Page 9 of Indecent Obsession
He gives me a wicked grin. “Bar it is.”
Sunlight hits my eyes. I’m deliciously sore. Every muscle in my body aches. I’m naked and definitely halfway on top of someone, but I don’t want to open my eyes to find out who. Someone’s hard cock is against my ass.
Last night passed in a blur of fucking. Talk about making up for lost time. I snuggle into the warm body beneath me, and the scent of wood and leather fills my nose. Mmm, Wyatt. I brush my lips against his chest and feel his hand slide into my hair, holding me against him.
My smile is unavoidable. I can’t wait to tell the girls about this. They know how to keep a secret.
A hand skims up my thigh and I sigh as it curves over my ass. We showered at some point. Okay, a couple points. Oh, fuck, the shower here is huge and we all crowded in.
I’ve never been surrounded by men like that before, obviously. I’m not sure how the guys really feel about sharing, but last night, there were no issues.
My hand runs down Wyatt’s chest to his cock, hard and thick and ready for more. My own body stirs with longing. Fingers slide along my clit and I gasp at the electric feeling. When they touch my pussy though, I suck in a breath at the soreness.
“Sore, princess?”
I glance over my shoulder at Drew. His hair is sleep and sex rumpled. His brown eyes are sleepy as he trails his fingers up and down the back of my thigh. He presses a kiss to my ass cheek.
“A little.” I keep my voice quiet, not wanting to wake the others if they’re still asleep.
“I’ll start you a bath.” He pushes up and slides his hand down my calf. “They stock the bathroom with all the good stuff.”
I smile. “Thank you.”
When he leaves, Finn takes his place, curling around my thigh. Dante is between me and the edge of the bed. His arm is thrown over his eyes. Wyatt’s head is near Dante’s as he’s angled on the large bed with me between everyone.
I breathe this in because it isn’t going to be my new normal. I don’t know how this will work when we go back to the guys’ apartment. Finn didn’t want to schedule sex, so does that mean I have to decide every night who comes to my bed?
Do I have to ask to have sex? Or just grab whoever is nearest to fuck?
Maybe Madison will have some advice on that part. Because I’m not sure how it’s supposed to work.
Finn kisses the inside of my thigh, making me aware of how close he is to my pussy. Even sore, it rallies at the thought of more.
Last night was just sex. A bunch of positions. All the locations. I can’t even begin to count how many orgasms I had. Almost always, two or three guys were on me at once. I lost track of hands and mouths.
Now, my skin burns where it touches the three of them. Maybe I can convince them to always sleep with me. I slide my fingers along Wyatt’s cock. It twitches toward my touch.
“Fuck, trouble,” Wyatt grumbles. His hand in my hair massages my scalp.
I bite my lip and wrap my fingers around his thickness. I grow wetter at the thought of taking him in my mouth again. Fuck, we’re never going to leave this room, and I’m pretty sure I’d be okay with staying locked away and fucking all day, every day for the rest of my life.
I turn my cheek and kiss below his pec.
“Aren’t you tired, trouble?” He cracks an eye and peers down at me.
“I’ve slept long enough, sir.”
His smile at the word sir makes me want to keep calling him that. That rush will fade probably. His attention will wane. I’m not what he wants long-term. The only one who’s talked about the future is Drew, and even that’s an unknown. We’re new and that’s always electric at first.
But right now, I’m surrounded by men and more than willing to have a few more orgasms before climbing into a bath.
I kiss down Wyatt’s abs, glancing up at him along the way. He blows out a harsh breath but otherwise remains still. He massages my scalp, making me want to curl back up on him.
When I scoot lower, Finn shifts with me, kissing my inner thigh a lot higher now. Every inch of me is aware of the skin brushing it. From my breasts on Wyatt to my arm on Dante to Finn’s chest on my leg. Yes, I’m sore from all the fucking last night, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want more.
I glance up at Wyatt’s face as I settle lower and kiss his stomach beside his cock.
His dark eyes meet mine and he tightens his hand in my hair. Something tugs deep inside me. I want him to make me do it. I smirk before kissing beside his cock again, rubbing my cheek against the smooth skin.
