Chapter 32 Tell me what you want

Chapter 32 Tell me what you want

Elsie’s pov

Tristan took over first. He closed his hand around my wrist and in one smooth pull, my body was thrusted against his.

“What a greedy tyrant,” I gasped with a flush staining my cheeks.

My spine collided with his chest, solid muscle bracing me in place as his arm locked around my waist. He left no space between us to thrive.

“For you, yes.” His other hand spread low across my stomach, right above the most sensitive parts of me and the teasing man held me there.

“You’re certain about this?” he questioned slowly against my ear. His warm breath tickled the skin and my nipples hardened.

That alone was sending my body into overdrive. I swallowed. My hands drifted uselessly at my sides.

“I already said it,” I replied.

His fingers flexed to press down at the top of my triangle. I bit back the moan in my mouth.

“Say it again,” he uttered seductively in a half-pleading manner.

He pressed me harder into him to feel every inch of his body behind me. He was hard, really hard.

“I’m sure,” I voiced out excitedly.

“Good girl,” he let out a pleased hum.

I leaned back into him pushing my butt to his member. I wasn't sure what I was doing yet this felt right to start with.

His grip locked down, dragging me tighter as a low, restrained sound vibrated through his chest into my back.

“Careful,” Tyler’s voice cut in closer. “You’ll scare her off.”

“I’m not scared,” I snapped trying to see through the horny haze.

Tyler let out a laugh, a mocking one that confessed he didn't believe me. If I wasn't so turned on, I would have found it offensive.

“Yeah,” Tyler remarked playfully. “I can see that.”

He shifted closer until my knees nearly brushed his Teasingly, he also pressed against me with his very excited member. The heat doubled in that instance.

His hand came up fast. His fingers wrapped around my chin and tilted my head up whether I wanted it or not. His grip wasn’t as gentle, but it didn't hurt either. It was quite the stimulating difference from Tristan’s controlled reverence.

“Look at you,” he rumbled low with his eyes dragging slowly over my face. “A week ago, you couldn’t stand us.”

“I still can’t,” I shot back.

His mouth twitched with amusement. “You are a terrible liar Elsie.”

His thumb pressed into my lower lip, dragging it down slightly before releasing it.

My breath only continued at its rapid pace.

Behind me, Tristan’s hand slid from my stomach down between my legs. Even with the fabric of my dress between our skin, I still felt the tingling sensations under his fingertips.

My head grew delectably woozy.

“Don’t leave me out now,” Topher moved in, dropping to his knees.

Before I could ask why, he lifted my dress in a slow swoop and in a breath, licked my left thigh.

A desperate breathy moan followed out my lips and that was it.

Tyler closed the last inch of distance. He gripped my chin as he angled my face exactly where he wanted it and lowered his face to mine.

Tristan finally moved his hand down between my legs. I rested my body fully against his. Out of the blue, he parted my legs with his, guiding my body as he opened me up for Topher.

“W-what are you doing?” I moaned out.

Topher’s tongue continued to lick up my thighs, occasionally grazing his teeth on my skin. Whenever he did, my body would jolt with pleasure.

It was new and wild and hot and I didn’t want it to stop.

“Don't close your eyes, look at me Elsie,” Tyler coaxed as he pushed his thumb against my lips to rub them gently.

My eyes fluttered open and before I could ask why, Tyler slid a thumb into my mouth and gently placed it on my tongue. “Suck on it and eyes on me.”

To get him back, I bit his thumb. Not harsh enough to draw blood but hard enough to communicate. I won't listen so easily.

To my surprise, he grinned widely. “Naughty girl. There are better ways to torture me.”

“Oh I’m sure there —“ I shrieked before I could finish my retort. Topher tore my panties.

“I’ll get you a thousand more, just let me,” He planted his lips right by the skin of my lower lips.

I threw my head back in pleasure and Tristan made his move. Teeth grazed my neck before he sucked on it gliding his fingers all the way to the little nub I’d once tried to play with to relax.

“She’s dripping,” Topher growled dangerously like a beast discovering his hunger.

“Fuck, it smells so good,” Tyler remarked as he slowly thrust his thumb in and out my mouth and watching me with his wild eyes.

“Hold her well,” Topher ordered before I felt something divinely slick lick up my folds.

“Oh god,” My knees buckled at the tingling building sensation. I wished to surrender fully to it but Tyler insisted I kept my eyes open.

“I gotchu, don’t worry,” Tristan kept teasing my nub as Topher continued to lick greedily.

Tristan’s grip kept me pressed firmly against him as his chest rose heavier against my back.

Tyler bent Impossibly closer, towering over me with his face now inches away from mine. His grip was still holding my jaw in place as his thumb continued teasing my mouth.

“I can’t, it’s too much.” I breathed out exasperated.

Tristan retorted immediately while he rubbed circles on my sensitive numb. “You can, princess.”

My hands moved without thinking. One of them caught in Tyler’s shirt, fingers curling into the fabric and holding on. I wanted to tear it off, to scrape his skin instead.

His gaze dropped briefly to my hand before snapping back up with a darker daze. “Tell me,” he demanded huskily. His breath fanned my face.

“Tell you what?” I forced my words to come out clean.

A moan still slipped after.

“Tell me to take it off,”