Is all this really necessary?
Yes… and no. No in the sense that I could really wear anything. The guys would ravage me in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, if that’s what I’d put on. But also yes, because I wanted to wear these things. I wanted to bring each of my lovers to all new heights of arousal. I wanted them to fuck me with their eyes before their hands even touched my body. I wanted to turn them on well past anything we’d ever done before.
Plus, I just wanted to be plundered tonight. To be taken and thrown to the bed, like a sexy plaything. I wanted to be just totally, utterly used.
My God, Madison!
I blushed momentarily at my dirty little thoughts. But were they really that uncharacteristic for me? I honestly didn’t know. I’d never actually felt this way before, not with anyone else. Yet somehow, I could sense that I’d always felt this way. That I’d always had this in me… this darker, more perverted side of me that liked to be thoroughly dominated. A side that could lay back and take filthy, sexy enjoyment in becoming the vessel of another man’s pleasure.
Or in this case… three other men.
I s
tood up straighter and adjusted my corset. It was made up of a black and blue lace that hugged tight to every one of my curves, while pushing my tits upward and outward. I’d even put on a black lattice choker. A single pearl dangled from the center, its teardrop shape pointing tantalizingly downward, toward the valley of my cleavage.
I spread my legs a little, and put my hands on my hips. God, I looked made to fuck. And also, good enough to eat.
You’re absolutely nuts.
A little laugh left my throat as I shoved aside the prudish voice in my head. There was no room for it. Not any longer. Not with the sex life I’d been having lately.
“Holy fuck, Madison.”
Saying the words made it all the more real for me. I felt wicked. Dirty. Deliciously depraved.
And we hadn’t even started yet.
I looked back at the bed as the sound of footfalls echoed up the steps. Had it really been ten minutes? Probably not. The guys were impatient, and I really couldn’t blame them. After what they’d done tonight, I could sense the adrenaline of the fight coursing through their veins.
They needed an outlet.
I would be that outlet.
And God, I couldn’t fucking wait.
Noah entered the room first. He already had his shirt off, and was working the button on his too-tight jeans. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me, blocking the doorway. Frustrating Chase and Julian, who were pushing in from behind.
Turning ninety degrees, I stood in the same position. Shoulders back. Legs spread. Hands on my hips.
“You like?” I teased.
Noah took a long, deep breath and nodded silently. “We’re going to demolish you in that outfit,” he murmured.
I felt a rush of blood through my body as my skin went warm all over. “Is that a promise?”
“No,” he said, shaking his head as the others pushed in. Their own faces registered the same stunned surprise.
“That’s an unstoppable fucking fact.”
Fifty-Seven
MADISON
They rushed me together, three-on-one. Pushing me down into the center of my bed, and practically falling over each other, fighting to see who went first.
Well it turned out that I went first.
I gasped as Julian spread my legs with his two big hands, then dove between them. He went flat on his smooth, rippled belly. Buried his face in my soaking wet pussy and began devouring me top to bottom, as if I were his very last meal.