Push & Pull(5)

“Watch…what?” I persisted. At this point my confusion was genuine until I felt another pair of hands along my waist. Easing up my sides with thumbs curling the length of my spine while Liam’s fingers traveled down, encircling my breast. Andrew moved the hair from my neck and brushed his lips along my shoulder. I took another swig of scotch allowing the alcohol to yank me back to reality.

“No. This is crazy,” I cried, stepping away from both of them. “I hardly know either of you. What kind of woman do you take me for?” The words burned me as they left my mouth. What kind of woman was I? The kind who seduces another woman’s man and hides the pleasure she gains from it under a business name. That’s what kind. My conversation with Jill returned to me. Cringing at the thought of Lucca’s rejection, I took another swig. Maybe I was out of touch. Maybe I was forgetting it was all a game and I needed to be retaught the rules. Liam and Andrew continued to stare, unabashed by their plans to have their way with me. And I couldn’t believe for one second that I was entertaining the proposition until Andrew unbuttoned his shirt.

“Yes.” The words barely tumbled out before Liam had me pinned against the refrigerator. His mouth pressed firmly against mine, parting my lips so he could get a better taste. Andrew peeled off his shirt and started unbuttoning my jeans. His hand slipped down past my waist band. Instantly I was wet. This was happening. My mind was running through every scenario as Andrew’s fingers probed the thin jersey of my thong. Liam stripped off my shirt and began flicking his tongue across my erect nipples. I stifled a moan but Andrew caught it just in time to sneak past my thong and sink a finger inside of me. My body quivered and I bucked my hips against his hand.

“You like that?” he groaned in my ear, moving me away from the fridge and bending me over the island. I nodded ferociously, biting my lip to keep from crying out. The cold marble counter top made my nipples even harder as Andrew wrapped a hand in my hair and pushed my face down. He grabbed the crotch of my thong and yanked it down out of the way.

Another finger slipped inside of me. Liam had stepped away, almost nude aside from his pants which he began to unbutton. I hoped he’d be inside of me before this was over. Andrew jerked my head back, cramming in another finger.

“Oh, fuck,” I cried out, placing my hands over the edge of the counter.

“Eat her,” Liam said from across the room, so low I wasn’t sure if I’d imagined it. It was a command. An incredible warmth spread across my body as Andrew buried his face between my thighs. His tongue rolled leisurely over my clit before flicking it back and forth and his fingers continued to jam in and out of me. I tilted my hips upward, hungrily meeting each thrust, soaking in the sensation. A primal urge took over me.

“Fuck me,” I gasped. I felt him smirk in between licks. He pulled his head back allowing a rush of cold air to fill the space.

“I’m sorry. What was that?” He called, withdrawing his fingers from me.

“Oh, no…please. Please, fuck me.” I peeked over my shoulder to see him rising to his feet. While he removed his pants I looked back at Liam who was stroking his erection now. He looked bigger each time his hand ran the length of his shaft. A sudden sharp smack on my ass brought me back to Andrew. His cock hovered eagerly near my wet folds. He’d done an incredible job prepping me for what he was about to do and I ached with anticipation.

“Should I?” Andrew asked, pressing his fingers into my mouth. He hadn’t intended for me to answer, only to have me taste the blissful havoc he had wreaked on my body. His fingers were practically drenched with my bittersweet juices.

“Turn her around. Let me see her pussy,” Liam demanded. Andrew obliged as he wrapped his hand back in my hair and forcefully pivoted me from the island. Within seconds, I was bent over in front of Liam like a little rag doll. The ridges of his fingertips scrolled carefully over the curve of my ass. My body erupted into chills. Liam trailed up the inside of my thighs, probing a finger into my depths, before withdrawing to have a taste.

“She tastes ready,” he concluded with a strange laugh. His charismatic nature was practically gone, replaced by an authoritative tone. Is this what he did for a living? Find willing women and watch them fuck his friends? We were more alike than I thought. Andrew reduced me to my knees, propping me carefully on all fours as he stroked the length of my spine. His hands stopped securely on my hips, squaring me for entry. I wanted to order him to split me open, to fill me with every last drop, but I wasn’t in charge now. Liam was. And his eyes were locked on mine, calculating my every move.