My father has terrible timing.
Iris' is even worse. As soon as Lewis crosses the room, her dulcet tones echo, bringing news I simultaneously mourn and revel in.
"Incoming holo-call from Ryker," she pauses, allowing the soft fluttering of my ringtone to play, "projecting call into the lab as instructed previously."
However, it doesn't stop either of them.
Lewis' fingers slide into my hair and grasp tightly, manipulating the tilt of my neck to the way he likes. His tongue dips along the curve of my neck, trailing until it reaches my collarbone. Groaning, I sink my fingers into Jason's hair and buck my hips.
Softly, Jason's lips center on my clit and suck. I shriek his name, forcing myself against the wall as my legs tremble. He keeps them spread, anchoring his newly acquired strength to overpower mine.
The pleasures from the night before are fresh in muscles. They ache as they stretch. But my mind is on better things.
I want to come. I must. But my thoughts and hunger for sex turn to sand and drift out as though they were between fingers, falling to the floor when Ryker's name slips out of the speakers.
"Holo-call transferring in—"
Ryker. No. He has terrible, terrible timing.
"Iris—wait—I'm not—" Decent.
Idiot. I should have told her to wait—decline—whatever would send him to voicemail. But now, it's too late and I can't let him catch us like this.
In a blind rush, I yank out of their hold. With Lewis' fingers caught in my hair and Jason kneeling before me, I'm knocked off balance. Yelping, I teeter, wildly thrashing to catch on to something. Anything.
Together, they reach out to catch me and miss. Like a rock, I topple to the floor—face first—in a heap. Ow...
The stone floors rob me of breath, but I'm too focused on getting my underwear on my hips along with my pants. Ryker can't see me like this. He gave his blessing to Chris and Chris alone.
I can't imagine how he'd react to seeing Lewis and Jason touching me. And the others, too? Wincing, I rush to buckle my belt and straighten my shirt.
Amused, Lewis and Jason watch. Briefly, they glance at one another, knowing smiles curling on their lips. Jason rises from the floor, tucking his fingers into his mouth to lick away my release. I'm wetter watching him.
"You didn't finish," Jason says, stepping toward me. "Come here."
I did finish. The mischievous man licked it clean from his fingers less than a minute ago. How can he want more?
How is his jaw not aching? His knees not sore? His fingers not tired from curling inside of me until my eyes were rolling back in my head?
It was just his fingers. How would the rest be? How good—?
It's embarrassing. A few minutes was all it took for Jason to reduce me to a simpering slut. Did he learn those techniques from the uplink? Did seeing and feeling things from my perspective make him a better lover?
And the others?
Is this how they always knew exactly how to make me come? How to make me scream? How to make me beg for more when I know I'm barely hanging onto my sanity?
"No," I gasp, shooting to my feet and scrambling backward. If they touch me, I'll fold. I'll let them do whatever they want to me. "You both should be in recovery."
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The Six: Genesis | A Reverse Harem Novel
FantasyFollowing her parent's brutal murder, Blue Hawthorne sets out to protect what's left of her broken family and ultimately change the face of human evolution forever. With the creation of her brainchild, Project Lazarus, she finds not only security an...