Chapter 40

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H enry heads to the kitchen to make popcorn while Dylan and Theo escort me to the couch, settling my body between them. We bicker back and forth over what movie to watch until a game of rock-paper-scissors decides for us. The Proposal it is. Maybe a nice light-hearted comedy will keep the mood light and make it easier to keep to my resolution of waiting to sleep with them until after the masquerade ball. Theo queues the movie, waiting to press play until Henry comes in with two bowls of popcorn, one bigger than the other. He hands me the large bowl, keeping the smaller one for himself, and sits in the chair perpendicular to the couch.

"Henry, we can make room on the couch," I protest.

"We'll take turns, Red. I know exactly where I'm going to end up, and it's not going to be on the couch." The look in his eyes–the way his gaze sweeps over my body, tells me exactly what he's thinking, and I can't fucking wait.

"Where are you going to end up?" I ask, my voice barely a whisper, my stomach clenching.

"You'll see." He grins, reaching over Theo to squeeze my thigh. His wink has me imagining all sorts of naughty things. High on the list is his face between my legs. I clench my thighs together, stifling a groan, shifting my concentration to the movie while I stuff a handful of popcorn into my mouth. Henry's dark chuckle skitters over me, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Theo's eyes stay on the TV screen, but he wraps an arm around me, pulling me into his side, sliding his hand back and forth over my arm to warm me up. Dylan picks up my feet, swinging them into his lap. I groan as he digs his knuckles into the arch of my foot, relieving the incessant ache that comes from being on your feet for the entire day.

By the time Sandra Bullock is dancing around the fire with Betty White, I'm halfway draped over Theo's lap, and Dylan is running his fingertips from the tips of my toes to my ankle. I stretch my legs, the ball of my foot brushing against something hard. Dylan's gaze flies to mine, his hips thrusting slightly, his erection sliding along the bottom of my foot.

Holy mother of god.

Theo feels my body tense and catches on immediately, his hand sliding to my waist, fingertips kneading where the crease of my thigh meets my abdomen. I glance over at Henry and nearly combust. He has a tight grip on his cock through his pants, his hand moving steadily. My moan catches his attention, and he drops to his knees, crawling over to me. Greedy hands pull my feet to the ground; he rips off my clothes as Theo pulls me into his lap, spreading my knees wide.

"Henry!" I gasp, trying to scramble back, but Theo doesn't let me move, reaching over my arms to grab my thighs, spreading them even more, pinioning me in place.

"Fuck." My breath stutters out of me as Henry drags his cheek over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. Every nerve ending is firing off signals to my brain, making my body feel like it's melting into a puddle of burning-hot magma. The only thought I'm capable of is how I can get Henry's mouth on me faster. I arch my back, trying to move closer, only for Theo to swivel his hips, adjusting himself so his cock rides along my ass crack. I whimper, writhing against them, demanding more .

"Your pussy is so pretty when it weeps for us," Henry rasps, catching a drip with his finger and slowly licking it off, his eyes rolling back as he savors my desire.

"I don't think I can do this," I pant, my chest heaving.

Henry sits back on his heels immediately, giving me space. "What do you mean?"

"It's too much. Not enough."

"What do you mean, Isla?" he asks again, those blue eyes making the butterflies in my stomach riot.

"I mean, I need your mouth on me right this fucking second." I reach forward and grip the back of his head, leaning back as I pull him to the apex of my thighs. The sound that comes out of me when his tongue finally laps at my clit is inhuman, a primal moan that comes from deep in my chest.

"Fucking hell, Isla," Theo groans, his lips grazing my ear.

"Dylan–" I reach for him, and he instinctively knows what I need, climbing off the couch to kneel on my other side, circling my nipple with his tongue before sucking it deep. My body bows under their attention, all vestiges of self-consciousness evaporating as they worship my body.

"You taste so fucking good," Henry growls, the vibrations of his voice doing unmentionable things to my pussy. I jerk against his mouth, my entire body trembling as he fits his mouth against me and sucks.

"Perfect time to give in and fuck me already," I pant, holding Henry's gaze as he does his best to make me fall apart. "No!" I cry out as he pushes two fingers into me, circling them over my G-spot. I come immediately, arousal pouring out of me as he fucks me with his fingers. He waits until the tremors have stopped before breaking contact, a grin pulling at his lips. The way he's looking at me, I swear I could come again. I watch him as he stands, his cock straining against his pants. I need to taste him. I slide from Theo's lap and reach for Henry's waistband, but he grabs my wrists, stopping me.

"Please, Henry. "

"Isla, we've already talked about this," he breathes, indecision warring in his eyes.

"Yeah, just like we've already talked about the fact that I'm all in, and that was your only reason for not doing it in the first place."

"I–I can't, Isla."

"What do you mean you can't?" I press.

"I mean, I won't be able to give you the respect you deserve. Maybe after we've been together for a while, but there's this base instinct in me that I just can't get away from."

"Did you stop to think that might be exactly what I'm craving? Maybe I don't want to be respected. Maybe I just want you to let me give you the best blow job of your life."

"Isla–"

"Henry, at least let me decide for myself. If you're going too hard, I'll tap out. No harm, no foul."

He nods tightly, releasing my wrists, his pupils blowing out as he watches me unbuckle his belt. I feel like I've been waiting for this day for ages. I pull him out and immediately take him in my mouth, unable to wait for the silky heaviness of his cock pressing past my lips or the euphoria that comes from making him feel like a god. I slide my tongue over his slit, tasting him, reveling in the way his body trembles under my touch. I press forward until my lips touch his abdomen and then pull back, gripping him with two hands and twisting them over his length.

"Isla," he grinds out, his jaw clenching as he struggles for control.

I suck on his tip like it's my favorite lollipop, hollowing my cheeks, teasing the underside with the tip of my tongue. I move one hand to the back of his thigh, dragging my nails up his hamstring, palming his ass, and squeezing the obscenely tight muscle. I run my finger down his crack, watching his face for a reaction, smiling around his cock as his knees nearly buckle. Who would've guessed my big bad Henry would like a little ass play? Not me, but I can't wait to give him what he wants.