“Of course,” she whispered, trying to touch him.
He caught her fingers between his lips and sucked them. “You’re so sweet, Brianna.”
“Can my safe word be ‘fuck’?”
“So much for sweet,” Jax said, laughing. “And no. It can’t be ‘fuck’ because we’ll love it when you talk dirty to us.”
“How about ‘vinegar’?”
They swapped glances with one another and they all wrinkled their noses.
“I wish I could see the looks on your faces. That’s the exact look you’ll probably have if I ever use my safe word.” She laughed and her laughter and smile were positively addictive.
“Vinegar it is,” Jax said, releasing her bandana because he couldn’t stand another moment without looking into her eyes.
“I like seeing you,” she whispered, puckering her full lips.
“I like kissing you.” He cupped the back of her head and indulged again, growing harder as she sucked the tip of his tongue and tried to tease him back to her when he pulled away.
Flint untied her arms then and she immediately raked her fingers through Jax’s hair, pulling at the strands gently at first. Then, all at once, she gasped and grabbed hold, pulling the daylights out of Jax’s strands and falling against the pillow exasperated.
“Oh God!” Her mouth fell open. Her eyes widened. And her breasts gained fullness.
“Mmm,” Tyler whispered, lifting his head and winking at her. “You are definitely a virgin there.”
“Is he right?” Jax said, wishing he’d been the first one to rim her, the first one to tap that puckered hole with the tip of his tongue.
Instead, Tyler had first dibs. Knowing Tyler, he wouldn’t move aside anytime soon.
* * * *
She was dying a slow and enjoyable death. They were torturing her. She was certain of it.
Brianna had begged for release, groveled for more fulfillments, asked them to fuck her, and eventually came to another conclusion again.
They wanted her to suffer. They wanted her to beg. They wanted to make sure she understood no one could ever love her as well as they could love her.
She. Was. A. Believer.
Loving them eased her mind, healed any open wounds. This moment was akin to a ritualistic sexual healing, a loving fiasco so perfect she wouldn’t change a single thing.
Jax was between her legs then. He pushed the tip of his tongue inside her rim, fluttering the tip inside her hole until she was exasperated, breathless, and too weak to ask him to take her there.
His long arm slid up her leg and his hand rested on her pussy. When she tried to bear down on his tongue, he slapped her pussy and exquisite sensations rolled over her body, splitting off in a hundred different directions.
“More, Jax,” she whispered, beginning to think they could do this all night.
This time, Flint stepped up to the bed. Already sheathed and oiling his cock until it glistened, he popped her pussy with a firm hand. “Ask again and we’ll make you wait until morning.”
“Trust us,” Tyler said. “Trust us to take you when you’re ready, when you’ll enjoy your orgasms most.”
She wanted to tell them she was prepared already. She longed to scream that she’d been born for this, fated to spend her life with them. She was sure, certain of it.
Brianna was also very aware of the fact that they were playing with her, trying to make her learn but teasing her with their lessons, determined to discipline her for her actions. That’s when it struck her. She was being punished. “You want me to pay for what I did.”
“No,” Jax said, lowering her legs and moving aside for Flint again.
Flint took his new position to the extreme. He hurriedly pushed her legs aside, using his elbows to find a more comfortable place. He didn’t take his own sweet time. He didn’t ease into the act. Instead, he thrust inside her giving her one hell of a tongue fuck and taking her right to the brink before abandoning her.