Page 38 of Raven
Warmth encasedme from both sides, and I tried to remember if I’d fallen asleep in my grilled cheese Oodie last night. My fingers found the hem of my shirt, so I pulled it over my head and tossed it. Gah. I hated wearing clothes to bed. They felt too constricting, and I always overheated. Air hit my bare skin, cooling me off.Aww, that was better.Soon I fell back into slumber.
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Whispering wokeme the next time, my mind fighting to hear what was being said or return to my dream.
“Holy shit. She’s naked. Did you do that?”
“I’m good at sleight of hand, but I’m not good enough to remove someone’s shirt, Bro. But thanks for the vote of confidence.”
“Should we be looking? I feel bad, but also like I can’t look away,” the voice in front of me said.
“What do they look like?” the voice behind me asked.
“Perfect. They’re plump and round. My fingers ache to touch them, to cup them in my hand, to feel their weight. Her nipples are plump and puckered, the areolas are a dark pink. They would fit into my mouth so easily,” the voice purred.
My heart rate increased as I listened to them describe my body. I’d never heard anyone say such erotic things about me before. A pulsing in my core beat the same speed as my heart, and the urge to move my legs overwhelmed me. I kept my eyes closed and my breathing as even as possible, wanting to hear more from them.
“Fucking hell, that sounds divine. My dick is so hard right now it’s practically straining my boxers. I’m having to hold myself back from grinding into her pert ass.”
The voice in front of me groaned, the sheets rustling as he moved. “You’re stronger than me, Brother. I don’t know how you’ve managed to keep your hand still without running it over her.”
His voice sounded different this time, a little breathier and huskier. It made me want to open my eyes to discover what made him sound that way. The throbbing intensified, a slickness developing between my legs.
“Her skin is so soft, and she smells divine.”
A nose behind me trailed over my shoulder, goosebumps spreading everywhere he touched. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from gasping. A sound of faster movement in front of me pulled my focus back as I tried to distinguish what it was.
“Are you spanking your monkey, Port?” the voice behind asked, their voice shocked. I tried to understand what Phoenix meant now that I could identify them. In the dark room, half asleep, their voices were too similar to distinguish.
“Uh-huh. I can’t help it. If you had this view, you would too. Fuck. My dick is so hard and leaking just from her tits. I’m going to explode all over them the first time I taste her,” Porter said unapologetically.
“You’re going to scare her,” Phoenix hissed.
I didn’t know why Phoenix thought I’d be scared. If anything, it turned me on more. Giving up the battle to keep myself still, I moved my legs, my butt moving backward and bumping into a hard length. Phoenix moaned at the action, the hand on my hip tightening. I did it again, liking how he sounded. Fluttering my eyes open, they landed on the honey-blond man in front of me, his green eyes bright and focused on me.
I licked my lips, his attention ramping my desire up tenfold. He smiled and winked. His shoulders dropped back down, and I wondered if he’d been nervous I would freak out like his brother had suggested. I still didn’t understand why he thought that.
The hand behind me flexed again, his fingers moving ever so slightly up and down my thigh, bringing goosebumps to the surface. My eyes trailed down Porter, taking in his bare chest. The tattoos that covered his right arm continued over his right peck. It was an intricate design; I wished I could see better. Going lower, my legs shifted again as I took in his abs, the muscles defined. I’d never understood the appeal before, but staring at Porter’s naked body, I wanted to lick and touch every single one.
The sheet covered his hips, his hand moving beneath it. He stopped as I spotted it, his face grimacing as if it pained him to do so. Reaching out, I gripped the sheet and met his eyes as I asked if it was okay. He nodded, licking his lips, and my legs moved again, garnering another groan from Phoenix as I rubbed up against his hardness.
Slowly, I lowered the sheet, blinking at what I discovered. Porter’s hand was wrapped around his cock, squeezing it and making the dark purple tip leak. I kept watching, entranced as his hand stroked it slowly at first. The longer I looked, the faster his movement began.
The body behind me moved closer, his dick nudging my butt on its own. Phoenix’s head nestled into my neck, his cheek pressing against mine.
“Do you like to watch, Raven?”
I nodded, licking my lips. “I’ve never seen someone do that before,” I admitted, my voice soft and husky.
“Is this okay?” he asked, moving his hand over my belly, his thumb brushing against the underside of my boob. I rocked back into him, liking how he felt against me.
“Yes,” I breathed, struggling to keep my eyes open to watch Porter.
“Hot damn, Rave. You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
His words felt like hot pokers, searing into me and making me feel sexy. Confidence I never had in the bedroom before emerged. Pushing my hand down my stomach, I took Phoenix’s hand and placed it between my legs. He froze behind me, so I moved his fingers for him, opening my legs as wide as I could in this position.
“Is she?” Porter asked.