Page 81 of Craving Consequences
“Van...”
My fingers fist in his hair. Grip hard as he flicks between my lips. Kisses them with an open mouth, full tongue assault. He tucks a hand under my thigh and lifts, giving himself full access to me.
Air wheezes from my lungs as I fall back into the seat I’d been dangling from. I’m caught in the predatory gleam of his eyes never wavering off my face.
Over his bobbing head, Lachlan watches me. Relishes in the torture I’m in with his arms folded and his cock a thick bulge outlined beneath the rough grain of his jeans.
Our eyes lock as my hips chase his friend’s mouth lapping at my sex with greedy sweeps.
“I could lick your cunt all day.” Van draws back, running his tongue over his shiny lips. “Live off your pussy.” He straightens, towering over me with molten eyes and a heaving chest. “I want to wake up with you already on my face, serving me breakfast.”
I blush to the roots of my hair. “Van!”
His big hands close into my waist and I’m lifted easily down. “You heard me.”
Without further comment, he deliberately shoves me straight into his friend who catches me. Threads all ten fingers into my hair and yanks me in for a long, painful kiss. His tongue thrusts deep into the crevice of my mouth, claiming me. Hurting until I whimper.
Only then does he pull back just high enough to growl against my mouth, “You like hearing all the filthy and depraved things we’re going to do to you, don’t you?”
I can’t lie. How can I when I am literally dripping.
“Yes,” I pant.
His teeth sink into my bottom lip. I taste blood that he wipes with his tongue.
“Good. You’re going to love the list I’ve been keeping for the last five years.”
My head jerks back and I blink up into his ravenous gaze. “Five years?”
His mouth quirks at the corner in a smirk, but it’s all ice and fire, want and destruction. “I have wanted your pussy stretched open on my cock for a really long time, sweetheart.”
The place in question throbs. It weeps with anticipation and need. “I wish you had.”
Lachlan draws in a breath, and I can feel him withdrawing, regretting ever saying a word.
I capture his face and kiss him. I pour every ounce of my love into the melding of our mouths. I anchor him to me with my arms around his neck.
“Just tonight,” I whisper to him. “We ... we can have tonight. Please, Lachlan.”
He’s so rigid for so long that I feel the hammer of fear slamming into my ribs before he speaks.
“Just tonight.”
I nod hurriedly, expelling the air in my lungs.
He kisses the tip of my nose and smooths a wild strand of hair off my face.
“Everyone ready?” Van returns to our side, blanket tucked under his arm.
It’s passed to me so they can gather up the drinks and bags they’d left on the hood of the truck.
With trembling legs, I follow them into the trees. My body pulses with every step, a frustrating reminder of just how swollen and ready I am.
They make me take the lead. I know it’s because I’m the one with directions, but the ten minute journey takes almost thirty when they keep taking turns pushing me up against trees and putting their hands and tongues inside me only to stop abruptly until I’m so close I could cry.
By the time the trees thin and the glimmer of blue waters peek through the branches, I’m a quivering mess of nerves. My knees are useless. My thighs are slick. Van is behind me again, breath hot on my neck, hand cupped between my legs like he owns it. His fingers part my lips, tease my clit.
“Looks nice,” Lachlan states casually like his friend isn’t two fingers deep, pounding into me.
