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As the man behind me groaned by my ear, the one in front of me let out a low growl and popped open the button of his pants. Slade’s fingers flirted with the edge of my panties; he ran the tips over the small bow there, and I jutted my hips forward in an effort to get him to go lower.
My pussy was throbbing, my panties soaked, and as I stared at Jagger, who was busy watching Slade’s fingers, I couldn’t stop myself from saying, “So you like to watch, huh?”
When Jagger’s eyes found mine, I noticed the way his lips were drawn tight and his jaw ticked, and then Slade chuckled by my ear.
“Be careful little girl,” Slade said, but it was too late now. I’d thrown caution to the wind back in the bar. I wanted whatever it was that was on the other side of that warning, and I was going to use everything in my power to get it.
I placed my free hand on top of Slade’s where it rested low on my abdomen, and with my eyes locked on Jagger’s, I directed Slade’s fingers beneath the front of my thong, dipping our fingers down…down…down, until—
“Fuck it.”
—Jagger finally snapped.
He took two steps forward, grabbed hold of my chin, and crushed his mouth on top of mine. I opened for him immediately, and Jagger thrust his tongue deep inside my mouth at the same time his hand slid down over mine and Slade’s.
I gripped the back of Slade’s neck and moaned as I shoved my hips forward, and Jagger guided all of our fingers between the slick folds of my sex. He sucked on my lower lip, as Slade nipped at my ear, and then Jagger issued a ragged promise I knew I’d never be able to forget.
“I hope you’re ready, because we’re going to fucking devour you tonight, wildcat.”
Chapter Four
THE FIRE IN Jagger’s eyes was now burning out of control, as I panted, my breasts rising and falling as one of them—I had no idea who—grazed his thumb over my clit, then Slade said by my ear, “Fuck. You’re so damn wet.”
I had no doubt, which made the only thing wrong with this scenario the fact that they still had too many clothes on—that needed to change, now.
I pressed my ass back against Slade’s thick erection, and moaned as a rumble left his throat and he pushed his fingers inside me. Jagger was eyeing my mouth as I softly cried, and I slicked my tongue across my lower lip, hoping to entice him back for round two. One kiss from him hadn’t nearly been enough. Jagger was demanding, passionate, and sexier than I ever could’ve imagined, and when he removed his hand from between my legs to bring his fingers up to his mouth, I tightened my grip on the back of Slade’s neck and held on.
My knees felt weak, my breathing now at an all-time rapid pace, as Jagger slowly sucked his wet fingers between his lips and made a sound that had my body clenching around Slade’s fingers.
“Mmm,” Jagger said as he pulled his fingers free. “You taste fucking delicious.”
I bucked forward, the pleasure enveloping me, threatening to pull me under, because Slade had been right about that one fact earlier tonight. If I was with the right man—or men, in this case—I could come several times over, easy.
But I’d be damned if I missed a single thing that was about to happen here, especially when Jagger kicked out of his shoes and moved his hands to the zipper of his pants. I wanted to see everything that he was about to show me, and I wanted to feel what Slade was grinding against my ass.
Jagger shoved his pants to the floor and kicked them aside, and when his long, stiff dick came into view, my thighs clenched and my breath caught in the back of my throat. Jagger’s body was phenomenal. With his large feet now braced to keep him steady, his muscular thighs bunched as he began to stroke himself, and I swallowed back the desperate plea that he come closer.
“Like what you see?” he said, repeating my earlier words.
Slade’s deep chuckle by my ear sent a second wave of lust shimmering through my body, and when I arched my neck, he kissed beneath my ear and said, “Oh, she likes it. Her pussy’s about to break my fucking fingers.”
Jagger took a couple of steps and then said in a voice that almost made my knees give out, “Then maybe we should move this along and give your fingers a break.”
Slade slowly withdrew his hand from between my thighs, and I whimpered. It was clear that these two had done this before. There was a role each of them had naturally taken, and one they had very easily suggested I fill, and when Jagger reached out and ran his fingers over the crotch of my soaked panties and said, “Take these off,” it was clear who the lead was in this dance.
