The Six: Genesis | A Reverse Harem Novel

Sixty-Four

Hypothesize.

Attempt.

Analyze.

Recalibrate and reattempt.

His green eyes catch my every move as he touches me—traces me—and commits every part of me to memory. I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place. Trapped against the immovable server tower at my back, and Michael's muscular form spreading my legs open.

At my knees, Chris' pants rest awkwardly, stretched taut while Michael looks to his fill. I shudder as his right hand trails along my waist and upward, digging under my shirt toward my breasts. It stops there, drifting back and forth to tease my hard nipples.

A soft smile pulls at the edges of his mouth. I'm lost in it, surrendering to the emotions pouring into the link we share. It expands, swallowing us down into a rabbit hole.

I want more. I need more.

Gently, his fingers follow the same path downward, adding slight pressure where my ribs meet my skin and along the curves of my waist to meet my hip. My body shudders reflexively, pushing toward the featherlight pressure driving me insane. More information for his mind to process, more information to stockpile and use later.

"So, that's how you like it best..." his voice is soft, deep and honeyed, in my ear. "What about... here? Do you like it here, too?"

I draw an unsteady breath as his hand skates along the lower part of my abdomen. He's not touching my pussy, only carving a path where my abs end and they swinging to cup my other breast. Speechless, my body hangs against him, hungry for more than a soft caress.

"I wonder if I can make you come with a single touch?" His voice is gruff, grating, and hungry. "I could listen to you gasp and groan all day for the rest of my life. Now I know what you'll sound like when I'm inside you."

"Micha—ah! Please... please, Michael.."

When I speak, his lips lower to my neck and latch on. I'm a mess when they do, squirming and sputtering his name on a prayer for mercy. If he would just... just... fuck me already.

"Please what, Blue?" His lips kiss along the curve up my neck, making their way to my ear again. I shy away from him, halfway turning my head to keep him from sinking his teeth into the cartilage. "Please touch you? I am."

The plea to fuck me is on the tip of my tongue, ready to tumble out into the world, but I can't will them out. I'm caught. Barely able to stay afloat over the lust threatening to devour me whole.

I'm with Chris. I'm with Charlie. They'd never accept a third and I shouldn't ask.

I can't.

Shaking my head, I press my hands to Michael's chest, but he doesn't budge. In frustration, I knock my hands against his pecs. He's solid as concrete.

Would he let me go if I asked? I don't want to ask. I want this to continue.

I want to come for him, and I want him to do the same for me. He's always exercised the most precise control. Watching the veil fall away from his features as he lets himself go would be a delicious treat.

He tires of my fighting and cages my hands together when I try to strike him a second time, lifting them above my head to rest on the glass door. This way, I must beg his mercy and hope he gives it. Unable to escape or move, I can only watch and enjoy as he continues his exploration of my body.

"Do you want me to stop, Blue?" He asks, tugging my nipple with his free hand. I groan, jerking my hips to his. "Or do you want me to keep going?"

"Michael..." I gasp his name. "Please... I..."