Page 49 of Rogue’s Mark

"Those are your only options."

So like the smart man he is, he kisses me.

While Rogue has my mouth, Armen continues removing my blue jeans and last but not least, because I didn’t bother with a bra, he slips my panties down my ankles and helps me out of them. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him toss them over to Sting, who winks at me and brings them to his face for a long inhale.

I am aware, this whole time, of the window behind me and the people watching, and damn if it doesn’t turn my body heat up until I moan against Rogue's mouth.

He pulls back to look at me. "Yeah," he says. "I know."

Sting is at the edge of the chaise. He's been watching, his jacket off, with my panties wadded in his fist.

Armen settles me on the chaise, and for a moment, I just look out the window at the main floor, a handful of people watching openly, without apology.

I'm not apologizing either.

Sting comes to me, his hands moving over me with a focused precision I know by heart now. His mouth finds my breast and I tip my head back against Armen's shoulder.

"Spread your legs," Armen says against my ear. "Let them look."

Oh God.

He knows what that does to me, the bastard.

Sting gets to his knees in front of me and pushes my thighs wider apart. “Open,” he growls.

“What?”

“Open yourself. Open your pussy.”

Oh.

I slowly lower my hands and with two fingers inside each of my lips, I part them, showing my… well, everything.

“Good girl,” he says, looking at me with a wicked smile. “Rogue, you gettin’ a good look at this pretty pussy?”

Rogue sucks in his breath. “Oh yeah, man. All nice and pink. And look at her clit, poking out like it’s begging for action.”

Armen reaches forward from his place on the chaise and finds my wetness, dipping his fingers in and out.

“How’s it taste?” Rogue asks.

Armen brings his fingers to his mouth. “Mmmm. Nice. Very nice.”

“Here, let me,” Rogue says, sliding a finger inside me.

“Mmmm,” I moan quietly.

“Look guys. She likes it.”

Something about being talked about like I’m not even there, like I’m nothing more than a pussy and some tits, is so goddamned hot, it leaves me panting. My chest heaves up and down, even though I haven’t done a lick of exercise.

“Hey, Sting. C’mon. Put a finger in here, too.”

Rogue leans on the inside of one of my thighs while Sting leans on the other, opening my legs farther, as far as they will go, truthfully, to the point of mild pain. But I say nothing because I have two gorgeous men driving their fingers in and out of me while I hold my pussy open for them, and life doesn’t get much better than this.

Rogue slides another finger inside and so does Sting. Eventually, I lose count of how many I’m filled with, and I breathe through it while the tingling in my core signals what’s just around the corner.

Then Armen kneels in front of me, smiling at the sight of Rogue and Sting fucking me with their fingers. He dips two fingers into his own mouth, I guess for lubrication, and places them between the hands of the other guys, driving them deep.