Conor’s tongue slides around the curve of my ear and I shiver, my thighs tensing in automatic response. He smiles down at me, looking amused. “I swear ears are a girl’s most sensitive part.”
Tarek turns his head to give him a sidelong glance, his cheek soft against my pebbled nipple. “Nope,” he says simply with the hint of a knowing smile.
His mouth returns to my breast, gently kissing the underside before swirling his pressing tongue hard against my nipple. I arch my back like I can’t help it, my body jerking like I’m losing all control. When Conor’s mouth skims the shell of my ear again, his warm breath flush against me so intimately, he gives me a generous second to recover before thrusting his tongue inside.
I moan loudly, then realize the sound had come from me. This feels unlike anything I’ve known — there’s something primal and strange about the sensation that makes me crave it more. I grab Conor’s head and pull him closer to me so that he can’t escape, and he continues licking me eagerly. My hips leap furiously because of Conor; it’s as though I’m riding wave after wave of pleasure.
“I think you win,” Leon murmurs to Conor, sounding impressed.
Tarek rolls his eyes. “Erogenous zones are cheating.”
“Seeing her like this, though? I don’t think so.”
It’s as though their conversation is taking place in another realm; all I can hear is the overwhelming rush of sensation in my head. I want to melt in it forever.
The buckle of my jeans is slowly undone, and this too feels like it’s taking place in some distant elsewhere — on someone else, even, not me. I’m so far gone, the only thing that exists is Conor’s ravenous mouth. Everything else is so dimly far away.
Or so I think, because with one touch to my clit I’m electrified. My eyes snap open as I’m brought shuddering back to the present. My mouth is gaping, guttural groans spilling from it in an endless stream. I realize I haven’t been silent since Conor began his lavish attentions.
Seth peels down my jeans. His hand is slowly working beneath my white cotton panties, an intense expression on his face. We lock our gazes.
“M-More,” I manage to murmur.
Conor strokes my swept hair away from my face, holding me steady in his arms.
Seth’s face is so unusually serious, without even the telltale playful sparkle of his kind blue eyes. My stomach flutters at his immense focus: I feel like I am his project and he’s promised to see me through till completion.
“You’re wet, Princess,” Seth tells me, tone neutral.
I feel myself gulping at his words, a prickle of lust flaring inside. Buried inside the crotch of my underwear, his fingertips slide against my slick folds, being coated, as if to test how ready I am.
I’m ready. I’m so ready, I think I might cry.
Somehow Seth possesses infinite patience. Seth’s fingers curl deeper into me, his knuckles gently circling my entrance. With dazed fascination, I watch the bulge of his large hand move up and down inside the snug triangle of my panties — he could rip the fabric apart and I wouldn’t care.
The very tip of his middle finger hovers against my entrance before, with a pause, he slides it in.
My voices catches in my throat. He’s inside of me — so tight, my body grasps his digit in one crushing squeeze. He slides his middle finger into me as deeply as he can, until he quirks it in an upward motion which is enough to jerk my body uncontrollably. I groan, my head falling back into Conor’s lap.
I’ve never been penetrated like this before. It’s a strange sensation. My entire body feels as though it’s heating up from the inside out.
Beside me, Leon and Tarek have stopped kissing my breasts and are instead captivated by Seth’s actions on my body. Tarek adjusts his jeans at the crotch, his hand lingering a little longer than usual. Leon palms my soft breasts, keeping them confined in eternal pleasure.
Slowly, Seth’s thumb begins to stroke the very tip of my exposed clit. I jump in surprise at this switch in attention. The pad of his thumb is gentle, and I can feel my hips starting to rise in response to meet his teasing touch.
A small smirk plays across his face. He’s confident, I realize.
I notice I’m holding my breath.
With the two fingers of his other hand, Seth presses them against me — and then rapidly fingers my clit. My gasp sounds earth-shattering, I’m so taken by surprise. There is no gentleness here. Seth’s fingers move like lightning, blitzing across every nerve of my quivering body until I can feel my core pulsing, tightening.
The twin combination of being filled inside and out by Seth is too much.
The rest of the band stare at him in shock, their attentions seemingly diverted from my body.
“Kiss her,” Seth growls to Leon and Tarek, who instantly do as he commands. One mouth on my neck, another on my lips — it doesn’t matter whose... Hands squeeze my breasts, rough and soft — until —
My voice hitches.
Stars.
20. KAT
I JOLT BACK, ARCHING straight toward the sky. My head burrows into Conor’s lap as wave after wave of orgasm explodes across my shuddering body. He holds me tight.
Clarity fails me. My voice fails me. All I can do is blink weakly up at Seth, whose only failure appears to be an inability to suppress his self-satisfied smirk. He looks almost princely. I curl my head deeper into the comforting enclosure of Conor’s crossed legs as Seth withdraws his hands.
Leon leans over to Seth. He picks up Seth’s hand — the one covered in my juices — and, without prompting, draws Seth’s fingers into his mouth.
Something sharp shoots down my body, pooling warmly at my core.
Leon’s eyes flutter closed as he licks Seth’s fingers, and Seth submits, holding out his arm for Leon to take. They look so similar with their tousled black hair merging as they sit so close together that it’s almost like watching a distorted mirror image. Only the black mandala pattern on Leon’s forearm separates them.
This is... I don’t know. I don’t seem to have the language to be able to parse why this might be the single most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
Like me, Tarek can’t keep his eyes away.
Leon licks one last, thick stripe up Seth’s middle finger before looking at me through a heated gaze and murmuring, “I need you. Now.”
My smile is shaky — I am only too happy to oblige. My knees fall to the sides, collapsing under the weight of my orgasm. The diamond shape of my legs accommodates Leon, who swiftly moves to where Seth was sitting.
Seth had succeeded in tugging my jeans to my shins, but Leon pulls them clean off. The lick of flame from the fireplace stokes my now-naked body with generous heat; I revel in it, radiantly content.
Leon’s large hands stroke across my thighs, and it’s strange how his touch is familiar to me now. It’s as though my skin burns with his imprint — the imprint of memory, when those same fingers were holding my legs aloft or spreading my thighs wider. Out of everyone, I’ve gone furthest with Leon — he is the one who’s had his tongue inside me, after all.
I trust him, I think to myself.
And so, under shy lashes, I ask Leon, “Fuck me... please?”
His hands instantly still upon my thighs, eyes sliding toward mine instead, as though he’s misheard. He must see the sincerity in them because, after a moment, he nods gruffly and pulls the zipper on his jeans.