Page 70 of Craving Consequences
I try to shake my head but his grip only tightens.
Lachlan slides his hand higher under my skirt, knuckles brushing the slick, soaked center of my panties.
“You did this,” Lachlan growls, lips at the arch of my exposed throat. “You opened my cage, and I don’t know how to go back in.”
I shudder at his words. At the confliction in his voice. At the open-mouthed kisses trailing down my collarbone. His fingers hook inward and slip between my lips. Slide over the hard knot of my clit.
“Lachlan!”
Van loosens his possessive grip to slide down, following Lachlan’s wandering lips. His fingers hook into the collar and drags it down, stretching the band containing my breasts.
Lachlan is on me before I’m even fully bare. My nipple is in his mouth, sucking and nipping in time to the roll of his fingers between my thighs.
“Please,” I whine.
“Fuck, you beg so sweetly,” Van groans into my ear. His fingers bunch into my skirt and hikes it higher around my hips. “I want you on your knees, begging to suck my cock while Lach fucks you from behind.”
Without a thought in my head, except that I never want them to stop, I reach around and cup him. It’s a bold, surprising move that startles even me, but Van groans low and throaty and nothing short of death is getting me to release my hold on the hot, girthy bulge now cradled in my palm.
“Want him,” I pant, squeezing and rubbing from base to tip through the denim.
Van snickers low. “Then take him.”
I shake my head. “In me.”
“Spread,” he hisses into my jawline. “Let me in.”
My legs part obediently, and I’m rewarded with the plunge of two fingers from behind. Lachlan’s fingers never cease their circling. Their unhurried flicks while his friend pumps into me with hard, steady thrusts.
“You’re perfect like this,” Lachlan lifts his head off my breast to nip at my chin with his teeth. “Between us, open and helpless. A pretty toy for us to use.”
I whimper because he’s right. I feel perfect. Owned and protected. My muscles ache from holding myself up, but I know they won’t let me fall. I could jump off a ledge and they will be at the bottom to catch me. It’s a certainty that gives me the confidence to submit without fear. To fall without hesitation.
Van’s fingers curl inside me just right, stroking something so deep I forget my name.
“Again!” I wheeze, thighs trembling.
“Here?” he taunts, hooking his knuckles and catching that same spot...
“Yes!” My fingers close into his forearm. Not to stop him. But to hold him there.
“God, you’re tight,’ he growls, curling his fingers again and dragging them down my walls. “Can’t wait to get my cock in here, see how deep I can go before I split you open.”
I moan, head falling back against his shoulder. Hips writhing to meet every conflicting assault from both — Lachlan’s deliberate strokes. Van’s punishing thrusts.
“I want it,” I gasp, eyes twisting shut as the pressure builds up my belly. “I want you both ... so close...”
I barely understand the words coming off my tongue. I know nothing, except that I am inches from the cliff. The fireworks cracking behind my eyelids.
Van’s phone bursts to life between us like a bomb. I flinch at the interruption. Lachlan’s arms tighten, hold me in place as Van curses and drags the device free with the hand he’s not using to send me to heaven.
He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t slow down. He stays inside me while putting the phone to his ear.
“Hey?”
My guess is Lauren just like I’m guessing Bron had called Lachlan earlier. It’s in their voices. Plus, I haven’t called or texted either of them since yesterday morning. Bron may not notice, but Lauren has.
They don’t let it distract me. I am given no chance to even consider what’s happening when Lachlan pulls me flush against him.
