“Group hug!” Liam announces, immediately jumping off the bed with Leo close behind him. They practically tackle us as they attempt to wrap their arms around us all. We all laugh, except for Blake, who grumbles, but I can see him trying to hide a smile when he thinks no one is looking.
Squished in the middle of my guys, I feel safer than I have in months. I’m surrounded by the men who love me, and I know exactly how I want to spend the rest of my evening. Wriggling to get a bit of room, I move my hands to the hem of my top, and with some manoeuvring, which isn’t easy when pressed up against several strippers, I lift the fabric above my head.
“Baby Girl…” Blake groans, his head falling forward and resting it against my collarbone. Despite his earlier teasing, the guys have refused to have sex with me since the attack. They are worried about hurting me, but I know if we are careful, I’ll be fine, and I’m done with them treating me like a broken doll.
“No, if you don’t want to have sex with me, fine, step aside. I’m sure one of the others will step in.” There’s more bite in my tone than I had meant, but Blake responds to it, raising his head and narrowing his eyes at me. When it comes to my safety, sometimes, he needs a bit of a push. I won’t let him treat me like a victim, I’m still their Gabby. Plus, he loves it when I’m a brat. “I’m done letting him rule my life, Blake. I’m horny and I want to fuck my boyfriends. Okay?”
I hear someone chuckle behind me—Liam, I think—but no one moves as Blake continues to look at me with that soul deep stare of his. I hold my breath, knowing that if he put up a fight the others probably wouldn’t go against him, but thankfully, he doesn’t keep me waiting long. The corner of his mouth quirks up into a smirk.
“You heard the woman,” he growls as his eyes flick over my shoulder, meeting the gaze of the others. “She wants to be fucked.”
As if they had already previously agreed on a plan, the guys move away from me, all except Damon, who is still pressed against my back.
Blake steps away and leans against the wall, watching with that smirk that drives me mad. “Strip her,” he demands, and I watch as he pulls off his T-shirt to reveal his well-built, tattooed chest. He’s all hard lines and clenching muscles as he teasingly runs his finger down his abs and back up between his huge pecs, those dark eyes still locked on me as he does it.
Damon murmurs his agreement against my neck, pressing a kiss on my flushed skin, his hands skimming down my stomach. Vaguely, I recognise that someone has put some music on, and as Damon’s hands land on my waist, his body is flush against mine. With gentle guidance, we are soon swaying to the music, my hips rocking and swaying in time to the beat. As we move, his hands are on the waistband of my jeans, and he slowly pushes them down.
Leo appears in nothing but an open white shirt and a pair of boxers, offering me his hand as I step out of my trousers. Now I’m only in my underwear. Pulling me into his arms, he leads me into a series of simple spins. I love dancing with Leo. His Spanish heritage comes out in his dancing, and it doesn’t matter that I have two left feet. He makes me feel graceful and beautiful. Our bodies are pressed together, and our movements are fluid. It’s the perfect type of foreplay, and if I weren’t turned on before, then I certainly am now. We glide across the room before staying in one spot. Those dark brown eyes lock me into place as his leg comes out and presses between mine, and then he moves me so I’m twisting, almost grinding into that leg as his ass and hips shake. Spinning me once more, I come to a stop in front of Damon, who’s sitting on the end of the bed now. Reaching out with gentle fingers, he pulls down my underwear, and it falls into a puddle of fabric at my feet. With a smile, Damon turns me and guides me to sit between his legs, his hands coming to rest on my thighs. I feel hot and flushed, shifting my legs together to try and get some friction to ease the growing ache in my core. When I look up, I see the hot gazes of the guys on me.
“Don’t be shy, Baby Girl. Let us see that hot little pussy of yours,” Blake teases, nodding his head at Damon, who spreads my thighs with his strong hands.
Gasping, I watch their expressions transform as they get a look at my wet, pink pussy. I can’t help but lean back and part my thighs wider, teasing them like they tease me. After all, they love my body and I’m not ashamed of my skin. I rub against Damon as they all watch with entranced eyes. Liam immediately comes forward, now only wearing a pair of boxers, having shed his clothes at some point. He drops to his knees before me, licking his lips as his hands skim up my legs before pulling away.
Kneeling in front of me, he looks up at me with an expression of adoration and worship that takes my breath away. “Fuck me, Angel, you are so beautiful,” he whispers, leaning up and pressing a sweet, lingering kiss against my lips. Pulling back, he suddenly grins at me before he parts my lips and places a soft, teasing kiss against my aching clit.
A moan escapes my lips, and I lean my head back, resting it on Damon’s shoulder as he places open-mouthed kisses against my neck. He licks at the thrumming pulse there as he releases my thighs, confident I’m not going to close them. Those big, strong hands slide up my legs, across my hips and stomach before cupping my heavy breasts. He’s so careful with me, making sure not to press on any areas that are bruised and letting me lean against him for support. Yet his touch is still sure and strong as he squeezes my breasts while the others watch. With a chuckle when I whimper, he strokes across my sensitive skin and circles my nipples teasingly. I’m just about to get impatient and shout at him when his fingers suddenly tug and pull on them, tweaking them into hard, rosy points right as Liam’s warm breath blows over my pussy before his tongue flicks out and lashes my clit. I glance down and see Liam’s eyes are rolled up, watching us and timing his actions with Damon’s movements, those blue orbs gleaming with mischief. With a smirk, that talented tongue flicks back out and slides down my pussy, tasting my arousal and making him moan against me. The vibrations make me clench my thighs around his head. No one eats pussy the way my teasing stripper does. Sure, slow, and teasing, just like he dances. Chuckling against my flesh, he moves back to my clit, alternating between kissing, sucking, and licking the throbbing nub.
“More,” I whisper needily, and he stops teasing me. One long finger drags down my cunt and gathers wetness before slipping inside me, eliciting a groan from my lips. The slow friction is exactly what I need…except I want more. I want it all.
I must have said it out loud because I hear Blake’s dark chuckle from the other side of the room. “Greedy girl,” he calls. Lifting my lust-filled gaze, I seek him out and see him still leaning against the wall, his tattooed hand down the waistband of his trousers as he slowly fists his cock. “Give her what she wants.”
Liam makes a sound of acknowledgement, although it’s muffled against my clit, as he adds a second, then a third finger, stretching my pussy around them as he scissors them before slowly stroking my walls as he pulls out and thrusts back in. I feel Damon’s hard cock pressed against my ass, and I grind into it as I ride Liam’s fingers. All my other guys watch me like I’m the show now. Damon continues kissing my neck gently, his fingers rolling and tweaking my nipples, sending bolts of desire straight down to my pussy. They play my body effortlessly, riding that line between teasing and just enough. Liam’s expert fingers stroke me in a sure, strong rhythm, his tongue matching the pace. Damon’s lips and hard touch leave me gasping as I desperately raise my hips and chase the orgasm I feel building within me. Until, with one more touch of Liam’s tongue, I’m thrown over the edge, my pussy clenching around his fingers. My mouth opens on a groan, my eyes fluttering shut as I grind into that touch as they stroke me through it. Only when the aftershocks subside do I open my eyes and look down, panting slightly as I meet Liam’s gaze. Humming with pleasure, Liam removes his fingers and slowly slides each one into his mouth, sucking them clean as I watch him. Popping them free with a cocky smirk, he winks at me. “Delicious, Angel.”