Page 64 of Sharing Silence

No speaking, no footsteps.

I widen my legs further, a silent plea for someone to touch me.

And then there’s a tongue between my legs.

“Oh my God.” I drop my head back as whoever it is licks and nibbles my clit. He grips my inner thighs and opens my legs wider, my hips aching from the stretch, but the pleasure swallows the pain. He buries his face in my pussy, and the pulsing of his tongue along with the dildo is almost too much to handle.

It strikes me that this isn’t Zayden’s mouth.

It’s Yale or Xavier.

Eating me out.

Devouring me.

A sharp cry leaves me at the thought, and I try to grind against his face, gripping the arms of the chair until the wood bites into my palms.

“More, more—” My scream is caught and lost as he flicks his tongue in perfect rhythm. “Yes. Just—fuck, just like that.”

Pleasure builds, tightens, throbs. My head spins, and I lose all sense of my surroundings, until whoever it is lifts my thighs and drapes my legs over his shoulders. My ass lifts off the seat, allowing me to grind against the dildo as well as his face.

The combination throws me over the edge.

“Fuck—Yale!” I finally let go of the arms of the chair to grip his hair, keeping him in place as I ride out my orgasm against his mouth. He presses his face between my legs, still thrumming his tongue exactly where I need it, endless waves of pleasure rendering me speechless.

I drop my head back, my legs go limp, and I pant in deep, heavy breaths. Sweat slides between my breasts, and Yale runs his tongue over my skin, gathering it. I whimper as he sucks on my nipples, then finally kisses me.

My returning kiss is frantic, desperate for more.

“Good guess, love,” Yale whispers against my lips.

I swallow to dampen my throat. “You have a beard, remember?”

Xavier cackles. “Shit, why didn’t we think of that?”

Zayden mumbles something, and footsteps sound. A few seconds pass, and the blindfold is removed. My husband is in front of me; his brothers are gone.

“Timer is up. Are you okay? Was that too far?”

I shake my head, wiggling my toes to see if I can feel them again after clenching them so hard. “No, I’m fine. Are you?”

“I’m more than fine. You looked fucking perfect.” He kisses me, nibbling my bottom lip as I catch my breath. “Do you want to go further? We can draw the line here if you prefer.”

“I want to keep going. Do you?”

“Fuck yes.”

I squeal as he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. “This is becoming a theme!”

He spanks my bare ass, and I laugh as he carries me up the stairs.

When we reach the bedroom, he tosses me onto the bed, and I bounce. Xavier and Yale are already waiting, both still dressed, and my pulse thunders in my ears as they watch me like they might eat me alive.

“I’m gonna take a shower. No fucking until I’m back.” Zayden pulls off his tie and goes to the en suite, the door clicking closed behind him.

My gaze shifts to his brothers, and my toes clench as Xavier approaches the bed. He reaches over his head for the collar of his T-shirt and pulls it off, throwing it aside. I’ve seen his naked torso before, but there’s something about tonight that feels new. He’s covered in ink, carefully drawn waves made up of lines, dashes and dots, slowly gathering until they make a solid block leading to his collarbone, then breaking apart again down his biceps and morphing into bullets, flowers, and stars that end at his knuckles. His abs quiver as he unbuttons his jeans, but he doesn’t push them down.

“You haven’t kissed me yet, Q.” He grips my ankle and pulls me down the bed and toward him, until my legs are hanging off the edge. He tilts my chin up. “But I could put your mouth to better use.”