Page 102 of The Naughty or Nice Deal

“Come here,” he says, gesturing for me to straddle him. “I want you to sit on my face.”

A self-conscious flush creeps up my cheeks. “Um, I don’t know if that’s⁠—”

“Trust me.” He nods to Gabriel, who lifts me easily. “I’ve been fantasizing about this for weeks. About having your thighs on either side of my head, about making you fall apart with just my tongue.”

Gabriel sets me down as Hayden guides me into place where he wants me, his strong hands gripping my hips and settling me over him with sure movements.

I’m still hesitant, worried about my weight and whether this is actually going to kill him. But he doesn’t give me time to spiral into insecurity. His hands pull me down insistently until I’m fully straddling his face, and the first stroke of his tongue against my pussy makes me hiss out a breath, my hands fisting the tablecloth.

“Don’t hover, baby,” he murmurs. “Sit. Give me everything. I want to feel all of you. To taste as much of you as I possibly can.”

I settle more fully onto him with a shaky exhale, and he groans in satisfaction before diving in with renewed enthusiasm. His tongue works magic between my legs, licking and sucking and exploring with a kind of focus that makes my head spin. I whimper as I rock against his mouth, turned on by how much he’s clearly enjoying himself.

“That’s it,” Ford’s voice cuts through my haze, and I realize he’s moved his chair for a better view of the show. “Look how beautiful she is like that. Look how much she needs it.”

Gabriel appears beside me, something silky dangling from his fingers. It’s a ribbon from one of the elaborate Christmas decorations adorning a nearby table, I realize through my arousal-fogged brain.

“Give me your wrists,” he says softly. I hesitate for a split second, and he cups my face with his free hand, his thumb brushing my cheekbone. “We’ll untie you anytime you want us to. Just say you want it to stop, and everything stops immediately. Got it?”

I nod. He smiles at that, then tips my chin up a little, dropping his head to meet my gaze.

“Do you trust us?”

“Yes,” I whisper without hesitation, extending my arms with my wrists pressed together. “I trust you. All of you.”

His smile widens, and he kisses me once before drawing back to bind my wrists with the silk ribbon, the material smooth against my skin. He’s gentle but thorough, making sure it’s secure enough that I can’t break free easily. The vulnerability of being restrained while Hayden devours me like a man starved sends another massive wave of arousal crashing through my system.

“So beautiful,” Gabriel murmurs, stepping back to admire his handiwork with obvious satisfaction. “Our perfect girl.”

He moves to the dessert plates still sitting on our table, scooping up some of the rich chocolate mousse with one long finger. My breath catches as he approaches me, the dark chocolate gleaming in the low light.

“Hold still,” he commands, then deliberately smears the cool dessert across my left breast.

The feeling of the chilled chocolate on my skin makes me shiver, and then Gabriel’s hot mouth is on me, licking it off with long, slow strokes of his tongue that make me arch into him. Ford must get the same idea, because suddenly there are two mouths on me—Gabriel working on one breast while Ford tends to the other, both of them using the chocolate mousse as an excuse to worship my body with their tongues and teeth.

The combination of Hayden’s relentless attention between my legs and Gabriel’s and Ford’s mouths on my breasts has me rushing toward an orgasm with embarrassing speed. My breathing is growing fast and choppy, and I can barely form coherent thoughts.

“Please,” I babble, my bound hands trying futilely to grab something, anything to hold on to as an anchor. “Please, I need—I can’t⁠—”

“What do you need?” Ford asks, pulling back to look at me. “Tell us exactly what you want, sweetheart.”

“I want to come,” I gasp, my hips grinding shamelessly against Hayden’s mouth. “Please let me come. I’m so close.”

“Not yet.” Gabriel shakes his head with a sinful grin that promises all kinds of delicious torture. “Beg prettier for us.”

“Please,” I whimper, beyond caring how desperate I sound. “Please, I’ll do anything you want. Just let me⁠—”

Hayden chooses that exact moment to suck my clit between his lips with perfect pressure, and I shatter with a scream that echoes through the empty restaurant. My body convulses as waves of pleasure wash through me, and I distantly hear all three men praising me as I fall apart.

But they don’t give me even a second to recover. As soon as the first orgasm begins to subside, Hayden’s tongue is working again, slower this time but just as thorough. He pulls me down harder against his mouth when I try to squirm away from the overstimulation, his broad hands digging possessively into my hips.

“One more,” he growls. “Give us one more, baby. I know you can.”

I don’t think I can possibly come again so soon, but they coax another climax from my trembling body anyway—this one gentler but somehow no less overwhelming. When it finally ebbs, I’m shaking like a leaf and gasping for air.

Gabriel lifts me off of Hayden and sets me on my feet as his friend stands up. My legs are almost too unsteady to support my weight, my hands still bound, and they position me between them with such care that my heart beats harder, tripping against my ribs.

“Ford said he wanted to watch us both fuck you,” Gabriel rasps. “What if we do it at the same time? One of us in that pretty mouth of yours, the other buried deep in your pussy?”