This was what he'd missed for weeks. Oliver caught her in his arms and pressed his body to hers. Her sweet gasp thrilled him. He felt powerful and perfect for her as he took her mouth. Their first time had been too fast. It had become a blur in his head, a rapid-fire rush to pleasure, like all of his encounters since Yasmin. After her, he'd rushed through and taken what he needed, getting his lover off, then running away as soon as possible.
Not this time. He was going to indulge in Tori. He was going to learn every inch of her skin. He would know her touch and taste and how she looked when she came.
Callum might call it play, but it was going to be a long, decadent discovery for Oliver.
She softened for him, her mouth readily opening to accept the thrust of his tongue. He caressed his way down her body, memorizing her curves through the fabric of her dress. He loved her hourglass figure, how her small waist flared to womanly hips. While their tongues played, he pressed his hips in, letting her feel the hard line of his erection.
Every little mewl and roll of her hips told him she was ready, but he refused to fuck and run again. He was following his brothers' lead, and that meant they were both in for some torture. He wanted nothing more than to sink into her, but he was determined this would be a night she couldn't forget. It was their first real night together. From here on out, he would change.
Maybe he could be a better man. Maybe he could do it for her.
Oliver broke off the kiss with a gentle brushing of their lips. "I'm so glad to be here with you, Tori."
She hugged him, her cheek pressed against his heart. "I am, too. I need this. I need to be with you all just once."
"Once won't be enough." He could admit deep down that he wanted forever with her. He simply wasn't sure he deserved it. But tonight wasn't about fixing his tormented soul. It was about giving her the pleasure and adoration she deserved. He glanced at Callum and Rory, who were watching. "What should I do now?"
Rory worked the buttons of his shirt and tossed it aside, revealing a torso packed with hard muscle. Oliver was happy he'd never stopped going to the gym because both his brothers were built like brick shithouses.
"I think it's time we saw what she has to offer us." Rory turned a burning stare on her. "Since you've already had the pleasure of seeing our lovely sub naked, you can do the honors. Undress her for us, Oliver."
Tori shivered in his arms but he could tell she wasn't afraid. Her body was still languid against his. She was a sensual thing, and the idea of being presented to his brothers seemed to arouse her.
"I want to show them how gorgeous you are," he whispered to Tori. "Will you let me?"
Oliver wouldn't proceed until he knew she agreed to his brothers' request.
She nodded against his chest, and that was all he needed. He slid his fingers along the back of her beautiful dress until he found the zip, then eased it down, brushing along the line of her spine all the way down to the two sexy dimples he knew sat at the small of her back.
He looked down at the swell of her beautiful breasts. "I don't like the fact that you're not wearing a bra."
"I couldn't find one that worked with the dress." She blushed as she clutched the dress. "Believe me, I wish I'd worn one, too."
The pictures. Oliver wanted to beat every person with a camera, but he wasn't going to waste time on anger now. "Turn around."
She seemed to gather her courage and nodded. She turned but pressed her back against him as though she needed the connection.
He needed it, too. Gently, he stroked her arms, coaxing her to let the dress go. "Show them how pretty you are. Show them you're ready to take everything they have to give."
She released the pretty silk. The dress pooled around her ankles.
Oliver cupped her breasts, offering them up to his brothers. Now he was quite happy he didn't have to deal with her bra. Those breasts were too lovely to be hidden. Round and firm, with perfect pinkish brown nipples made to be licked and nibbled on. "She's soft and warm and so fucking gorgeous it's nearly impossible to imagine. Her breasts are sensitive. These little nipples respond beautifully when you suck them."
He rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers, enjoying the way she fidgeted and arched against him. Her backside brushed his erection. Tiny silk knickers covered her. All it would take was a twist of his hands around that delicate fabric to see her bare.
"That's not the only beautiful thing I see. Tell me, Oliver, before you fucked everything up, how did it feel to be inside that tight pussy?" Callum asked, his voice hoarse.