Chapter 8
885 Words
“Snow?” Sloan asks
“Yes?” I breathly say.
“Your answer?”
My answer, right, I should give one.
Do I want this?
Should I even want this?
They are my bodyguards for heaven's sake!
The more I try to think, the lighter my heart feels.
They have proven time and time again since I’ve met them that I can trust them with my life! They have already saved it a handful of times.
They are kind and caring. Even Gregory, who tries to hide it behind his broody features.
My heart tightens at the thought of him for a moment.
Even with all the training, Sloan’s gotten from the military. I know I can trust them to keep me safe, and not to take things further than I can handle.
“Yes,” I breathly say.
The moment I utter these three little letters, I am pulled up from the wall and rushed to my bedroom.
Sloan gently but eagerly places me over the covers. Bash hovers on top, while Sloan squats with his legs on both sides of my head.
Slowly, Bash softly skims his hands from my neck, descending to my mounds, gently massaging them over my shirt. One hand went lower and slid inside my shirt causing me to shiver.
Through hooded eyes, I see both men looking at each other for a split second, signaling each other silently.
The connection, the complicity between them, makes me awed.
Sloan pulls me up, my back against his chest while Bash pushes on my hips to help him.
Sloan lips peppering deep kisses that are sure to leave marks on my neck.
Lifting his hand from my hip, Bash pulls my shirt over my head, Sloan takes it from him and throws it on the floor.
“Perfect,” He whispers before suckling on my erect n*****s.
While his mouth never leaves my breast, he slides one hand down, pulling both my pants and underwear off at the same time, throwing them with my shirt.
Sloan's hand replaces Bash’s on my breast, massaging them gently as he lowers himself, kissing and licking every inch of my skin. The lower he goes, the more I anticipate what I’m sure he’s about to do.
As if sensing my eagerness, I gasp at the warm contact of his plump lips on my core. One lick, then two. More and more, circling my c**t with each long, perfect stroke of his tongue.
The pleasure these men are making me feel is surreal. I am no longer the innocent virgin I was three months ago. I’ve given myself freely to idiots in the bar, only giving enough for one night. But what they are doing to me, I think I’ll crave for more. And it scares me.
“Bash…” I moan as he gently rubs one finger at my entrance. Slowly inserting it a little more each strokes.
“You are so wet for me, my queen.”
He slips in a second finger, curling them in just the right way to make me whimper in pleasure.
“I think she’s ready for more,” Sloan says as I wiggle myself under Bash’s touch.
Holding my thighs, he positions himself at my entrance, stroking the tip up and down my folds to moisten it before gently easing himself in.
Closing his eyes the further he’s in, he growls.
“You feel so good,”
He lets out a low moan as my walls squeeze against his thick c**k.
Rocking his hips, he goes faster and faster, creating the most delicious friction.
Sloan kept his lips against my neck, biting it, gently pulling my n****e between his fingers while his other hand lower down my body to reach my swollen c**t, rubbing it perfectly.
“I won’t last long. Please don’t stop! “ I beg, panting, feeling my climax close beneath the surface.
Bash suddenly lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, grabbing my hips and ass tightly, thrusting deeper, making me scream in pleasure.
“Fuckkk,” He moans, my walls tightening around him.
A few more thrusts before I’m falling down the edge of the best orgasm I’ve ever had.
“Oh, god… Oh yes, yes, YES!!!”
I shutter one last time before Bash stills, reaching his own ecstasy.
“How are you feeling?” Salon asks after we’ve come down from our high.
“I don’t think I’ve ever felt this satisfied,” I say, nuzzling myself against his chest.
“Do you think you can handle more?”
“More?”
“Yes, more. Do you think you could handle that?” Sloan asks, lowering his head forward to have a better look at me.
“What he means is, can you handle a second round, but with him pressed inside of you?” Bash says, a light shade of pink peppering his cheeks.
Hmmm… I moan, thinking about how he might feel compared to Bash.
I’m curious and I do want to experience this with him too.
“Most definitely,” I say, flashing him a sultry smile.
Excitement fills both their eyes as they change position.
Devouring, exploring, tasting every part of each other for most of the night. Only falling asleep after seven blissful orgasms.
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