Page 101 of Breakaway

“Oooh, I like those sounds, Angel,” Briggs teases, sinking his teeth into her shoulder.

“Ah, fuck,” Dayton groans, readjusting himself. I glance at Col, knowing he’s not as keen on the sharing aspect, but his eyes are molten pools of desire. I take it he’s officially over his hang-ups.

“Does that mean there’s an orgasm in my very near future?” Andi asks, tilting her head to the side to give Briggs and me better access. “I was cleared to have sex last week, and yet none of you have done more than kiss me.”

“Feeling needy, Sunshine?” Col jests, his voice gritty with need.

“Very,” she answers, bobbing her head up and down.

“Pump the brakes,” Briggs commands, making me groan with frustration. “If this is going where I think it is, we need to put Izzy in her crib. There’s no way in hell we’re going to make our kids’ mother climax–repeatedly–in the presence of our little girl.” Briggs shivers dramatically, but the image makes me queasy as well.

“Make sure the baby monitor is on,” Andi adds.

“Of course.” Briggs nods his head in agreement, already walking towards the bedroom to get our daughter. “I want you naked by the time I’m back, Angel. There better not be anything between me and your dripping wet pussy.” Andi’s breathing grows harsher, her pulse thumping rapidly in the side of her neck.

“Us,” Col amends. “There better not be anything between us and her delectable pussy.”

Holy fuck, we’re actually doing this.

51

Andilyn

“You assholes better not have started without me.” Briggs barrels into the room, panting from exertion as he places both baby monitors on the dresser.

I can see why he’d draw that conclusion. Raiden is bare-chested, and the first one within his line of sight. When Briggs’ gaze travels across the rest of the room, finally landing on me, a mischievous grin etches itself across my face. Deciding to finally test Briggs’ restraint, I’m dressed in nothing but Raiden’s white dress shirt, completely bare beneath it. He takes me in from head to toe, his tongue dragging across his bottom lip and making shivers dance across my skin. I can vividly recall how it feels to have that very tongue tracing every inch of me.

“You wanna play, Angel?” Briggs whispers seductively, his obsidian eyes turning impossibly darker as he stalks towards the bed. “I hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself into.” He makes a tsking sound, shaking his head back and forth.

“Just to be clear, if this is happening, we aren’t fucking you hard and fast, Butterfly,” Dayton interjects, damn near making me pout. I’m so desperate for them to touch me, I’d agree to anything at this point. “There’s four of us and only one of you. We take this slow. Your body’s still healing, and I refuse to cause you any pain.”

“Oh, she’ll be hurting,” Briggs objects. “But not in the way you think. I believe I warned you about wearing any of their clothes in front of me. Didn’t I, Angel?” He climbs behind me on the bed, peeling the fabric from my body with slow precision. My nerve endings feel exposed, causing tingles along my spine. Once I’ve been divested of Raiden’s shirt, he places barely there kisses along my shoulder blades. The sound of something ripping makes me spin my head around, my jaw falling open when I see that Briggs has torn the shirt in half.

“Was that really necessary?” Raiden deadpans. Briggs responds by flashing him a wicked grin.

“You tell me,” he mumbles, tugging my arms behind me and securing them with the scraps of fabric. It forces my tits out, making the guys groan.

“Definitely worth it,” Col mumbles. Next, Briggs grabs Raiden’s discarded tie from the floor, covering my eyes with it. The silk material is light against my skin, but I’m completely blind to what’s happening around me.

“Feel okay?” Briggs asks, lightly skating his fingers up and down my arm. I nod, licking my suddenly dry lips. “Lie back, Angel. Tonight, you’re going to take whatever we decide to give you, and say thank you afterward.” I do as instructed, my heart racing a mile a minute. There’s no time to be self-conscious about my body. I’m too keyed up, the anticipation of what’s to come making my breaths saw in and out of me at a frantic pace.

“Breathe, minha luz,” Raiden instructs, placing his palm directly over my thundering heart.

“Let us love you, baby,” Dayton whispers, his tongue tracing the shell of my ear.

I focus on calming myself–both body and mind. It’s indescribable, the way my other senses have been heightened after being robbed of one. A featherlight touch is placed against my inner thigh, while someone else drags a finger between my breasts. Each one feels like lightning, the buzz of electricity beneath my skin growing to an unbearable level. The rustling sound of fabric is more noticeable as they move around one another, giving me a faint idea of where they are, just not who they are. Finally, my legs are parted, a body wedging between them as a hot, wet path is licked from my entrance to clit. My back bows off the bed, a deep groan spilling out of me.

“More,” I plead, wishing I could grip the hair of whoever’s eating me like I’m the death row meal they’ve been fantasizing about.

“Do you need something to keep you quiet?” Col whispers.

More shuffling sounds as I’m lifted to a seated position, my legs thrown over a set of shoulders as they continue plundering my pussy with their tongue. Fingers tease my entrance, slowly working their way in, fucking me nice and easy to prep my body for what’s to come. My hair is fisted, tilting my head to the side, the tip of someone’s cock tracing my lips. Instinctually, my tongue licks out to taste the precum left behind. Leaning forward, I part my lips and grant them entrance. The thickness of the person working their way to the back of my throat leads me to believe it’s Dayton. When my lips are resting against the base of his shaft, I nearly panic from how constricted my breathing is.

“Breathe through your nose, minha luz,” Raiden coaxes, his thumb stroking my hardened nipple. When oxygen finally fills my lungs, my muscles loosen, allowing Dayton to pull back out before thrusting forward again. He holds himself still, forcing me to swallow. His groan of pleasure is decadent. I swirl my tongue around his tip when he withdraws again, but my thoughts are shattered when someone lightly bites my clit. I jolt, on the verge of coming when the weight between my thighs disappears, leaving me desperate for one of the others to fill the space that’s just been vacated. Dayton slips free of my lips, my pants overly loud in the sudden silence.

A hand on my shoulder urges me to lie back, and I happily oblige. I’m jerked to the end of the bed, my legs hooked over a set of arms as they stroke their cock through the slickness coating my pussy. I moan, canting my hips to try and force them inside of me. A sharp sting makes me gasp as someone pinches my clit, reminding me that I’m not the one in control. I’m completely at their mercy, my release being granted if or when they deem it’s allowed. I calm myself once again, my muscles loosening as I patiently wait to be filled.

“Look at you, obeying so beautifully,” Dayton voices huskily, my compliance being rewarded as the cock teasing my entrance finally begins to fill me.