They all slowly move toward me, and my heart rate picks up as my eyes move from left to right, wanting to watch them all. My core clenches as a deep dark thrill shoots through me. If this isn’t what I hope it is, then I’ll never forgive them for working me up like this.
They’re still halfway across the room but I’m already panting, the anticipation enough to bring me to my knees, and hell, if that’s where they want me, that’s exactly where I’ll be.
My throat gets dry and I reach back, curling my fingers around the cool glass, and with one smooth motion, I bring the rim to my bottom lip and throw back the white rum, indulging in the sweet burn as it sails down my throat.
Their gazes darken by the second, and I see each of them straining through their pants, the desperate need to have them sending me into a flurry of desperation.
Holy hell. What have I gotten myself into?
They creep closer and closer, and my panting becomes too much. I need to have them now. I need to feel their hands on my body, filling every fucking crevice and making me scream like never before.
My body grows hotter by the second and the anticipation is almost too much to bear. If this is some sick, twisted joke and they’re going to turn and walk away, then I’m going to be pissed.
Their eyes are like hot lasers upon my skin as they step into me, standing so close I can feel the warmth radiating off their skin, I could just die.
Levi meets my stare as the desire reflected in his eyes is enough to have me melting right here on the spot. “Fuck me,” I murmur under my breath. His eyes sparkle, and though I can’t see his lips beneath the mask, I know he’s grinning at the way the three of them have me all wound up.
He drops to his knees, and as I glance down at him, I can’t help but notice the way his tight abs roll and bunch with his movements. He tilts his chin up, holding my heated stare as his hands gently curl around the back of my leg.
He pulls on it, forcing my foot off the ground before gently placing it down on his strong thigh and sliding his hands up the back of my leg until he reaches the top of my thigh-high boot. It’s a subtle movement, but the way he grips the small zipper between his fingers and slowly drags it down my leg is one of the most sensual things I’ve ever experienced. Perhaps it’s his eyes on mine as he does it, or maybe it’s just the idea of what they plan on doing to me once the boots are stripped from my body.
He pulls the boot free, tossing it aside, and I groan as Levi places my foot back down and switches it for the next, repeating the same agonizingly slow and sensual movements. I’m completely mesmerized by him. He has my complete attention, that is until Marcus’ warm hands brush over my exposed waist.
My eyes snap toward his and the fire within them makes my stomach clench. They’re so dark and deadly, and just the knowledge of a man like him wanting me has me soaking wet with need. His fingers trail down my waist, capturing the front of my jeans.
Marcus pulls against my jeans and I fumble forward a step, as my other boot is completely pulled from my foot and tossed aside. Levi releases his hold on my foot, and I quickly catch myself before tumbling straight into Marcus. His fingers are rough on the front of my jeans and he pops the button with quick, skilled fingers. A soft gasp tears from my throat as he holds my gaze, refusing to release me.
The zipper slides down, and just the thought of his hands being so close to my almost exposed pussy has me panting with desperation.
With me now a step closer to Marcus, Roman slips in behind me, his wide, strong chest pressed right up against my back. I know we have a bit of a strained relationship, but holy mother of all things sweet and holy, I’m more than willing to put it all aside for just a few hours with him.
Desperate to feel his warm skin beneath my fingers, I slip my hand behind my back and feel the sharp ridges of his abs. A soft escape of needy breath hits my ear, and my eyes immediately flutter with the sweetest satisfaction. It’s one thing knowing that Roman has it bad for me and refuses to acknowledge it, but it’s a whole different situation when he physically can’t resist the temptation and his lack of control gets the best of him. Knowing that my touch alone could bring him to his knees makes me feel more powerful than any woman should ever have the right to feel.
He moves in tighter behind me, plastering himself to my back as his fingers move up over my body. They get higher and higher, and for a moment, I wonder if he’s planning on gripping my throat, but his movements pause at the collar of my cropped tank.
His hands fist into the material and swiftly tear it straight off my body. A gasp pulls from the back of my throat and my body stiffens and jolts with the raw intensity flowing through my veins. Roman’s hands instantly return to my skin, brushing over it with need, and my body trembles beneath his touch.
Marcus pushes my jeans down over my hips, taking my thong right along with it and the desperation is too much. I turn back and meet Roman’s heated gaze over my shoulder and the fire pulsing between us is stronger than it’s ever been. I don’t know if it’s the ski mask or because we’re not one on one, but something has him willing to let go of all the tension and just relax. It’s almost as though he’s trying to hide his real emotions, to allow himself to be in the moment, but not today. If he wants to indulge in me, then he’s going to do it completely.
Reaching back, my fingers slip under the fabric of his ski mask, and I pull it up just enough to expose his inviting lips. My hand curls around the back of his head, and not being able to help myself, I push up onto my tippy toes and fuse our lips together.
His body stiffens at first. He hadn’t been expecting this. Hell, it’s probably one of the reasons he was so down to wear the ski mask, but it’s not like I was expecting this either.
My lips move gently over his, allowing him the chance to pull back or take control, and as his body slowly begins to relax into my touch, he kisses me back, reminding me just how good it really is.
My pants are pulled right off my feet and Marcus throws them aside with my boots and the shredded scraps of my tank, and as Roman’s hands continue exploring my skin, Levi moves in closer on his knees. He pushes my legs apart and Marcus steps to my side, allowing Levi the space he needs to work his magic.
His warm lips brush along my inner thigh and a soft groan bubbles through my chest, the anticipation of what’s about to happen almost too much to bear. I’m left wondering if he pulled off his mask or just raised it the same way I’d done to Roman, but it’s not important enough to tear my lips away to look.
He slowly kisses his way higher, teasing and taunting my body with what’s about to come, and my knees quickly grow weak, but Roman’s strong hold keeps me upright.
Butterflies storm through my stomach, and with every touch of their hands, their tiny little wings seem to flutter faster until Levi’s lips finally close over my clit, his tongue gently flicking that sensitive bundle of nerves. My body jolts with electricity and I gasp into Roman’s mouth before feeling the smile pulling at his warm lips.
Levi doesn’t dare ease up, teasing me with his skilled tongue, sucking and nipping as he pushes two thick fingers deep inside of me. My fingers knot into Roman’s hair and I pull back from his kiss, needing a chance to catch my breath, but the DeAngelis brothers are not patient men.
Marcus moves in closer, his fingers skimming across my ribs and up over my bare breast as his lips press down on my shoulder. His fingers trail soft circles around my nipples, pebbling beneath his touch, and when his fingers close over it and give it a gentle pinch, my body flinches. “Ohhh, fuck,” I moan, melting back into Roman’s kiss as Levi worships my cunt as though it’s the only thing keeping him breathing.