Page 41 of Sacred Vow
Despite their masks, there are so many physical differences between the men. I’ll know exactly who is who the whole way through, especially Caesar. After these past few weeks, I have learned every mark, scar, and freckle on his body, but it doesn’t make it any less fun.
Caesar strides toward me as his friend continues grinding his palm against my bare core, making my body squirm, and as Caesar comes to a stop right in front of me, I put my hand against his strong chest.
He watches me through that mask, waiting to see exactly what I want, and when I lift my other hand and gently tap against my collarbone, he steps right in.
Caesar takes my waist as his lips drop straight to my collarbone, his tongue skimming across my sensitive skin, and while they’ve barely even begun, the sweetest pleasure is already pulsing through my veins.
Caesar’s hand shifts to the back of my head, grabbing a fistful of hair before tipping my head to the side, opening my neck up for him, and he doesn’t hesitate, diving straight in as his third friend—the one with the accent—simply watches from the couch.
Hands roam across my body, delicately dancing over my breasts and pinching my nipples, as every nerve ending comes alive within me. My body is oversensitive, and the more their skilled hands work over me, the faster I respond.
My hips jolt as I grind down against the hand between my thighs, groaning when I tip my head back against the big shoulder behind me. Hell, just the smell of their mixed cologne in the air is enough to drive me wild. I can’t imagine what it’ll be like when contestant number three enters the chat.
Every brush of their fingers, swipe of their lips, or pinch of my nipples sets my body on fire, and without warning, my orgasm explodes from within me, rocking through my body as the masked man behind me is forced to lock his arms around my waist just to keep me on my feet.
“Mmm,” he groans, a deep awe in his tone. “So responsive. I’m going to have fun with you.”
Butterflies soar through the pit of my stomach, and as Caesar continues moving his lips over my body, the intensity of my orgasm keeps growing. “That’s right, hellcat,” he says. “Ride it out.”
“Oh God,” I groan as my hand trails over the back of his shoulder, my nails instantly digging in, making brand-new little half-moons on his back to match the others.
Every second of it is pure ecstasy, and when I finally start to come down from my high, the third man with the sexy Italian accent finally gets to his feet. Suddenly, the satisfaction from my orgasm is all but a ghost floating away into the abyss as nothing but sweet hunger takes over.
Something tells me that what just happened here was nothing but a warm up, and that incredible orgasm was child’s play compared to what they’re about to do to me.
I feel a touch against my hand, and I glance down to find Caesar’s hand gently wrapping around mine before pulling me into him. “Come, hellcat,” he rumbles, his other hand falling to the small of my back before leading me toward a similar loveseat. “Let us show you the real reason you’re here.”
A shy smile pulls at my lips, and I want to curse myself out about it.
Shy? I’ve never been shy a day in my life, especially when it comes to sex.
But right here with these three deliciously sexy men, I feel well and truly out of my league, and despite knowing that I’m in control, I feel like a timid little mouse, ready to give these men anything they could possibly ask for in just the slightest hope of pleasing them.
Hell, if one of them were to call me a good little girl right about now, I think I would actually die.
“Take a seat,” Caesar tells me.
I do as I’m asked, slowly dropping my ass to the soft loveseat, keeping my eyes locked on Caesar’s. The three of them stand together, staring down at me, each with a fierce hunger in their wicked stares.
“Spread those pretty thighs, bella,” the tall Italian snack rumbles, his tone making my pussy clench and turning me into a goddamn SlipNSlide. “Show me that sweet cunt.”
My tongue rolls over my bottom lip, and as I lean back against the loveseat and bring my knees up, that strange wave of shyness dissipates and is replaced with nothing but sheer desire.
All three of them stare at me in awe, and as I slowly begin to spread my thighs, I trail my finger across my body, putting on one hell of a performance.
I don’t see their faces beneath their black masks, but I sure as fuck can see the raw hunger in their eyes, and it feeds my determination.
I don’t want to just be some woman they got to spend a wild night playing with; I want to be the woman who they can’t stop thinking about for the rest of their lives, that one woman they compare all others to.
I’m spread wide for them when Caesar steps closer, his fingers dropping to my knee and slowly trailing down my calf and finally to my foot, where his gentle fingers wrap around.
He lifts my foot, stretching it right up to his shoulder, and I thank my lucky stars that I regularly take yoga, because if not, I’d look like a baby giraffe trying to ice skate.
He gently bites the pad of my foot before pressing a kiss to my skin, his fingers dancing back down my calf and to my inner thigh.
I lean back against the loveseat and brace myself on my elbows, wanting to see as much of the show as possible.
The spicy Italian man walks around to my side, dragging his fingers over my skin, leaving a wake of goosebumps in their place.
Driving them up over my stomach and through the center of my breasts before coming to a stop at my lips.
He grips my jaw as his thumb brushes across my bottom lip, and I become captivated by his dark stare as he uses his other hand to free his cock.
My breath catches in my throat, even more so when the third masked man drops to his knees between my thighs, pulling his mask up just enough to expose his mouth.
Caesar releases his hold on my foot, lowering it over the third guy’s shoulder, and just as the Italian Heartthrob takes his huge, veiny cock in his hand and moves in closer, the man between my thighs closes his mouth over me, his tongue instantly flicking over my sensitive clit.
My hips jolt, and I suck in a breath, his skilled mouth already sending me into a world of raw bliss. “Yes,” I groan, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as he adds his tongue to the mix, pressing it over my clit and rolling it in slow, torturous circles.
The Italian man pulls down on my jaw, opening my mouth just a fraction. “Open wide for me, bella. We’re going to take our time. Nice and slow.”
Dear God, that deep, seductive voice!
He steps in, closing the gap between us, and I open wide as he trails the tip of his cock along my bottom lip.
Magic Mike between my legs continues to drive me wild with the sweetest pleasure, his hand reaching up and roaming over the rest of my body, teasing me with his touch and tormenting me every time those skilled fingers find my pebbled nipples.
Reaching up, I close my hand over his on his cock, taking control, and as he feeds himself into my mouth, a wild thrill pulses through me. I arch my back off the loveseat, the overwhelming pleasure already setting my body on fire.
As I start really working him, nice and slow just as he requested, he lets out a low breath, and when his gaze flicks up to Caesar’s in astonishment, all Caesar can do is laugh.
“What did I tell you?” he questions, watching as I work my way up and down his friend’s cock, clutching his base in my firm grip and showing him just how good it can be. “She’s a fucking goddess.”
My gaze darts across to Caesar, and I adjust myself on the loveseat, reaching for him, but he shakes his head, his eyes blazing with hunger as they sweep across my body, watching the way Magic Mike below rolls his tongue over my clit before sailing straight back up to the way I work this Italian stallion. “Let me watch you, hellcat.”
Well shit. If it’s a show he wants, then it’s a show he’ll get.
My leg pulls tighter around Magic Mike, and as if reading my body language, he picks up his pace, his tongue working me better than the vibrator in my bottom drawer. When he plunges two thick fingers deep inside of me, he curls them the same way Caesar does.
I gasp against the Italian’s thick cock as hands continue roaming over my skin to the point I lose track of who belongs to what.
Magic Mike’s fingers split inside of me, and a cry sails out of my lips, my hips violently jerking as everything clenches. He does it again, and my eyes roll, momentarily losing track of my rhythm on the Italian’s cock.
“Oooh,” the sexy Italian Heartthrob rumbles. “She likes that.”
Damn straight I do.
Caesar moves in closer, finally deciding that watching won’t be enough, and he drops to his knees on my other side, his hands instantly skimming across my body before tipping his head and closing his lips over my needy nipples.
His tongue flicks, and it’s like an electric shot straight through to my core.
I reach for him, gripping the front of his pants, and he takes over for me, releasing that thick, glorious cock. I take it immediately, and while there’s not a lot I can do right now apart from roaming my fist up and down, I’ll be sure to make up for it later.
Mike’s tongue flicks over my clit again, and it’s all I can take before that familiar build deep inside my core takes me by surprise, detonating and sending me spiraling into a world of crippling desire.
My hips grind as my thighs squeeze around him, and hot pulses of pleasure rock through my veins.
It hits me like a tsunami, building and building, becoming more intense by the second until it crashes over me, wiping out everything in its path. It’s too much, but I don’t dare hold back, needing every bit of their pleasure.