Everett and Lincoln take turns feeding me bites of rocky road ice cream straight from the pint, delivering the spoon right to my mouth so I don’t even have to move.
My body is marked all over. Hickeys and finger-shaped imprints across my hips, my thighs, the soft underside of my breasts. A few days ago, I would have been shy about it. Desperate to cover up. Hell, even just yesterday it might have given me pause and made me want to reach for a shirt, but not now. I’m not even a little embarrassed about them seeing all of me like this, and that in itself feels like a fucking revelation.
I also used to hate eating in front of people. When I was with my old pack, even here to a smaller extent, I would pick at my food and pretend I was full before I was to avoid having to hear comments about me eating too much. There was always judgment and those looks that came with being a curvier girl who dared to enjoy her food.
But that hasn’t really been a problem here at all. These men with their hands always on me and their mouths constantly telling me how fucking good I look, how good I taste, how perfect I am, have left no room for shame with them.
“I could get used to this,” I murmur with a content sigh, licking chocolate from my lips.
“Which part?” Lincoln asks, grinning. “Being spoon fed ice cream or being fucked all day.”
“I meant the ice cream. Not that the sex isn’t amazing, but, you know.”
He laughs, and even Everett cracks a smile. “You just want to be pampered,” he says. “Nothing wrong with that.”
Cash tugs at my hair teasingly. “Definitely not. We can absolutely make the ice cream thing happen. When you’ve been very good.”
“Aren’t I always very good?” I ask, blinking up at him with an innocent expression.
He snorts but doesn’t refute it.
It’s amazing how comfortable I feel, joking with them, accepting their teasing and teasing back. If anyone else made acomment about me being good before, I would have spent days analyzing my own behavior, trying to figure out what I did wrong to make someone think I needed to be better.
Now it’s just light banter that goes along with the relaxed atmosphere, all four of us enjoying the break between rounds of heat fueled sex.
Of course, thinking about how fond I am of them and how good they are to me just makes me want them, and that makes my heat sit up and take notice again. Everett feeds me a spoonful of ice cream, and I moan softly around a bite of chocolate covered almond.
I let my legs fall open a little wider, stretching like a satisfied cat while they watch me with lazy, hungry eyes.
“Do we get a show, if we feed you ice cream?” Lincoln wants to know. His hand traces up my inner thigh, making me shiver from his touch. “Because that’s a deal I’d make in a heartbeat.”
He brings another spoonful to my mouth, and before I can get it all in, some of the melting ice cream slips off the spoon and drips down my chest, pooling just under my breast. It’s cold, but before I even have time to comment on it, Lincoln is moving.
He doesn’t even hesitate, just leans in and licks it up slowly, his tongue dragging over my flushed skin while I shiver from the contrast of cold and heat.
“Oh,” I moan softly, the touch of his tongue sending a jolt of pleasure and want through me immediately.
Everett chuckles, low and rough. “We should cover you in ice cream instead of feeding it to you. Make a whole fucking sundae out of you.”
That’s apparently all the encouragement Cash needs to grab the whipped cream off the nightstand, where half the contents of the fridge have been scattered after it got brought up last night.
He smirks, looking down at me. “Not that you’re not edible enough already. But a little extra sweetness never hurt anyone.”The can gets shaken up, and then he drizzles whipped cream across my breasts, along my stomach, and then even lower, decorating the tops of my thighs with the silky white cream.
The three of them grin at each other, their looks identical and hungry and then they move so they can take turns licking and sucking every inch of me clean. It’s a task they clearly mean to take their time doing.
Everett sucks whipped cream off one nipple, swirling his tongue around the peaked bud to make sure he gets every last drop of it up. He traces his tongue around my areola, making a low, pleased noise like it’s delicious to him.
Heat prickles over my skin, and I arch a little as Cash does the same thing on the other side. I feel just a hint of his teeth on my nipple as he nibbles at it like a sweet treat. My breathing comes faster, and my heart starts to pound. My pussy throbs, taking interest in what they’re doing and how it’s making me feel.
It never used to be this easy to get me going. Some of it is my heat, of course, but a lot of it is just them and the way they treat me and how good it all is.
Lincoln slides lower on the bed, looking at me with heated eyes while he licks across the tops of my thighs. He dips between them, swirling his tongue just shy of where I want him. I squirm on the bed, panting now, whimpering softly for more.
“How does that feel?” Cash asks me. “Do you feel properly savored?”
I moan, nodding, urging them on to do more. More whipped cream gets squirted across my body, melted ice cream joining the mess, and the three of them don’t let up. They lick and suck at my skin, trading off biting and nibbling across my breasts and my belly. I arch into each touch, feeling the pleasure and the need build inside me more and more.
I don’t care that I’m sticky and shaking and half wrecked from the day before. I just want this. I just want them. And I’m not interested in pretending otherwise.