Page 12 of Room One Hundred and Six
Using his thumbs, Voss moves my disguised thong to the side and slides his fingers through the seam of my folds.
I arch into Shayne’s arms, a gasp of surprise falling from my lips.
“I have to taste you,” Voss groans and then his mouth is on me. His groan turns into a hungry rumble as I start to rock against his mouth. With zero experience, instinct drives one hundred percent of my moves. I slip into the passenger’s seat and let it take over and give my body what it wants.
The tip of Voss’ finger rolls over my throbbing nub. Perspiration dots all over my skin.
“Voss, please.” I can’t believe I’m begging a stranger to give me pleasure.
“Beg me, jungle flower. I could listen to your voice all night. Say my name again and beg.”
“I need more. Just the tip isn’t enough. Voss. Please.” When I peer down my body and our gazes connect, a fire burns between us.
“Pleasure the lady, brother. Give her more so she rewards us with all the hot nectar we can drink.”
Jasper takes my chin in hand and tilts my mouth up to his just as his brother sucks my clit between his hot lips. The bolt of electricity that hits my core is nothing short of life ending.
Shayne and Jasper help me stay balanced as I reach for Voss. I drive my fingers through his thick hair and tighten my hold to the sound of a deep, masculine groan.
“Voss!” My panting gets in the way of saying anything else. Thick fingers trace the line of my pussy. My eyes slowly close as he eases a finger into my tight channel. The sheer size of his finger robs me of my senses. If he can do this with his fingers, what would taking his cock feel like? I desperately want to know.
He slides back and forth, working me with an expert touch.
I shake.
“Tell us that fantasy of yours, sweet thing, and if you want to give us your name, we’ll hold it close to our hearts forever. A secret only the four of us share.”
Jasper is killing me with his poetic words. I wish I could give him what he asks for but I can’t. I don’t want to ruin the moment with the past and all the luggage I’m hauling glued to my name.
I slowly rock over Voss’ hand and try to find the words to answer. “To have three men.” I take a deep breath, hold a moment. “I want to know what it is like to be filled so deeply and taken so thoroughly my body is sated to the max.”
So that the loneliness I feel to my bones every single day fades into nothing.
I hold on to the last part of my confession as my own truth. Never arm them with everything.
I sigh heavily. “Voss. Oh, God…”
I moan and I raise my fiery gaze to meet Jasper’s and then Shayne’s
Voss drags his finger from my virgin core only to push it back in with a throaty growl.
“It’s not super out there and crazy wild. But it is what I want to experience,” I pant. My head falls back to Shayne’s shoulder and his arms come back around me. He holds me for his greedy brother who seems hellbent on making me whimper and beg endlessly.
“Voss, please!”
“Tell us more, sweet thing. What else do you want to tell us?”
Ugh. What are they wanting? I can’t think straight. All my thoughts are jumbled.
My head rolls. “I want to feel what she is feeling.” I angle my head toward the stage just over their shoulders. Whoever closed the curtain didn’t do so all the way. I can spot the pregnant woman reaching her end. Her cries of passion burn me to the very core with envy.
“Actually, I want to know what it’s like to be shared between three men. I want to be filled, stretched, and claimed so thoroughly I forget who I am. There’s only one problem.”
Jasper raises my chin, a move he seems to favor, I notice. My eyes connect with his and the instant shock of energy is breathtaking. I slip my hands beneath his jacket, purposefully hitting the inside pockets before I settle my hands over his hard pecs.
Oh, baby! Jackpot. The telltale signs of bumping against loose gems in a velvet bag are hard to miss.
“What problem?” Jasper towers over me, his warmth so intoxicating that it is hard to think straight.