How Sinners Fight - Eva Ashwood Page 0,73
Elias shocks the hell out of me by grabbing the delicate fabric in both hands and shredding it from my body. I yelp as he tosses the scrap of fabric away, and I feel the vibration of his chuckle.
“I’ve always wanted to do that,” he admits.
“You’ve never shredded a pair of panties before?” I ask as he slides a finger through my slick arousal, showing off for the other two men. I’m not sure they’ve blinked since my dress got dragged upward, and my lower half feels flushed and hot, as if their gazes radiate actual heat.
Elias laughs softly again. “I was never with a girl who inspired me to shred her panties before. Nobody’s ever made me as crazy as you, Blue.”
I wriggle against him, showing my appreciation for his compliment by grinding my ass into the thick hardness of his cock. He curses under his breath, grabbing my hips to still me as his body shudders beneath mine.
“Fuck. Let me get inside you first. If I blow my load in my damn pants, these two assholes will never let me hear the end of it.”
That draws a full-throated laugh out of me, but I don’t torture him any more. He shifts me on his lap again, maneuvering to unzip his pants and push them down enough to release his cock. As it springs free, I see Gray and Declan both follow Elias’s lead. They’re still sitting, just like he is—Declan still leaning forward a little, one elbow braced on his knee while the other fists his dick, and Gray leaning back in his chair, stroking himself languidly as his shadowed eyes take in every detail of my half-naked form.
My body feels like it’s burning up from the inside, the orgasm I just had a few minutes ago already forgotten as everything inside me demands more.
More.
More.
Fuck, maybe it’s a good thing I’ve somehow found myself sort of dating three men at once. I feel fucking insatiable lately, in a way I’ve never really been before. I’ve always liked sex, as a coping mechanism more than anything, but ever since I met these three men, it’s been so much more than that. I’ve never reacted this way to anyone. All three of the Sinners have the ability to stoke a raging fire inside me with just a few words, a touch, a kiss.
Elias lifts me a little, and his cock slips inside of me. I feel him let out a stuttered breath that turns into a long sigh as he presses his hips upward, filling me in a long, slow thrust.
It feels good. Better than good. Perfect.
My head lolls back on his shoulder again, and I want to let my eyes drift shut, to just feel the incredible sensations sparking inside me. But I can’t tear my gaze away from Declan and Gray. I don’t want to miss a fucking second of this.
“They like watching you like this,” Elias whispers, his voice strained as he rocks up into me again. “So do I. Do you know how gorgeous you are when you let go, Blue? I’ve never seen anything like it.”
Declan is stroking himself harder, his chest rising and falling faster. He took off his suit jacket a while ago and rolled his sleeves up, and the sight of him like this with his fist wrapped around his cock is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. Gray is still watching me with a brutal intensity in his eyes, and I think even though it turns him on, there’s part of him that still wants to rip me away from Elias, bend me over the small wall that surrounds the edge of the roof, and fuck me until my knees give out. The fact that he hasn’t moved, hasn’t lifted a single finger to pull me from Elias’s hold, shows how strong the bond between these men is.
The bond between the four of us.
It was stretched almost to the breaking point for a while, but like a rubber band snapping back into shape, it feels stronger now than it did before. Because when it snapped back, things didn’t just go back to the way they were. They grew into something else. Something better.
Pleasure is cascading through me again, building up as Elias fucks me from below, his fingers finding my clit and working gentle circles. He’s not pushing me toward an orgasm like he did earlier. He’s not rushing. But still, I can feel it growing inside me, feel