“Never have to tell me twice.” He chuckles, his aqua eyes burning with his own straining need. He strokes me from rib to hip, his touch hot against my already feverish skin, while he goes back to kissing me.
It’s too much and not enough. I squirm, my legs pressed tightly together to contain the ache blooming between them as I grip and tug on Donovan’s big body, desperately wanting it on top of mine.
He does his best to oblige from his awkward position beside Nolan and me. His hand slips to my back as he braces on his elbow on the far side of my hip, his bare chest pressed to my exposed stomach. I let out a low moan as he licks the valley between my breasts, exposed by the deep V-collar of the shirt.
Nolan’s feeding slows to that of savoring, his teeth easing from my flesh until it’s only his fangs biting into my skin. I release a breathy sigh from the pleasure of his hot tongue sliding along my skin as he laps up the trickling blood. His desperate grip in my hair eases to one of gentle playing. He pulls his other arm out from under Donovan to stroke up and down mine, his hand wonderfully warm. There’s a soothing quality to his touch that calms some of the urgent need inside me.
“Damn, you’re so fucking hot,” Donovan murmurs sitting up enough to take in my mussed form. His gaze takes special notice of how the shirt is now tangled around me, my pale blue lace and silk underwear fully on display.
There’s a hum of agreement from Nolan as he retracts the tips of his fangs from my flesh, and then he releases a low sigh of relief while he licks me clean.
“How do you feel?” I pant, trying to hold onto my last brain cell while Donovan starts kissing his way down my exposed stomach.
“Much, much better,” he purrs, pulling on the collar of my shirt so he can press his lips to my shoulder. “How doyoufeel?”
“Like I’m about to burst into flames,” I blurt, trembling under the intensity of my own desires. My heart skips when Donovan gets close to the waistband of my panties. However, instead of continuing straight down, he lifts my right leg and diverts his kisses along my thigh as he moves down the bed.
“That sounds… uncomfortable.” Nolan laughs, his breath warm against the shell of my ear.
“A little bit.” I groan as Nolan’s fingers trace the swell of my breasts.
“Would you like some help with that?” Donovan asks with a wicked grin as he settles on his knees at the foot of the bed, the mattress sagging under his weight. He braces my right foot on his shoulder while the other is lifted into his lap.
“That would be… uh… helpful?” I stutter breathlessly, words failing me as he slowly strokes my raised leg, one hand holding my foot while the other slides from my ankle up to my inner thigh and back down. It’s a teasing touch designed to make me crave more.
“You know D and I live to serve,” Nolan boasts and then sucks on my earlobe.
“Uh-huh,” I chirp, curling my toes when Donovan gets very close to brushing against the apex of my thighs. My body quivers under the sensation of his calloused fingertips on my sensitive flesh.
“How can we be… helpful?” Donovan asks with a grin full of straight white teeth. I ponder if he’d continue to be so smug if the foot I have in his lap did some stroking of its own.
“Anything you need, love,” Nolan promises, his voice a silken ribbon of sound that ties up my inhibitions. “All you have to do is ask.”
“I, uh…” I sputter, not knowing how to describe what I want. My hormones want the release Donovan is teasing between my legs, the venom in my blood screams to have as much skin contact as possible, and my heart desires the intimacy of soft caresses between them both, where I touch as much as they touch me.
“Start with what you don’t want,” Donovan supplies as he licks his lips.
He takes my lowered leg and places it on his other shoulder, ready to give it some attention. My brain short-circuits when his eyes meet mine, lust-heavy eyelids drooping over a burning gaze, and he kisses my ankle. Then my shin. My calf. My knee. With each press of his lips, he leans farther forward, bracing one hand on the bed to keep his balance while spreading my legs wider to accommodate his broad shoulders and back.
I whimper, desperately wanting his lips to continue to where I ache the most. Trying to gather what rational thought still rattles around in my head, I mutter, “I’m not… ready for…”
“Sex, I know,” Donovan confirms, playfully nipping my other thigh. “Anything else?”
Nolan’s hands perform featherlight touches down my stomach, and I arch my back in answer, the barely there caress driving me mad with need.
“Underwear stays on.” I gasp when Nolan’s pinkie plays with the lacy edge of my panties.
“I hope you mean only yours.” Donovan laughs darkly, settling onto his stomach. “Because we’re not wearing any.”
“Of course you’re not,” I reply sarcastically, the end of my sentence swinging high when Nolan’s hand slides up my torso and cups my breasts over the shirt. Awareness burns down my skin, curious if it really is only a sheet and blanket that separates me from the hardness pressing into my lower back.
“Is this okay?” Nolan murmurs, stroking his thumbs over my sensitive nipples, which are covered with layers of fabric. “Touching you over your clothes like this?”
I nod like an overstretched bobble head, while the lusty side of me wants to shove his hands underneath it all, desperate to feel his skin on more of mine.
“How about our mouths?” Donovan asks, and his warm breath against my damp panties shoots a pulse of need between my legs.
My hands fist in Donovan’s silken hair, paralyzed with indecision. Part of me panics that this is too fast, too soon. It worries me that I’m playing with fire by being this intimate when I’m not ready for more. Is it cruel to do this to them when I’m too nervous to reciprocate? The other part is brazen, scoffing at my fear. I love these two, so why wouldn’t I let them touch me in the ways I want to be explored and test the boundaries of my desire?
