Page 27 of Crushing Clover

He pulled his fingers from my pussy, and I wasn’t happy about it until he tugged down my panties, and I was made graphically aware of the delicious hardness of his erection.

I froze in place, wanting it, but knowing better than to take charge.

If this was going to happen, I wasn’t taking responsibility for it. This would be his decision, not mine.

When he pushed into me, it was so very slowly I thought he would change his mind and pull out again, but he didn’t stop until he was lodged deep inside me. He held still, his big cock throbbing, my heart doing the same.

He made a rumbling, satisfied sound—as if he was exactly where he was supposed to be—and it made me whimper with need.

“Such an impatient little thing,” he whispered. “You need to wait.”

Fuck—this man had been making me wait for weeks! It was hard to convince my body to be patient. What if he changed his mind, pulled out, and walked away to find Lucky?

Without warning, he stretched the hand covering my ass and ran his thumb over my back hole, making me gasp and shift, trying to get him away from there.

He was gentle, but the pad of his thumb gave me no peace as we stayed there, locked together as deep as I could take him, his thumb tracing circles over the most sensitive, private part of me.

I wasn’t a prude, but I hadn’t been touched there much.

I whimpered and flinched at the contact, and my embarrassment grew, but I didn’t dare try to crawl away.

“Fuuuck. You’re squeezing me so fucking tight.” He chuckled darkly. “What if I pulled out and made you finish your chores?”

As soon as he said it, I was sure that was what he was going to do. I stilled beneath him but couldn’t help the way my body shivered and twitched.

“You’re not used to having your asshole played with. Adorable. I love the way it’s making your pussy massage my cock.”

It didn’t feel adorable. My brain felt like it was melting.

He stirred his hips, and my lips parted at the sensation. If only I could be blasé about it, but my brain knew he was the one who controlled my orgasms, and he had enough dick to make it hurt just right.

“Why is this pussy so good every goddamned time?” he muttered to himself.

He withdrew slowly, and pushed back in at the same speed, then pushed so deep I winced.

The low growl in his throat sounded so satisfied that I shivered.

“Greedy little cunt. You didn’t even realize it was me fucking you, did you?

I had the other two accusing each other. I hate how much you make me want this.”

Those times in the middle of the night? Those were Saint?

The hard hand on my mouth, the hard dick in my pussy—those were him?

It didn’t seem possible that this wasn’t our first time, but as he picked up the pace, my body remembered him—the feel of him, his scent, the way he moved.

I wanted to ask him why he’d kept it a secret, but it had to have been his pride.

He probably hadn’t wanted to admit to himself that he was using the gift Warren had given him.

He hadn’t been able to resist. It was a weirdly powerful feeling.

I arched back to meet him, hating myself for wanting him, too.

He grazed his hand over my hip, then trailed down to my pussy, where his index finger found my clit with an accuracy I might have expected from him, if I’d ever thought he’d care to give me pleasure.

Did he realize what he was doing? Did he mean to make this good for me, or was his brain switched off?

His fingers were callused from work, and their roughness was so intense I needed to grit my teeth to stop myself from moaning.

My body was greedy for the orgasm his fingers promised.

I was all too aware of how close I was to finishing, as though it were a race I could win if I kept my focus.

If I didn’t finish fast enough, the opportunity would be gone again.

Eager, focused, I chased my orgasm. He trembled over me, curled around my body, his control starting to slip.

His finger vibrated on my clit in exactly the right spot, and I shut my eyes tight, afraid he would finish first. The moment hung, heavy and low in my belly, quivering like a harp string.

My orgasm grew, building to a harsh, bitter tension—too tight and aggressive, torture with sweet euphoric undertones.

I moaned even as I tried not to, but the embarrassment of losing control with a man I detested was swallowed up by the pleasure my body wrung from me.

His fingers gave me no mercy and launched me recklessly over the edge.

My cry of desperate ecstasy rang in my ears as my pussy rippled and clenched around his hard length.

“Fuck, baby,” he said, his voice husky. “That’s right. Just like that.”

His pace quickened, and my arms couldn’t hold me up.

My upper half collapsed to the floor, and he followed me down, crushing me beneath him as he pummeled into me from behind, his finger on my clit merciless.

I struggled beneath him, fighting the orgasm as it kept going and going, turning my body boneless.

My legs gave way next, but he didn’t stop, grinding me into the unforgiving stone floor.

“That’s right, my sweet little bitch. I know you have another one for me.”

I meant to protest, but I only choked as the next wave of pleasure hammered into me.

“Fuuuck, I can feel you milking me.” He swore, the sound ragged and out of control. “I can’t fucking stop.”

Pleasure shivered through me at the sound of his rough groan. Men were always so stingy with their noises, and yet they were the most erotic fucking thing.

Deep inside me, his cock bucked, and I tipped back my hips to meet his final thrust, wanting all of it as deep as I could take him.

His head drooped against the back of my neck, his breath hot and panting.

Finally, he collapsed on my back, not seeming to care that we were an awkward sprawl of limbs.

We lay there, smashed together on the floor, trying to catch our breath—which was more difficult for me, since he wasn’t trying to keep his weight off me.

“Whoooa,” Lucky crowed. “That was fucking hot.”

“Didn’t mean to interrupt,” Rush drawled.

I tried to turn my head but couldn’t see him from where I was trapped under Saint’s big, hard body.

“I think they stopped because they were finished,” Lucky pointed out helpfully.

“Go figure—I steal Lucky for a quick blowjob, and we miss your first time together.”

“That wasn’t their first time together,” Lucky said.

“You don’t think so?”

“If it was me fucking her in the middle of the night, I would have confessed by now.”

“More like bragged,” Saint said with much less of his usual snideness.

He pulled out suddenly, making me swear in surprise and objection.

“Dude! Pulling out that fast is rude as fuck,” Lucky chided.

“And you could have gotten the poor girl a more comfortable pillow than your boots. Her face is full of sand.”

I expected Saint to gloat over the mess he’d made of me, but he only got up and zipped his jeans before grabbing the boots from under my head. I barely avoided bouncing my head off the stone floor.

“If the bootlicker wanted romance, she came to the wrong fucking address.” He stalked away, and I heard the bathroom door close behind him down the hall.

Rush sighed. “How did I end up responsible for all the aftercare in this fucking house?”

“I don’t need anything,” I mumbled, struggling to my feet.

“Yeah? You want to be a tough girl?”

“I am a tough girl,” I groused.

He caught my arm before I could take another step. I was embarrassed and felt dirty. I probably had dirt smeared on my chin and lips if anyone thought to look.

“I’d give you shit for mouthing off, but I think you’re at the end of your rope right now.”

Before I could pull free, he dragged me to one of the living room’s armchairs and pulled me into his lap.

“I need to clean myself up,” I protested, trying to get up. I could feel a humiliating amount of cum streaming from me.

“I put you on my lap, and that’s where you’re going to stay, understand me?” He caught my chin and looked so deeply into my eyes it hurt. I tried to shrink away from his gaze, but he wouldn’t allow it.

“Are you okay?”

“Of course I’m okay!” I snapped, but as soon as I said it, I felt my bottom lip quiver. I bit my lips together, but I didn’t have control over myself.

“He was rough with you. You need a few minutes on a lap,” Rush insisted, not letting me go when I struggled.

“You don’t need to do this for me because I’m female.”

“I’m not doing this for you because you’re female, you stubborn little shit. Everyone needs affection, and after the rough stuff you’ll need it even more.”

“He wasn’t even that rough.”

He ran his thumb along my bottom lip, brushing at the dirt there. “Sometimes the mental stuff can be rougher.”

I grumbled something, but he didn’t let me go.

Lucky folded himself to sit at our feet, and he leaned against my leg like an affectionate dog. “Believe it or not, he does this for me, too. It’s good for all of us.”

“Except Saint?”

Rush sighed. “Saint has more shit to deal with than the rest of us, so Lucky and I understand. We don’t force him to do what he isn’t capable of.”

“What’s he not capable of? Treating other people like they’re human?”

Loyally, neither of them gave me more information, even though part of me wanted to demand to know why he was the way he was. Considering what I knew of Warren, maybe I shouldn’t have wondered too much.

“Did he hurt you anywhere that I should check?” Rush asked.

I shook my head and slumped against him, taking the comfort I didn’t want since it seemed like I wasn’t getting out of it either way.

“Lucky, can you check her for me?”

“Yes, sir.” Lucky pried apart my thighs and was between them so fast I didn’t have time to do more than gasp. “Her pussy is red, but he didn’t make her bleed. He didn’t use her ass.”

“Good.” Their concern was touching, until Rush added, “It would suck if she was out of commission for a few days.”

Both of them chuckled.

Jerks.

“She’s leaking on your jeans, though.”

I shut my eyes in humiliation, but Rush only laughed. “Get that for me?”

I expected Lucky to fetch a cloth or something, but he pressed his face between my thighs, his smooth-shaven cheeks soft against the skin there.

“Lucky!” Was all I managed to say before he licked me clean. My face burned even hotter than it had when they’d walked in on us. I meant to complain, but his tongue set off delicious shivers through my body.

He settled in, dipping his tongue between my pussy lips, trying to get at the cum as it leaked from me. Rush ran his fingers along the rigid top of Lucky’s mohawk, ruffling it with his fingers.

“Such a good boy.”

Lucky sighed in response, and I couldn’t help but widen my thighs to give him better access.

Another orgasm started to build. I was too sensitive and wanted to push him away, but I also didn’t want to stop him. Who knew when Saint would start denying them to me again?

“If you come from this, neither of us will tell on you,” Rush whispered against my hair. “You deserve another one.”

Shamelessly, I tilted my hips to get Lucky’s tongue exactly where I wanted it.

No one had ever said I was stupid.