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I know I’m already wet, but when he feels that too, a low croon of need leaves him, the sound hungry and not hesitant at all.
My legs move farther apart in a silent plea for more. This isn’t what this dinner was supposed to be about, some distant part of my mind reminds me.
Except… this feels like exactly what we should be doing.
His fingers steal past the thin layer of fabric between him and my pussy. For a moment, he just traces his fingers up and down my slit, teasing me and getting wet with my slick. Breathless, I push my hips forward, offering him more access to me.
He dips two fingers into me, and I give a small gasp. They feel longer than they should, but when he looks up at me, I only see Huck in those ice-pale eyes.
“I like touching you,” he murmurs.
My breath catches as he crooks his fingers inside me, stroking me from within. “I like it too,” I manage to whisper.
He smiles, devious and playful, and it thrills me. His fingers crook again, while his thumb pushes past my panties, finding my clit. “My good Mabel. My belle. Would you let me taste you, my belle?”
Gods, he always seems so nervous that he’ll drive me away, but now that he’s got me clenching around his fingers, he’s focused as hell. Like he’s going to use every second of this to bring me pleasure.
And I shouldn’t say yes. I know I shouldn’t. But I slide my hips to the edge of the chair without a word, even if I can’t bring myself to look at the other men. “Please?” I breathe.
Huck slides my panties off and then moves my legs farther apart.
“So wet and glistening,” he says, his eyes on my pussy. “Do you want the others to see how juicy and shiny you are for us?”
My body tingles with how dirty that feels. How dirty all of this probably is.
But my head twitches in a nod all the same.
Chairs scrape the dining room floor immediately. Zeb comes up behind Huck while Phineas stands behind me.
“Mmm,” Zeb hums with his attention on my exposed core. “Perfect.”
Phineas’s hands slide around my shoulders and down to the buttons of my cardigan. “May we have more?”
At my tiny nod, he begins undoing the buttons, roaming his hands over me while Huck dips his fingers inside me again, tearing my attention between the two of them.
My cardigan falls away. My tank top whips over my head. My bra drops to the floor a moment later.
I’m topless between all three of them and reeling with the fact I’m letting this happen.
But gods, I couldn’t stop myself if I tried.
“This is much better than dinner,” Zeb comments.
I open my mouth to say something in response, but the gods only know what it would have been, because that’s when Huck dives between my legs.
Gasping, I buck my hips involuntarily as he twists his tongue around my clit. His fingers start pumping inside me, curling and crooking against my G-spot with every thrust. Phineas’s hands take my shoulders, holding me to the chair, while Zeb comes around to my side and flashes me a grin.
“Fuck yes, beautiful,” he says. “Let’s see you fall apart.”
I strain against Phineas’s grip, my breath coming in rapid gasps as Huck works me, his tongue curling and stroking my clit until I’m reeling.
Zeb trails his fingers along my cheek. “You want more?”
I don’t know what the hell he means, but I nod.
He bends down, taking one of my nipples in his mouth while his fingers pinch the other.
A choked cry leaves me, but Phineas’s hands keep me from lurching forward at the bolt of pleasure that shoots through my veins. He slides his grip up from my shoulders to wrap one hand around my throat, forcing me to lift my head to look at him.
