“Yes. Slide your finger under that pretty little crisscrossed ribbon and stroke your clit. I know it’s hard and swollen. It must be aching. Touch it for us.”
Despite her stinging embarrassment, she swallowed and complied.
Heavenly had only ever brought herself to climax in the dark of night, lying alone and thinking of them. Now she felt so dizzy and perilously close to orgasm, she had to lean against the wall and close her eyes as she angled her fingers under the sodden ribbons. When she made contact with her needy clit, she groaned.
“No. Open your eyes. Look at me while you touch your pussy,” Beck demanded.
How unbearably intimate would that be?
She shook her head. “I…can’t.”
“Or won’t?” Seth snarled in her ear.
Something about their voices, their demands only added to her arousal and her shame. “Don’t make me.”
“Obviously, she wants extra punishment.”
“Maybe a whole night of our lips, tongues, hands, and cocks—without any orgasms for her—will prove our point.”
At Beck’s threat, her eyes flew open. She pulled her hand free. “No.”
Seth forced her hand onto her pussy again. “We didn’t tell you to stop rubbing yourself.”
But if they weren’t going to allow her pleasure, why let her get excited? “Seth…”
“Pleading won’t save you. Get your fingers back in those panties.”
“And look at me while you pleasure your pussy.” Beck braced his palm against the wall above her head and leaned in until his face was inches from hers. “Right into my eyes.”
The demand alone made her body pulse. How long could she do that before she had no control over her urges?
She threaded her fingers through the ribbons again and somehow managed not to groan or close her eyes at the exquisite sensations. “What do I do when orgasm comes?”
Beck sent her an evil smile. “You hold it.”
Seth skimmed kisses across her shoulder and up to her neck, lips resting against the shell of her ear. “If you don’t… Well, you’re already in trouble. Do you want more?”
“No,” she breathed.
“Then be a good girl.” Beck skimmed a soft thumb along her jaw. “Let us watch you writhe in agony.”
“Because we’re definitely going to enjoy your suffering, angel.”
She didn’t understand…but her body did. Her torturing herself tortured them, too. They were all unbearably aroused. Yet the guys were in absolute control—of themselves and of her. That realization only turned her on more.
Heavenly swallowed and began rubbing slow, small circles on her clit while forcing herself to meet Beck’s gaze straight on. He studied her expression, watched, catalogued, dissected…and somehow drew her deeper into him without touching her at all. She couldn’t stop herself from falling into those black eyes, burning and focused on her alone.
Quickly, her pleasure built. The edge of it was right there. Another swipe, maybe two, and she would come utterly undone. “I-I’m close. So”—her breath caught—“close.”
“Stop.” Beck might have whispered the word, but it was a demand.
Every muscle and inch of her skin ached so badly for this climax, Heavenly couldn’t scrape together the willpower to comply and thwart her impending release.
“Please…” she choked. Each time she thought they couldn’t possibly make her crave them any deeper, they proved her so, so wrong.
“We said stop.” To enforce their will, Seth wrapped his long fingers around her wrist and forced her hand away from her pussy.
But with the steady, addicting stimulation gone, her ache spiked into a pang that nearly doubled her over. A keening whimper slipped free.