Page 48 of Petals of Blue, Part One (Wilted Duet #1)
Forty-Three
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It's fucking hot in here. Not the kind of heat that makes you sweat but the kind that makes your core boil. My tummy flutters with bubbles from the molten lava between my legs.
The tension in the room ramped higher and higher with each man who surrounded me on the living room sectional.
When Roman asked me to relax and we'd watch a movie soon, a teeny red flag went off in my head that this might not be a good idea.
But damn it felt nice to be taken care of for once in my fucking life.
The red flag that started waving around in my mind an hour ago has gotten much larger, brighter and far more frantic the wetter my pussy gets. This is not a good idea.
This being whatever my body is craving.
If I'm being completely honest, I don't know what Jared put on the TV. We're already forty-five minutes in and I haven't focused on the screen long enough to figure it out.
I don't care either. All I care about is Felix's motherfucking hand moving beneath the blanket spread across his and Declan's lap. I hear nothing but the hitches in Declan's breathing.
The movie is nothing compared to the slow build of whatever those two are doing. Oh, I forgot to mention—Jared's torturing me. Maybe I should have protested when he sat so close to me, but there were a few inches then. Now, not so much. Literally none.
My body had a mind of its own when I pulled my knees up and rested them on Jared's thigh. Total mistake. He's warm and solid. His hand rests on my leg, fingers tickling the skin between the hole in my jeans.
I'm wet and pliable.
The wine loosened me up enough to put myself in this position, and the slight buzziness in my head keeps me from really paying attention to the red flag. Caution, do NOT enter.
I won't, but they—
Shifting, my nose catches a yummy whiff of Jared's sweatshirt and a little sigh exhales from my mouth. Mortification swamps me, and I duck into his arm a little. Roman's heavy gaze still lingers on me. I don't think he's seen more than a few minutes of the movie either.
I'm pleading with the universe to give me the boost I need to jump off this couch and leave, but it doesn't happen. I'm comfortable and incredibly fucking intrigued by the new sounds coming from the other corner of the sectional.
Unable to help myself, I glance over at the happy couple. My breath stutters out in response to Felix staring at me as his hand moves in a way that makes it so painfully obvious what he's doing to Declan.
Up and down the blanket shifts, and with my attention now completely on the movement, Felix speeds up and grins at me. Asshole.
Declan's volume rises until a deep groan slips out as his hips buck. Awareness slams into me, and I quickly check to see how Roman feels about his brother getting a handjob right fucking there.
Except, instead of finding disgust on Rome's face, he's nodding at Jared beside me. Roman relaxes back into his chair and spreads his legs to make space for—holy shit—his huge boner.
What the hell is happening?
"What's happening, Bee," Jared rumbles in my ear.
Shoot, I said that out loud. "Is Felix is getting Declan off because you wound my friend up way too much today.
He was all anxious about making you happy, then you waltzed in here looking sexy as fuck, ate our food we made for you, snuggled on our couch, and relaxed. "
What does that have to do with Roman currently taking his monster cock out of his pants?! "I'm not sure—"
Jared pulls my leg higher on his leg. "You riled Declan up.
Roman's barely hanging on by a thread. Come on, haven't you noticed how antsy Dec has been since we sat down?
Roman hasn't been able to stop staring at your gorgeous face.
And I'm fighting not to dive my hands into your cute fucking jeans and rub your little clit until you come alongside my friends. "
"I—" Shit, my heart is pounding, and I'm stunned by the sheer filth coming out of Jared's mouth. Plus, Declan and Roman look ready to come any second now.
Warm lips press against my temple, and I relax, not having noticed I tensed up. "I won't do more than watch you watch them if you don't want me to. Or I can drive you home right now. Or," Jared nips my earlobe, "I can make you feel so good, Bee."
Caution! Caution! Do NOT enter!
I'm ready to pull away because this is a really bad idea, but as I shift to do that, the seam of my jeans rubs against my clit. I gasp and cling to Jared, sensitivity and need forcing me to seek more.
"Okay," I breathe out, closing my eyes because I can't believe I'm about to do this.
Jared's hand disappears from my leg, and I figure he'll unbutton my jeans like he wants. Instead, he grabs my jaw and forces my head back. "You'll watch my friends while I touch you. Right, Bee?"
His eyes are so damn dark, and the dominance pouring off of him steals the agreement from my lips. "Yes. I–I'll watch."
He nods curtly. "Good. Now..." His tone softens as does his touch that trails from my face between my breasts and to my waistband. "Let me take care of you."
I feel my lips part at the same time my button unclasps. Heat trails from my belly and pools in my pulsing clit. Jared smiles, then presses the pads of his fingers and begins to rub the ache away.
My gasp is drowned out by Declan cursing. I snap my attention to the hot as fuck duo and my mouth goes absolutely dry. Dec clutches the armrest with one hand, and the other is beneath the blanket but seems to be extended onto Felix's lap.
Jesus. "Oh!" I squeak when Jared's finger reaches lower and swipes through my folds.
"Fuck, Bee. You're so wet. I wonder what you taste like."
"Jared," I groan and kick the blanket off of us, the heat actually making me sweat now. It's so hot, so sexy. I want more.
Caution. I arch, seeking everything Jared can do in the tight confines of my jeans.
Roman grunts, the sound feeling primal as my clit tingles for his deep voice. Watching him work his cock is like absolute magic.
"I'm-I'm close," I moan and fight not to squeeze my eyes shut as Jared focuses his attention on the spot I need him most.
"Fuck, Felix!" Declan bellows, throwing his own blanket off. He roars as his release explodes from his dick, coating his T-shirt in cum.
The sight of his pleasure and Felix's hot kiss on Declan's throat is so erotic my toes curl and my body stiffens. Then Roman grunts out my name, drawing my attention to his cock releasing ropes of cum.
I'm done for. "Oh shit. SHOOT!" The tension in my core becomes unbearable until it feels like it explodes in waves and waves of mind-numbing bliss. Jared works out each jolt of pleasure that rips through my body like a pro all the while he murmurs encouragement.
More kisses tingle my temple as Jared buttons my jeans. It feels nice and cozy, like I could sink into this feeling every day of my life. My eyes are closed as my body sinks. But I crash land right on a fidgeting red flag that's wondering if it's needed anymore.
I blew right past my own boundaries, and all I've found is a comfortability that scares me.
As much as I want to stay curled up with them, I need space.
"Can-Can you take me home now?" I ask Jared without opening my eyes.
I feel the post-orgasmic coziness evaporate with my words.
Uncomfortable with the guilt turning in my tummy, I look at them and say, "I'm not used to this.
I just want some space...I'm not running, I promise. "
"Space means thinking," Felix replies with a slight accusatory tone. I see beyond it, though. He's scared.
I smile softly in understanding. "I'm not running, I promise. Plus." I flutter my lashes at Jared. "I'm sleepy now."
Jared smirks with a mix of amusement and happiness. Lust still lingers in his gaze, but I ignore it. "I bet you're tired."
Heat rises to my cheeks, bringing me full circle. "Please drive me home?" I ask sweetly.
Without warning, Jared presses a gentle kiss to my lips and warms my heart with his next words. "As you wish, Bee."
Their hugs and soft kisses goodbye linger like a warm blanket all the way home just as Jared's hand on my thigh does.
Of course, like the gentleman he's showing himself to be, Jared walks me up and into my apartment.
He reminds me to lock the door behind him but not before he sears my tongue with a lasting makeout session that has me wishing I was ready for him to stay the night.
Not yet, but not never.