Watch Me - Page 83

When he finishes, I’m a mess, and that’s when Seth moves in.

“See you upstairs, kitten.” Noah’s words come from a distance.

Locked in Seth’s gaze, I barely register the others getting on the elevator. My lips part as he grabs my hips. He backs me up until my ass hits the back of the couch.

“Feeling needy, princess?”

“Yes.” My hands are on his chest, waiting for him to kiss me.

“Coop didn’t satisfy you?” He lifts a golden eyebrow.

“He did,” I acknowledge. “But I want more.”

I’ve always had a healthy sexual appetite, but with these men, it feels like it’s on overdrive. I can’t get enough of them.

His thumb traces my lower lip, and he tugs down on it before slamming his mouth on mine. I can taste his need and desire. His hard cock presses against my stomach. Fuck, the craving is intense. I want him right now.

When he lifts his head, my lips feel bruised.

I try to draw his lips back to mine, but he spins me to face the couch and presses down on my back until my hands brace on the cushion. He flips my skirt up and grabs my ass cheeks, spreading them, massaging them.

“Has he taken your ass yet, princess?”

Unable to speak, I shake my head. Longing courses through my veins.

Seth slides my panties over my hips, and they flutter to my ankles. When I try to lift my feet, he slaps my ass. I cry out from the suddenness, but it didn’t really hurt. Fuck, that feels good.

“Those stay right there.” He rubs the sting out and then parts my cheeks. I can’t see him, but I imagine him eyeing my asshole and pussy. It makes me even wetter. “Do you want him to take this ass?”

“Yes.”

His fingers thrust into my aching core, and I groan, wanting more. Rocking my hips, I try to widen my legs, but my panties keep me from going farther.

When he pulls his fingers out, my core pulses, empty.

“Seth, please.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll make you come, but not yet.” His wet finger slides into my asshole, and my mouth opens at the sensations flooding me. He presses around like Coop did yesterday, rubbing the muscles and the sensitive nerves until I squirm beneath his touch.

His zipper going down sounds over my harsh breaths. I try to widen my legs again, but they’re stuck. He adds another finger to my asshole and scissors them inside me. Wetness trickles down my thigh.

“You like having your ass played with.”

It’s not a question. “Yes.”

The tip of his cock brushes my clit, and I hiss at the overwhelming sensation. He slides up to my entrance and inches in. Every inch is a little punishment, as it’s almost the friction I need but not enough at the same time.

His fingers are still in my ass when he finally presses his cock deep inside me. It throbs against my walls, and my pussy clamps around him.

“You might need to give us your hard limits tonight at dinner.” He pulls almost the entire way out before slowly easing back in.

I bite my lip against how good it feels and how badly I need more. So much more. When he’s fully inside me, he draws his fingers almost out of my ass before thrusting back in. I moan. My legs try to spread to take him deeper. My hips lift in an effort to move him, but I can’t move in my current position.

I’m helpless to seek my own release. But being helpless to Seth isn’t a bad thing.

He chuckles darkly as he keeps up his torturous pace, thrusting first his cock and then his fingers until I’m a writhing mess beneath him.

“Please, Seth,” I get out between moans.