett back into the mix. Chastity’s mouth closed over him as she sucked him down, without missing a beat.

As for me I was dying to let go, holding on for dear life. Ordinarily I’d exhibit much more control, but the sights and sounds of this beautiful creature had me at the point of no return. I loved hearing her whimpers. Seeing her body twist, as she writhed beneath us…

“Senan…”

He nodded my way, understanding immediately. At the last minute though, he leaned in and whispered something directly into her ear. Chastity’s eyes went glassy, her face contorting in heat and ecstasy as she nodded back at him from all fours.

A moment later I was erupting inside her, roaring out loud as my hands clenched and my fingers flexed and I poured my soul into her hot, willing body.

Twenty-Eight

CHASTITY

No arrangement of words could ever do the night justice. Description failed in light of the thoughts, the feelings, the butterfly-inducing explosion of emotions that wracked my body, even as it was physically taken, over and over again, by not one but three gorgeous, incredible men.

I woke in the dead of night, drenched to the core. Warm and cozy beneath the blankets of Senan’s sex-soaked bed, above which the scent of our lovemaking still hung cloyingly in the air.

I was sore. Sated. Shell-shocked by the night’s events.

But still deliriously, wondrously happy.

It was a simple thing to sneak out — to gather up my clothes and belongings, clutching my keys tightly to keep them from jangling as I saw myself out of the guys’ house. After a quick stop at the bathroom, I could hear snoring coming from further down the hall. I envisioned Ander or Brett in their own bedrooms, slumbering away after spending themselves so fully and completely inside of me.

Good God, Delaina.

Not that I had much to compare it to, but it was the single hottest night of my life.

It seemed almost unreal, looking back at it. Drinking, laughing, playing cards. Picking at my triple-chocolate cake with three different forks, without realizing the symbolism it would represent in Senan’s bed later on.

Senan…

If last night had an architect, it was certainly him. My tattooed lover had facilitated me going to bed with all three roommates, who then proceeded to share my body in every possible way. Oddly enough, that part seemed relatively believable. The guys had gotten along like brothers from the very moment I met them, sharing everything from food to money to living arrangements, and now, also me.

Still, it was the lack of jealousy I found the most shocking. Senan had willingly and unhesitatingly given me over to his friends without batting an eye.

Wait, that’s not right.

No, he hadn’t given me to his friends at all. He’d shared me with them. He’d joined in and even quarterbacked the entire affair, from the moment I was carried into his bedroom until the moment his friends ultimately left to crash out on their own.

Senan hadn’t hesitated. He hadn’t been jealous. He’d participated fully in everything; kissing me, holding me, guiding me through every new adventure and change of position. He’d whispered hot, dirty things in my ear. Things that made me dripping wet. Things that made me gasp with the anticipation of actually doing them, and then he’d held me throughout that too.

In the end I’d been made whole, taking on all three men until they’d exploded inside me. That part had been unspeakably hot, making them come one by one. Spreading my legs and watching their faces as they enjoyed me all the way to orgasm, then studying their expressions, their sounds, their own unique ways of expressing that climactic moment.

They filled me to overflowing, leaving me lying there, panting, basking in the glory of my own climax until their heat ran back out of me. Then they left,