Caleb moved his finger lower, pressing it into her passage. She was so wet. God, she needed him. Them.
“Damn, you’re so tight. I can see we’re gonna have to do a lot of play to get you ready to take our cocks.”
“Play,” Aleki murmured. “My favorite.”
She remembered. He could spend fucking hours between her legs. He’d eat her out until she was a pile of goo, incapable of even begging.
He’d always claimed that she was his favorite treat.
Even better than Tim-Tams. Aleki loved the chocolate biscuits he had his cousins send to him from New Zealand. So that was high praise indeed.
Caleb pushed another finger into her, driving them slowly in and out. He was hindered by her panties and she wanted to rip them off. Beg him to take her. To make her come.
Not the place.
Only right now, she didn’t much care that they weren’t anywhere private. That she should likely slow this down. She was so turned on, she just wanted to come. He ran his thumb over her clit.
“Tell me when the last time you came was,” Caleb demanded.
God, that quiet dominance he exuded the rest of the time transferred easily to the bedroom.
“I . . . I don’t know. A week ago.”
“With who?” Aleki asked, voice tight with jealousy. “Not him.”
“No. I told you I only slept with him once and believe me, he didn’t care about getting me off.”
She thrust her hips up. More. She was so close. She needed more. Aleki folded the table up before kneeling next to her. He ran his finger over her tight nipple, making her cry out.
“Then who gave you that orgasm?” Aleki asked her before his mouth descended on her nipple, sucking through the material.
She groaned. Shit. Caleb’s fingers were still deep inside her, his thumb pressing on her clit. She tried to drive her hips up again, to get some friction.
“Stay still,” Caleb commanded.
She froze. Holy. Shit.
“Who gave you the orgasm?” Caleb demanded.
Wolfe was silent, he just watched them all. But when she glanced over at him, she could tell he was just as turned on as the rest of them were.
“Ron,” she told him.
“Who the fuck is Ron?” Aleki asked with clear jealousy.
“My vibrator.”
“Your vibrator?” Aleki asked.
“Yeah, I named him Ron. I’m sad I had to leave him behind. But I forgot to bring him with me. He was a good vibrator. Never let me down. Just keep going on and on.”
“I’ll get you a new one,” Wolfe said suddenly.
“What?”
That wasn’t what she’d expected him to say.
“Girl can’t be without her vibrator,” Aleki told her before returning his mouth to her nipple.