Chapter 111

Galina

At first, I thought I did something wrong, but Bellamy just chuckles and shakes his head, reaching forward to pull my shirt up in much the same way I did Esme's.

"She's never been too patient," he whispers in my ear, kissing my now-exposed shoulder.

"Oh." My head falls back against his shoulder as he palms my breasts, tweaking the nipples with his calloused fingers.

Novak chuckles before circling us and nudging Bellamy forward until he marches me to the end of the bed, where Alistair and Esme are now busy kissing. Alistair's remaining layer is tented, revealing a hint of his impressive length. My gaze catches on that tent, my throat going dry.

"Ah, she likes what she sees, Bel, maybe showing her a little more of that," he points towards Alistair's crotch, "is what she needs."

Bellamy chuckles and kisses up my neck, sending shivers racing down my back. Bellamy steps back, but when I turn to face him, Novak pushes against my shoulders until I sink down into a chair that he pulled up while I was distracted.

"Be a good girl now, Galina, and just sit here. Bellamy will help you out with those pesky clothes once he's dealt with his own."

"What about you?" I croak, much to Novak's delight.

"Don't you worry, pet, I enjoy watching almost as much as participating."

He grins and steps back until he's standing beside the bed, within my view. He's placed my chair about two feet from the foot of the bed, giving me a perfect view of Alistair and Esme's roaming hands as Alistair helps lift her hips to slide the pants off.

I clench the arms of the chair, thankful for their presence as Alistair discards the pants. I lean to get a better view, making Novak chuckle again. He leans in and nudges Alistair to the side, giving me a better view of Esme as he works her body.

I'm squirming, heat racing through my body, by the time Bellamy comes back into view, grinning at me as he, too, now struts around with nothing but smallclothes. A mewling sound that I didn't realize I could make squeaks from my lips, the helpless sound bring heat racing to my face as Novak grins at me.

"Come on now, Bellamy, don't tease the poor girl, she clearly needs somewhere to put her hands... and hands put on her."

With those words, it's like Novak broke some restraint that held Bellamy back, as he races forward with a wide smile and crashes our lips together. My hands roam his body, needing to touch everywhere. The planes of his muscles twitch under my greedy, needy touch, his hands stroking every inch of my exposed skin.

He tweaks my nipples and cups my breasts without our lips ever parting. The sound of Esme's gasps of pleasure behind him has me straining to look over his shoulder without relinquishing his lips, much to his amusement as he pulls back and glances at Esme, his eyes darkening even further. I groan at the loss of sensation, needing his hands back.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Bellamy asks.

I'm helpless to do anything but nod as I watch Esme stretch her neck to kiss Alistair, the dark man ravaging her mouth in a way that makes me burn.

"You're beautiful too, you know," Bellamy tells me, making me snap my attention to him.

He's beautiful too, and so is Novak, and so is Alistair, but I'm helpless to do anything besides clench my thighs closed as I writhe under Bellamy's attention. Bellamy smiles and kneels before me, his presence drawing my attention, even though my eyes keep drifting back towards the delicious show of soft and hard flesh intertwined on the bed. I want both, I want to be touched and to do the touching. I want all of them, more than I've ever wanted anything, but right now, I have Bellamy. I glance back at the man in question when he runs his fingers up my calf, kissing the top of my foot as he discards my shoes.

My breath catches in my throat when he reaches up and tugs down my pants in one swift motion. Moisture pools between my legs, heat suffusing my body, needing his cool touch to quench even an iota of the burning flame inside of me. He must know, though, because the moment the garment is discarded, he grabs my underthings and yanks them off as well before returning to ravage my mouth.

Esme's next moan has me clutching Bellamy to me so he can't pull away while I drink in the sight of her hooded eyes as she watches me. Her state of undress matches my own, her body spread out at the perfect angle to give me a view of the lower lips, glistening wet as Alistair works her body.

My breath quickens at the sight, but what makes my body jump is the feel of Bellamy stroking his deft fingers down my stomach, moving inch by inch, match the pace Alistair has set with Esme. Alistair swirls his fingers along her opening, and Bellamy matches the motion with me, almost as if the two men are in sync.

The need to touch them, all of them, has me reaching out, but my hands flop along my side when Bellamy's fingers dip inside my folds, teasing me before pulling out again.

"More," Esme demands hoarsely, and I nod in agreement as Novak moves closer to the bed, a wide grin on his face.

"Taste them," he demands.

A gasp escapes my lips when first Alistair, and then Bellamy, comply. The sight of Alistair spreading Esme's lips and licking along her seem makes me jump, but the feel of Bellamy repeating the motion on me has me clenching my thighs together, trapping his head along my folds and demanding more.

"That's it, boys, they love it. Drive them higher."

Every command Novak gives, Bellamy obeys, and it seems that Alistair does as well, the two men's motions almost in sync as they work mine and Esme's bodies, driving us higher and higher.