Page 66

“Fuck yes,” Oscar growls. His fingers play, squeeze, and pinch as I watch Brawler. His gaze heats the more he takes in the scene in front of him. At first, I’m unsure if he’ll play along, but I’m pleasantly surprised when he leans forward to dart his tongue across my clit.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moan, my hands diving into Brawler’s hair. “Oh God.”
“That’s right,” Oscar says. “Tell Brawler how good that feels.”
I hold him to me, panting as he slides his tongue up my slit swirling around my clit. Trembles overtake my body. “Keep going,” I murmur.
Oscar kisses my neck, nipping here and there while he tortures my breasts.
“Tell our girl what she tastes like.”
“Like fucking heaven,” Brawler groans, before diving forward, humming over my clit.
“Yes, God. More.”
Brawler’s hands join the fold, tracing over my folds while his tongue plays with my clit. He pushes a finger inside me, and I gasp. The feelings are almost too much. I’m caught between wanting to hit that height of climax and wanting it to last as long as it can. It feels that good.
“Yes, Brawler,” I tell him, urging him on.
He rumbles, sending erotic sensations straight to my core.
“This is so fucking hot,” Oscar breathes. “Princess loves it. She’s dying to explode, I can tell. Aren’t you, baby?”
I let out another moan. My core tightens, and my body starts to lock up. “Yes. Yes.”
“She’s so close.”
“Fuck,” I breathe.
Brawler looks up, and the moment, our gazes connect, my orgasm hits. It tumbles over me so fast and hard, I open my mouth in an almost silent scream until I breathe out again, my pleasure coming out in a long moan spliced with expletives.
Oscar holds me to him as Brawler gives me one last chaste kiss to my pussy. I tighten up at that briefest of connection. He sits back on his heels like a man starved. “If we weren’t surrounded by people, I would take you right now.”
I feel the truth of that statement in every square inch of my skin his eyes graze. Oscar’s hands cup my breasts, smoothing over my sensitive nipples. “I didn’t realize I’d get such enjoyment out of that.”
I smile. Nothing could make me come down right now. I’m on cloud nine. I swear I’d probably run away with these two right this moment if they asked. I’m too high on endorphins. “Let’s get Princess dressed,” Oscar says. “Next time, I’m tongue man. You can be breast man.”
Brawler doesn’t answer. He feels around on the floor until he finds my panties and skims them over my ankles and knees until I lift my ass. Oscar helps them on the rest of the way as they work in tandem.
He kisses my neck. “I’m pretty sure you soaked right through my pants, too.”
I’m too high to even be embarrassed.
Brawler brings me my bra next. He holds it out, and I slip my fingers through the straps until Oscar clasps it behind my back. I straighten the mask on my head and then Brawler helps me stand. I hug him while Oscar grips my ass in the palms of his hands. “Thank you,” I whisper, so just he can hear me.
He holds out my dress, and I step into it, pulling the straps up while Oscar zips me from behind. “I’ll be jerking off to that tonight,” Oscar muses.
“Glad I’ll take a starring role in your fantasies,” Brawler quips.
Oscar doesn’t even get mad. “If you saw things from my point of view, you would too.”
“Act cool around Mag, okay?” Brawler asks. “My gut tells me we can trust him, but—”
“Act cool?” I ask, skin still buzzing. “No way, I’m telling him you ate me out while Oscar egged you on.”
Brawler turns a fiery glare toward me, but my answering smile tells him I’m just joking. I would never say anything. Obviously. Though, Magnum isn’t an idiot. He’ll know why we disappeared.
“You go out first,” Oscar says. “We’ll follow you. Don’t go too far.”