17. Izzy

Chapter 17

Izzy

W armth spread along my arms and legs. I felt wet. Sensual.

Familiar.

This time in my sleep-addled state I knew exactly what this was. My brain wasn’t fully awake yet, but my body was being brought to life by the hands that were massaging along it.

I didn’t open my eyes or try to wake up, instead allowing the hands to explore me.

One moved to cup my cunt, large fingers pushing just at the edge of the entrance but not entering. The other stroked along my thighs, my hips, my sides, my breasts.

Both hands were being too careful, they weren’t pressing into me or gripping me the way I wanted them to.

I rolled myself into the fingers that still teased at my cunt, willing them to thrust into me.

“You really like this, don’t you?” the voice growled against my back, the vibrations shooting to my core in anticipation.

The person was wrapped around me from behind, their hard cock pressed into my ass, but still they did not take things further.

They were teasing me.

After a soft chuckle, the long fingers finally plunged into me, and I moaned my appreciation .

Keeping my eyes firmly shut, I willed them to push me to my limits. To take what they wanted.

I had told Maddox that this was okay, I had given prior consent to any of the three men in my orbit to wake me up this way, and I wanted this. I needed this.

A necessary escape from the realities of my world. From Oliver shunning my existence.

“Are you even awake or is your body just mine to play with?” His thumb moved to rub my clit as two fingers hooked into me.

Explosive shockwaves surged along my sleep numbed nerves. My body reacted to what it needed, to what it wanted.

In the darkness, half-asleep, was where I was the most comfortable.

There are no insecurities here, there is only want. Need. Lust.