The Art of Temptation

Jemma’s [POV]

I’m trapped. Pinned to a wall with no way out. No escape.

Oh lord help me, what have I done?

A whimper catches on my lips and it takes everything I have not to scream. Not to release all the emotions burning through my body like rocket fuel sizzling every cell of my body from the inside out.

I cry louder, breathing heavier, my heart racing faster than it ever has before. I don’t know how to handle all the rioting inside me. So I stop trying.

Not that anyone can hear us three floors up while a college party rages on downstairs. I'd be lying if I said the idea of someone busting in on us didn't make me cream a little more.

Pleasure sends my eyes rolling closed as my entire world spins on its axis, totally and utterly out of control.

That’s what they are doing to me. Making me lose all my good sense. They make me feel more than I have in the last five years combined and that scares me as much as it excites me.

My three masked mystery men.

Gorgeous, made of granite, and beyond aroused. Knowing they are this hard for me sends a wave of heat to pool between my legs.

No names, no pressure, no expectations beyond these stolen moments we have before the clock strikes midnight on New Year’s Eve.

Dark Eyes, the one with an easygoing smile and mountains of muscles to my right, leans in and scrapes his teeth across my neck, causing my scream to finally break free. Chuckling, he retraces the path with his wicked tongue and I shudder, gasping and so desperately ready for the promise of more I see in the depth of his eyes. I don’t want this to end, for us to be discovered. To break our little fantasy bubble. And it seems neither do they because a hot mouth claims mine, swallowing all my cries of pleasure.

“Are you protected?”

I know what he is asking and briskly nod. “The pill.”

“Show me. I want to see what I’m about to claim,” Whiskey Eyes, the beast of a man between my legs fisting his massive cock, hisses. He strokes himself and God, he’s huge. So fucking thick I’m dying to find out what he will feel like when he finally opens me wide and pushes every last inch of his gorgeous cock inside me.

My whole body trembles, and melts with anticipation, sending my heart into a fluttering race.

All three hover so close our heavy breathing mingles along with our body heat. Between us a roaring heat blazes and when our gazes collide, I find the raw need inside me mirrored back.

To my left, the one I consider the broody one with the dark purple mask and sexy scruff kisses me, and before I have the good sense to push my way out of here, to run, to save myself from bad decisions I kiss him back.

It hadn’t taken much to catch their attention and tease them into following me up two flights of stairs and stealing away in a half-lit room. My friend is to blame for my sudden burst of sensuality and I’m rolling with it. For now.

Thick, dark locks of hair glide through my fingers as I pull him impossibly close. The man is already invading my space enough to where I feel his heart rate matching mine beat for beat. The bulge in his pants throbbing against my hip.

God help me he tasted savage. Like unfiltered lust. He’s gentle at first but the second his tongue dances over mine, he takes it deeper. Harder. There’s no denying something sparks between us in that second. I don’t have a lick of experience to compare the zing of adrenaline that a single kiss shoots through me, but I know no one kisses like that and simply forgets. Do they? I hope not. That’s why I’m here after all. To usher in the new year with something so wild, so unbridled I’ll always be able to say… I did that for me. This one time. My best friend was right. I’ve held myself back long enough.

When he pulls away I look on as he edges up the hem of my skirt for his friend, revealing the black silk of my panties to all three.

And suddenly it hits me. This is happening. I’m doing this.

I’m about to give myself to three men in the spare room of a college friend while everyone parties it out downstairs.

Briefly I wonder if I should have gone with a lacy pair of panties, but I don’t have to carry that thought for long. These three seem to not care about silk versus lace anyway.

Not in the least. All they want is me bare to them.

Whiskey Eyes peels away the soaked cloth and the second they see just how ready I am for what they have planned, all three growl hungrily.

Buttons pop and shirts fall. All the rest coming off is a blur. They are no better than wolves who’ve caught their prey.

Me.

Dressed in a blue cape and barely there skirt with a skimpy top, I basically delivered myself up for their feast.

Two sets of strong hands spread my thighs for their friend and I watch as Whiskey Eyes falls to his knees with a hungry look in his eye. When he drags the pad of his wet tongue over my throbbing clit I cry out so loud my whole world quakes. Reaching around he grabs my ass, tilting me just right where he can get a better taste.

I dig my fingers into his hair. “Oh—yes—good,” I moan. There’s truly nothing between us and that makes me wetter. Girl-cum drips down the crack of my ass and I can feel it wetting me in places I’ve never had a man before.

I shudder at the thought. Hoping...maybe. Would I be brave enough if it came to that?

He stands and suddenly I’m lifted and left with no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to the bed.

Who it belongs to, I don't know but I’m grateful all the same.

Muscles bulge and ripple beneath my thighs. I tense in his arms and let out a throaty moan when my masked lover deposits me on the bed.

He moves over me with the other two coming beside me to hold my legs wide. Hot skin on skin.

“You’re a fucking goddess,” he groans, taking an exposed nipple between his lips and giving it a hard tug. “So pink and tasty. Sweet candy.”

Dark Eyes tucks a finger beneath my chin and pulls my lips to his. He’s not as demanding as the broody one and the contrast is mind blowing. This one likes to take his time and savor his treats.

“Greedy girl wants all of us,” the broody one husks.

Breaking the kiss, I lock my eyes on the one between my legs, sensing the wait is over.

And I’m right.

He tunnels his hands under my ass. Holding me firmly, he lifts me until the head of his cock sits at my entrance. He pushes the thick, swollen crown of his cock past my pussy lips and sinks balls-deep in one smooth glide.

Writhing under him, I move my hips but he grips me in place.

“Now, now, naughty girl. Let me fuck you. You make me come too fast and we’ll have to start all over again.”

Dazed, I fail to see the problem. I open my mouth to say as much when he withdraws, dips the head with shallow strokes, teasing me mercilessly before plunging back in. Only he does it harder this time, filling me fully.

“Oh! God, yes.” I whimper and roll my head back and forth. I expected resistance, but this is so far removed from any of my expectations I might burn alive in their arms.

I lock my ankles and drive him deeper. “Such a bad girl. You want a dirty, hard fucking, don’t you,” the one fucking me growls lowly. He pushes forward when leaning over me and gruffly whispers, “Easy, baby. You sure you can handle me working your tight pussy harder?”

Hands slide over my body and I can’t keep my eyes open. It all feels so good.