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I comply.
Rhys’s eyes practically turn black. “She’s fucking perfect,” he says, approvingly.
“I know, right?” Hollis says, like he’s proud he discovered me, then he presses a firm kiss to my bare shoulder. “Show us, baby. Show us how you play with that pretty pussy.”
That helps. His direction.
He moves down the bed so they’re both at my feet, watching.
I turn on the toy. It’s small and pretty—peach-colored. Shaped a little like a flower. It’s The Flutter from Just for Her, designed to simulate a tongue. If Hollis had picked a huge dong, I’d be worried. A small bullet and I might have been bored.
This vibe says the gifter put some serious thought into it. It’s easy to use, easier to teach.
When I teach poses in class, I show and I tell. With this toy, I start with a demonstration. I slide it down my chest first as two pairs of enrapt eyes stare at me like I’m the center of their world. It’s heady, their gazes on me. Their hands on me too. Hollis runs a hand up my calf, fingers grazing behind my right knee. Rhys runs his warm palm along my left thigh.
The twin attention is all new. And so good because it’s so much. I feel…surrounded.
I roam a thumb over my nipple, pinching it as my other hand travels down my stomach.
“Jesus,” Hollis rasps out.
I grab my breast harder, getting into it.
“Fucking hell,” Rhys grunts.
They like the show. I give them one, spreading my knees wider.
“Briar,” Hollis groans, squeezing my calf, then dipping his face to my leg, planting a kiss there like he just can’t resist touching me. “You’re soaked.”
“She’s dripping,” Rhys adds, and they sound mesmerized.
I feel like I’m glowing inside. Sparking. “I like…it like this,” I say, letting the toy travel between my legs and pressing it to my clit. My hips shoot up. “Oh god,” I groan.
“Yes,” Hollis murmurs.
Rhys drops his face to kiss my hip.
I slide the toy up and down in tiny motions, gliding over my eager clit. Showing them what I like—laser attention on that one spot.
I’m not sure how to say this to them, but most men eat a woman out like they’re sucking the juice out of a whole piece of fruit and that’s just…not my thing. I need a man who’s not afraid to love on my clit.
I close my eyes, apply a little pressure, then find the guts to say what I want. “I like all the focus on my clit,” I say.
“Do you like it fast? Hard? Firm?” Rhys’s voice is thick with lust.
“Start off slow, but don’t suck it.” All the things I’ve never said come out of my mouth in raspy little breaths as I show them. “It’s like a symphony of the clit. It should grow louder, bolder, more beautiful. But I want all the attention centered here, right here.”
“Do you like fingers, love?” Rhys asks, his hands, dancing closer to my wet center.
That’s a good question. “I don’t know,” I admit, then shrug as I knead my breast with my left hand, rub my clit with the toy in my right hand, electricity shooting higher in my cells as I turn up the speed. “I don’t fuck myself with my fingers.”
But I think I do know what I want. “Will you go down on me?” I ask Rhys, then I say to Hollis, “While you?—”
I barely have to say play with my tits.
Hollis moves like The Flash. He’s wedging his body behind me in no time, pulling my back against his chest, his arms roping around me. “I get to play with these beauties,” he gloats as he fondles my tits while Rhys settles between my thighs, his hands roaming down my legs as I turn off the toy, setting it on the mattress.
He meets my gaze, offering me a hopeful, dirty grin. “And now I attempt to turn my tongue into a sex toy.”
