The food is delicious – truly the most well-cooked piece of salmon I’ve ever had, and the side items are tasty, as well. We have wine with our meals and that, in combination with the good food and easy conversation, has me feeling perfectly content by the meal’s end.
“Are you ready for dessert?” Nathan grins across at me, his eyes shimmering in the dim light of the room.
“I’m quite full.”
“It’s a light dessert. Let’s have it now. Would you mind getting it?” He looks over at the service cart.
I’m surprised he’s asking this since the men have been treating me like a guest here, but I certainly don’t mind helping out. The top of the cart is empty, but I find two bowls on the second level, one with what appears to be fresh whipped cream and the other with chocolate sauce. There’s nothing else left on the cart.
I carry the two bowls over to the table. “I think we’re missing something. Maybe there should be cake or ice cream to go with these toppings?”
Nathan’s grin turns wicked. “Or we could get creative?”
My cheeks heat, along with other parts of my body. “We could.”
As Derek and Nathan clear plates from the table, Landon circles me in his arms and murmurs in my ear. “You enjoyed your dinner?”
“Very much.” I trace the lines of his smile with my finger. “But probably not as much as I’m going to enjoy dessert.”
His smile grows even bigger. “You’re probably right.”
Another arm circles my waist and I turn to find Ash. Landon moves aside and Ash picks me up, sets me on the table and steps between my legs to close in for a kiss. No talk and all action, as usual, and I like it.
Holding my head in his hands, he claims my mouth, tasting me like he’s still very hungry. He moves closer, forcing my legs to spread further apart, and a rush of wetness floods my core.
As we kiss, he gently tips me backward until I’m lying flat on the table. Nathan and Derek step up and I’m suddenly surrounded by the four of them as they circle me. Working in coordination, eight hands make quick work of removing my clothing in record time.
The men still have all of their clothes on, but I am completely exposed to them. Fully naked and under the focus of four lusty gazes, my body shivers with anticipation. They don’t touch me for what feels like too long. Instead, their eyes roam my body.
My nipples harden in response, my pussy gets even wetter, and every nerve ending on my skin tingles.
When I’m just about ready to cry out in frustration, they descend.
Landon pushes my legs apart while Ash brings my arms overhead and pins them to the table with one hand. He bends over me to kiss me as he brushes my curls away from my face. His tongue explores my mouth in a way that nearly makes me forget that someone else’s hands are sliding up my inner thighs, opening me further.
When Ash pulls away I see that Nathan and Derek are holding the chocolate and cream. As I’m pinned down by Ash and Landon, Nathan slowly, deliciously, drizzles chocolate onto my body from a silver spoon.
First, he focuses on my breasts, making small circles around each nipple and spiraling out from there. He puddles the sauce down the center of my abdomen before circling it around my navel.
My body shivers and shimmies from the tickling sensations, and Ash and Landon grip my ankles and wrists more tightly, as if I’m their captive and I’m trying to escape. But I have no desire to run; I’m exactly where I want to be.
Landon moves in to dot dollops of whipped cream on my nipples and I would giggle at the visual effect, but Ash is dripping chocolate sauce on my inner thighs and the feeling of it makes my pussy wet as fuck.
Being under their gazes, being held down by them, and being decorated with food – all of that is enough to make me hotter than hot. But the knowledge that they’ll soon be licking all of the sweetness off of my body is what has me writhing on the table, impatient for more.
I close my eyes and wait, feeling whipped cream being laid in two straight paths from my ankles to my hips. A spoonful is deposited into my belly button, and two dollops are dropped a couple of inches below that, deliciously close to where I want their tongues the most.
It’s a lot of chocolate and cream, but then I remind myself that there are four men here to eat it all up.
“Please,” I moan as I arch my back, my body tight with need.
“Well, since you said ‘please’,” Derek says, just before four mouths begin to feast.