He had no control whatsoever.
And I’d never seen anyone look so free.
I should have felt like an intruder. I should have felt like they were using me to get off. I should have been horrified by my own behavior.
But I wasn’t.
The only thing I was regretting in that moment was that I wasn’t on my knees in front of Sage. That it wasn’t really his fingers buried deep inside my body as we both knelt in front of Cash.
As we took the pleasure he was giving us permission to feel.
“Just feel, sweetheart,” I heard Cash say softly and I forced my eyes open, not sure when I’d closed them. And it was as I’d suspected.
The words had been for me.
I held his gaze as I began pumping my fingers in and out of myself. I let go of everything else but the two men who were watching me like nothing else existed in their world.
God, how I wanted that.
I cried out as the orgasm unexpectedly slammed into me with all the finesse of a freight train. I couldn’t stop trying to jam my fingers deeper into my body as my inner muscles spasmed around the digits. Fire raced along all my nerve endings and I closed my eyes as the sensation consumed my entire being. I was racked with uncontrollable jolts of pleasure that threatened to send me to my knees.
I was dimly aware of a hoarse shout. I managed to open my eyes in time to see Sage’s face twist into a mask of blissful agony as ropes of semen began shooting from his dick. It hit Cash’s arm, Sage’s chest, and even his chin before it slowed and began seeping from the head and down over Cash’s hand. Sage fell so that he was on all fours as Cash continued to gently pump his dick. His fingers were still buried between the globes of Sage’s ass.
My own climax began to slow enough that rational thought began to return.
And along with it, horror.
Absolute and utter horror.
Because I had no doubt the picture I must have made.
One hand still gripping my breast through my shirt, other hand buried in my underwear, in me…
“Oh God,” I whispered as I pulled my fingers free of my body.
“Daisy,” Sage began, but I shook my head.
What did I do?
My eyes shifted to Cash and I hated the curl of disappointment I felt when I saw him frown.
What the ever-loving fuck? Why was I upset at the prospect of disappointing him?
The unexpected emotion served only to anger me more.
Cash carefully pulled his fingers free of Sage’s body and released his dick. Sage let out a little grunt, then he was climbing to his feet. He ignored the sticky white fluid that clung to his body and yanked his pants up.
“God, Daisy—” he began, but that was as far as he got because there was a sharp rap on the door.
All three of us froze and stared at the door. It would have been comical if it hadn’t been so eye-opening.
How long had the outside world even disappeared for as we’d taken our pleasure in one another?
“Um, it’s the manager,” a voice on the other side called. “I got a message that the young lady in the room next door needs her door unlocked.”
None of us moved for several long seconds. Both Sage and Cash were watching me, Sage with complete and utter confusion and Cash with that damn disappointment.
“This didn’t happen,” I muttered, more to myself than them. I bent down and snatched the towel off the floor. I wiped my fingers – the ones that had just moments ago brought me an epic climax that only existed between the pages of the raunchiest of romance novels – and wrapped it around my waist. I shoved past Sage and hurried out the door.
“Yes, that’s me,” I said as I practically ripped the thing open. The manager’s mouth opened into a wide O at the sight of me, but I ignored him and hurried from the room, hoping like hell he’d follow.
He did.
But he wasn’t the only one.
“Daisy, wait,” Sage said.
The manager was caught between us as Sage rushed shirtless from his room and stopped by my door.
“Open it, please,” I implored the manager. He quickly did my bidding, then stepped back. I went to grab the knob, but Sage stopped me.
“Daisy, we need to talk about this.”
“No, we don’t,” I bit out, then tore my hand free of his.
Because those damn sparks were still there.
“Miss, everything okay?” the manager asked.
“It’s fine,” Sage bit out, his desperation turning to anger. The manager took several steps back.
“I’m fine,” I told the older man. “You can go.”
The last thing I needed was Sage to scare the guy enough that he’d call the cops or something.
The manager hesitated, then left.