And then he crawls up my body and whispers against my lips, “Me? Or all of us?”
Lust shoots down my body at such a question. Is Seth really proposing what I think he is? I turn my head to the others and moan softly at the heat of their gazes. They want me, I think to myself, scarcely believing it. If I deny myself the option of Tarek and Leon at the same time, then who’s really punishing whom?
Seth’s lips brush against mine, and in a raggedy breath, I answer, “All.”
His smirk is wide against my cheek, where he plants a wet kiss like he was hoping for that answer.
He crawls down to my waist, kneeling before me. “You heard her,” Seth says to the others, and I watch in fascination as he strips off his shirt.
Seth... Seth is surprisingly ripped.
My eyes travel all over his body, devouring him. His tight abs, the bulge of his biceps, the outline of a six-pack... He’s not overly muscled, but he’s impressive, and looking at his clothed form you’d never have guessed it.
Tarek and Leon slide over to my body, and I reach an arm out to each of them. Conor settles opposite Seth, kneeling by my head so that I can only see him upside down.
In every direction, I’m surrounded by men — men who care for me, men who want me, men who find me desirable.
I’ve never felt more empowered in my life.
Leon’s hand drifts down my bare arm, and he says quietly, “You look so beautiful, Kat.”
I smile at him, at the sincerity in his tone. Conor’s fingers, meanwhile, are massaging my scalp. He runs his hands through my hair, using his fingertips to ease every hint of tension in my body until I’m loose and heavy.
On my other side, Tarek runs his finger beneath the band of my bra. He pulls it slightly away from my skin — and then snaps it into place again. My body jerks, and I glare at him, confused by the twin sensations of pain and pleasure coursing through my system.
“You need to be more naked for that,” I tell him. “It won’t come off unless you undress.”
His handsome face smirks down at me, as though amused I’m even trying to bargain with him. “Cute,” Tarek says softly, tucking his finger beneath the band again. “But I can just do this.” He stretches the material further — as far as it can go — and I await the smack of it against my skin, my muscles tensing.
My heart beats faster.
He likes it rough.
But the pain doesn’t come.
Instead, his fingers slide across my right breast, easing over the soft mound and kneading me with his full palm. I moan wantonly, reveling in each pleasurable sensation and the shock of Tarek’s tenderness.
He lowers his lips to my ear. “You need a safe word, babydoll,” he says, and then he tweaks my nipple hard, causing me to jerk upward. “Something to say if things get too much for you.”
Seth glances up at me through his hair, as though to check I’m okay. I meet his eyes and nod.
I turn my gaze to Tarek and whisper, “If you could feel how wet I am, I don’t think there’s much chance of that happening.”
Tarek smiles darkly. “Don’t say that. I have an active imagination.”
Flutters fall to my stomach at that response. He runs his hand over my breast, squeezing it and shaking it in his palm. My head rolls back into Conor’s legs, and Conor shuffles forward so that my head leans fully on his lap.
“Red for stop,” Leon says briskly, watching my face like he can’t take his eyes off me. “Amber to slow down. Green is...”
“’Fuck yes, do it harder’?” I supply innocently.
Tarek groans beside me like he’s ready to burst. He turns to Seth and demands, “Why the hell isn’t she naked yet? The things I want to do to her...”
Seth raises an eyebrow. “Strip,” he says in an authoritative voice, staring at Tarek. My heart beats wildly. It’s like he’s reading my mind.
Yes, oh yes. Kind, lovely Seth commanding the others? The others submitting to him? Why is this such a turn-on?
As though it’s a race, they each peel their shirts over their heads and fling them into the corner alongside mine.
I gulp, taking in the amount of gloriously attractive flesh on display — from the soft patch of hair on Tarek’s dark torso to Leon’s tall athletic stature and the delectable freckles scattered across Conor’s chest. I don’t know where to even begin to train my eyes — though I find I’m drawn to the large intricate mandala-style pattern on Leon’s arm.
But Seth rolls his eyes, like he’s unimpressed.
In fact, he looks downright annoyed with them. “What was hot about that?” he asks. “Are you all suddenly teenage boys? Control yourselves.”
I glance at him in surprise. Well, this is a refreshing direction.
“Sometimes,” Tarek says through gritted teeth, “you ask miracles of us.” Seth stares at him balefully.
Conor slowly raises his hand — though from my position, it looks like it’s in reverse. Seth sighs and says, “Yes, I know some of us are technically still teenagers, I don’t need pedants at an orgy.” Conor lowers his hand back to the ground.
The word “orgy” frazzles my brain a bit. “Seriously, I don’t need anything special,” I try to tell Seth, but Seth, astonished, shakes his head at me.
“Of course you do. You’re with us. It’s our job to look after you and pleasure you the way no one else can.”
I can’t help but think Seth’s taking this rather seriously in his role as Sex God, but then he tells the others, “Wherever you are, kiss Kat where she’s closest to you,” and suddenly I have four mouths working across my body — and yeah, yeah, maybe Seth can control things after all if he’s enjoying himself half as much as I am.
I writhe beneath their touches. Conor kisses my mouth, upside down. It’s strange but exciting, an unknown thing for me. Tarek kisses just below my bra, but then becomes bolder, sliding down my bra straps and pulling down my bra to expose my breasts completely. Tarek’s mouth immediately descends on my right breast, his other hand massaging my left. He tongues the bead of my nipple, fluttering his tongue back and forth. I squirm under his mouth. Then Tarek sharply tugs Leon’s dark hair. He drags Leon’s head across to the left breast he’s squeezing, and before I know it, the two men are licking and sucking at my breasts.
Seth’s butterfly kisses across my stomach distract me almost as much, and I find myself dearly wishing he weren’t so damn thorough and attentive, and that someone would just fucking fuck me instead of teasing me into deliriousness.
But he picks up the pace, fluttering those sweet kisses lower and lower, until he hits the waistband of my jeans.
He pauses — which I feel rather than see, because of the three rather attractive heads blocking my vision.
His hands wrap around the curve of my waist, thumbs stroking the triangular patch of sensitive skin leading to my groin. Combined with Tarek and Leon’s mouths diligently suckling my breasts, and Conor kissing my face, it’s sensation overload. It’s not just the feel of everyone, but the sounds — the shallow breaths, the slick licks, the repressed groans that catch in their throats... Some of which come from me, but the remainder from the others fill my ears as if I’m drowning in the sounds of sex.