Page 40 of My Crazy Killers
It takes me a few seconds to stand back up, and climb back on, facing the other way. Elias’s hands immediately find my ass, and he hums as his hands rub it gently, giving it the odd squeeze. I take a moment to look at each of my other guys as they watch me dance naked on Elias’s lap.
When I look at Dex, he groans, running a hand over his face. “I feel like I got the short end of the stick, sitting at this end of the room.”
“You didn’t like my striptease?” I ask with a mock pout.
“No! I mean, yes! Of course I did. I just missed out on the naked parts,” he explains, making me smile.
“You can see them all now,” Pete tells him, gesturing toward my naked body.
“I don’t just want to see, I wanna touch,” Dex says, almost pouting himself now.
“Elias,” Sly says, watching me intensely. “Touch her breasts.”
My eyes widen a fraction, not expecting that, and anticipation builds when I feel his hands slide up my sides and across my heated flesh. When he finds them, he spreads his fingers wide and squeezes. I moan, arching my back as I roll into his touch.
His thumbs gently stroke across my nipples, and I gasp, my hands flying out to grab the arms of the sofa for support.
“Fucking shit that’s hot,” Pete exclaims as he starts squeezing his cock through his pants.
I try to keep moving my body, to keep dancing, but the more Elias touches me, the more I lose focus. At some point, my knees give out, and I sit down, and quickly find myselfleaning back against Elias as he strokes, flicks, and squeezes my chest.
He kisses my neck, and I lean my head away, offering it to him. He takes his time, sucking and nibbling at my skin, and I moan as I grow wetter by the second, my body craving a release.
I gasp, my eyes flying open when something wet and firm touches my clit. I find Pete on his knees in front of me, grinning up at me before he leans back in and licks up my center again.
“Dios mio!” I cry, my hands flying to his head as my hips eagerly buck for more.
“Don’t let her come yet,” Sly tells them, and my eyes find his.
“Why?” I half-whine, half-moan as Pete and Elias continue building my release.
“Because I have plans for you, little vixen.” I don’t know what to say to that, so I just stare at him as soft whimpers escape, my body already feeling close.
After a few more minutes of torture, I look at Sly as I beg, “Please?” The corner of his lip pulls up, and I try again. “Please, sir?”
“She’s ready,” he says with a nod. “Elias, carry her into the room. I want her on her back and you kneeling between her legs.”
Pete sits back and glances over his shoulder at Sly’s bossy tone. Elias’s hands pause for a second before he continues pinching my nipples, his mouth almost touching my neck as he asks, “Who made you the boss?”
“Wren did,” he replied easily.
“Is that so?” Elias asks between kisses on my neck.
“You are a virgin, are you not?” Sly asks.
Elias finally lifts his head to look up at Sly. “And what of it?” He sounds defensive, and I place my hands over his to show him I don’t care about that. In fact…
I twist a little so I can kiss his neck, right below his ear, then I whisper, “I think that’s really sexy.” I suck on his earlobe before turning back to Sly, feeling proud of my actions. I didn’t want Sly to try to shame him for not sleeping around. It was romantic.
“I didn’t mean to imply there was anything wrong with that,” Sly explains. “But Wren knows I like to take charge, and you might benefit from that right now. If it bothers you, I can stop.”
Elias doesn’t say anything for a moment before he clarifies, “You’re saying you want to boss all of us around in the bedroom?”
“It’s pretty hot,” Pete says from where he’s now leaning on the arm of our chair.
“Yeah, it’s definitely not a hardship,” Dex adds with a grin.
“And if I want to be the boss?”
