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“There we go. That was better. Now, answer my question.” He lightly stroked my lower lips, teasing me. “Quickly.”
I tried to remember his question but my mind blanked. The second slap to my sex was enough to have me stuttering out anything I could think of. I wasn’t sure what to make of him spanking my core, but the sensations were better than anything Charlie had ever done. “I don’t r-remember what you asked.”
He raised his eyebrows and moved closer, dropping his mouth to my ear. “I asked if the piece of shit who stole your virginity from me ever asked you what you wanted.”
I shivered. “No. No, he never…he didn’t ask.”
Petting my lips, Remington’s voice rumbled over the sensitive skin of my neck. “I’m asking, sweetheart.”
My eyes widened as he stepped back and lifted his hand from between my legs, showing me and his brothers just how wet I’d made his hand. My fluids coated his palm and fingers and shame washed over me. I tried to grab his hand and push it away, embarrassed by my body’s response to them. I knew from romance novels that being wet was a good thing, but they hadn’t even done anything to me yet. I felt…somehow loose, like they’d never believe I’d only been with one man when my body responded like I’d hidden a commercial sized bottle of lube up it.
Remington caught my wrist and held it away from his hand. While I watched, he lifted it to his mouth and slowly licked his fingers clean of my juices. His eyes never left mine. “You’re delicious, M. I’m going to lick this pretty cunt until you soak my face. Did you ever ride his face?”
I shook my head fast and hard. Looking at Boone and Wells, I waited on them to clarify to Remington that me riding his face was a very bad idea. When I saw Boone licking his lips and unbuttoning his shirt, I knew I was on my own. “I didn’t. He didn’t do that. I don’t think it’s safe. I’m not one of your tiny supermodels.”
Wells growled and came closer. His sea-colored eyes stroked over my body hungrily. “Thank fuck for that. I want to feel your curves dip under my fingers, Memphis. I want to watch your ass bounce while I fuck you. And if I go with you riding my face, what a fucking way to go.”
Boone leaned over the side of the bed and planted his hands on either side of my thigh. “What do you mean, he didn’t do that?”
They were all so close. I could feel the heat radiating off of their bodies and smell the note of citrus that ran through all of their scents. I wasn’t sure where to look first, but Boone’s hand gripped the inside of my thigh and pulled it farther out, so my sex was hovering over the bed. I gasped and met his gaze, needy for things I didn’t even understand. “He didn’t go there. He…he thought it was gross.”
Boone laughed, but it sounded dangerous. His eyes flashed with anger as he stroked my thigh. “And did you suck his dick?”
All I could do was nod, the weight of their stares heavy as I admitted to what I knew was an unfair sexual relationship. I didn’t know why we were talking so much. I wasn’t sure I liked it. They were flaying me open and exposing the ugly underbelly of my sex life and insecurities.
Remington gripped my chin again and made me face him. “Did he do anything for you?”
I wanted to spill my soul to them right then. All Charlie had done for me was use me for seven long years and then rob me blind. I was already naked enough for one day, though, so I just shook my head.
“That changes now. You come first, every time. First and often. If you’re not floating on a fucking cloud when you leave us, you’re not leaving us. Welcome to grown men, sweetheart. Pussies are delicious, if there’s a cock in your mouth it’ll be because you begged for it, and you’re fucking built for turning us on. Understand?” Remington ran his hand into my hair and gripped the back of my head. “Say you understand, Memphis, because the time for talking is running short.”
I gasped at the feeling of fingers stroking over my sex and couldn’t look down with my head held so steady. I watched as Remington lifted his other hand to grip the side of my face. The fingers parting my lower lips weren’t his and the understanding that two men were touching me at the same time washed over me like a tidal wave. I opened my mouth, unsure of what I was going to say, but all that came out was a low, needy moan.
“Say you understand, sweetheart.” Remington stroked his thumb over my lips and leaned in closer, until his breath mingled with mine.
“Yes!” I squeezed my eyes closed and licked my lips, my tongue brushing his tongue. “I understand.”
“You like that Boone and I are touching you at the same time, don’t you?” As he spoke, he pushed his thumb past my lips and growled when I swirled my tongue around it.
Boone’s fingers parted my lower lips and he slowly slid one long, thick finger into me. He swore and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to my thigh. “You’re so tight, Memphis.”
“I like it!” I blurted out the truth and felt my body burn with shame at the admission.
“Again I say thank fuck.” Wells’ voice was rough as he moved closer. “I don’t think I can sit back and wait my turn to touch you.”
Remington’s face filled my vision as hands joined the others already on my body. He dipped his mouth lower and licked my bottom lip. “How does it feel, M? Boone’s fingering your dripping cunt and Wells is stroking your beautiful stomach. You’ve got all three of us dying to know what it feels like to slide inside your perfect body.”
My lips parted and I had to grip his shoulders as a second finger joined the first inside me and Wells’ hands cupped my breasts. He stroked around my nipples, teasing me. Remington cut off a moan by kissing me. His mouth was minty as he stroked his tongue into my mouth and tightened his grip in my hair. His lips were softer than I expected, his stubble prickly as he tilted his head and kissed me deeper. His kiss left no room for confusion; he was in charge. He bit my lip and set the pace of the kiss, stroking my tongue into submission and growling into my mouth before pulling away.
I panted as he kissed across my jaw and down my throat. Soft and rough from his mouth and beard, he left chills in his wake as he moved across my shoulder. His mouth, Boone’s fingers, and Wells’ teasing drove me higher into a state I’d never been in before, until I was writhing in their grasp and fighting the urge to cry out.
When Boone’s thumb shifted to settle over my clit, I lost control. Wells finally pinched my nipples with a sharpness that spiked my pleasure. Remington sucked the skin over my collar bone, marking me. With a loud, keening cry, I came. My body pulsed as pleasure throbbed through my core and radiated outwards. I dug my fingers into Remington’s shoulders and curled into them as much as I could.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Enjoy that gentle orgasm. The next one won’t hit without you screaming.” Remington kissed me softly and pulled back to yank his shirt open. Buttons went flying and his tie was jerked off. “You’re going to ride my face, M. You’re not stopping until you’ve come all over me and screamed my name.”
18.
***Boone***
