Sweet Temptation (Sweet #4)(57)

“She’s gorgeous,” one of the men said hoarsely.

“Yes, she is,” Micah agreed. “She’s new to anal sex. I’d ask that you treat her gently. Other then that, she enjoys pain. She craves it.”

He put a finger under her chin and lifted until she looked up at him.

“Angelina, these are friends. You know Cole, I believe. Next to him is Rick. On the end is Chris. You’ll obey them as you obey me. You’ll see to their pleasure as you do to mine. Understand?”

She nodded.

“Come to me,” he said.

She rose to stand beside him, conscious of the male stares from across the room. She wasn’t shy, nor did she have any hang-ups about her body being on display. The stares warmed her skin, and she enjoyed the appreciation she saw reflected so clearly in their eyes.

They were handsome men. Rick was tall. Blond-haired, muscular, with a great tan. He wasn’t GQ good-looking. Not polished or pretty. He looked like he worked outside a lot. Maybe construction. With his build, it was obvious he did a lot of physical work.

Chris was shorter and stocky. A football player’s build. He had broad shoulders, legs like tree trunks and bulging biceps. If he didn’t indulge in bodybuilding, then he was blessed with extraordinary genes.

Cole. Quiet, observing Cole. She always saw him watching. Rarely participating, and then only on a superficial level such as when he flogged her. But she never saw him having sex. She’d never even seen him without his clothes on. He was the last person she’d have expected to be here, but he watched her now with such quiet intensity that she shivered. Of the three men, he would be the one to push her the most.

Micah led her to the middle of the room, just to the side of where the couches and chairs were positioned in front of the big screen.

“Kneel here,” he said.

She sank gracefully to her knees and then Micah turned away to the others.

“Ready for the game?” he asked.

They nodded and voiced their agreement, though their eyes never left her as they sprawled into chairs and onto the couch.

For a while they ignored her, but she caught the quick glances thrown her way. The game started, and they were quick to start throwing around ridiculous bets and bitch about bad calls.

“Angel,” Micah called softly.

She raised her head until their gazes met. There was such pride and approval in his eyes.

“There’s beer in the fridge. Bring it to us.”

She rose gingerly, mindful of the plug rubbing against her tender flesh. Once in the kitchen, she opened the fridge and took out a six-pack of chilled beer. She was nervous because now she would be getting close to them, and she knew at some point they would want to touch her. They would want to do a lot more. It excited her, but she also didn’t want to disappoint Micah.

She walked back into the living room and stopped in front of Chris. His pupils flared and his gaze tracked downward to her br**sts that bobbed in front of him.

He took one of the beers she handed him and let his fingers linger over hers.

“Thanks,” he said in a low voice.

She almost smiled. He was cute. It was almost like he was afraid to touch her.

She went to Rick next, and he was bolder. He placed his hand on her hip and slid it over her skin and up to cup her breast. His thumb brushed across her nipple, bringing it to a sharp point.

“Bring them their beer and come back to me,” he rasped.

She nodded and moved on to Micah. He didn’t touch her, but he didn’t have to. He caressed her with his gaze. So warm and loving.

Lastly she stood in front of Cole. His blue eyes pierced her and his gaze was hungry. Very hungry. Chill bumps dotted her skin and her ni**les puckered and jutted outward.

“You’ve been told to return to Rick,” he said.

She ducked her head and moved quickly back to Rick. To her surprise, he already had his pants undone, and his c**k was fisted in his hand. Her eyes widened. He was thick, hard and very large.

He stroked his hand up and down, exerting pressure on the head with each motion.

“Kneel in front of me,” he ordered.

He spread his knees and she went to hers.

“Suck it.”

Her hair fell forward as she leaned over him. She reached to grasp his cock, but he pushed her hand away.

“On my legs. Keep them there.”

She braced herself on his legs. He curled his free hand around her neck and guided her down to his fisted cock. Just before her lips met the head, she hesitated. In response, he yanked her down, forcing her onto his erection.

She closed her eyes and let him have his way. She relaxed her throat muscles and took him deep. He groaned and his fingers curled tighter around her neck.

Not knowing if he wanted her to take the initiative, she remained still and waited. His hand was still curled around the base of his cock, but now he removed it and forced her down until his balls pressed against her chin.

“Holy shit, she’s magnificent,” he gritted out.

He pulled her head up, giving her a chance to take a breath. Then he pushed her down, raising his hips to meet her.

“Fuck, I’m not going to last long with a mouth like yours,” he panted. “Keep your mouth open and don’t move.”

He began f**king her mouth with rapid, sharp thrusts. He wound his hand into her hair and pulled her down over and over.