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“Hold her there while I go wash my hands,” Jardin commanded.
“With pleasure,” Carrick murmured before kissing her. She was on fire. Nerve endings had been lit and she only knew one way to put them out.
Jardin didn’t take long, thank God, and he was soon kneeling next to them on the bed. Carrick drew back from her mouth to suckle on her nipple as Jardin ran his hand over her ass cheek.
“Fifteen. Carrick, help our girl stay quiet.”
She couldn’t believe they were going to do this. But Jardin didn’t waste time, landing two heavy smacks on her ass as Carrick smothered the noises that escaped with his mouth. Each smack that landed made her clench around the plug and drove her arousal higher and higher until she was dizzy. Until she was drunk on lust. Desire.
The sting barely even registered through her haze of need.
“Fuck that’s a pretty sight,” Jardin said, pausing to massage her cheeks.
Carrick moved back to suck on her neck. Jardin ran a finger along her slit. “How about this, sweetness? You stay quiet on your own for the rest of these and I won’t make you wait for your orgasm. But you cry out, make a noise, and you’ll wait until both Carrick and I are satisfied.”
Fuck. Fuck. She nodded. She wanted that orgasm so badly. Carrick continued to kiss her neck, a spot he seemed obsessed with, while Jardin laid another smack on her ass. She bit down on her lip. Her eyes watered but not from pain.
More. More. It wasn’t enough.
Another smack. She managed to hold in her cry.
Another one. Christ, this was so hard, but she could do it. She took in a gasp of air.
Another.
Last one. It landed right over the end of the plug and God help her, it was difficult to hold her cries back.
But she did it. She gave him a triumphant look. Jardin smiled while Carrick chuckled.
“Good girl,” Jardin murmured. “Another choice.”
Oh. Shit.
They were definitely trying to kill her.
“You can ride Carrick’s face while I suck him off. Or you can finger yourself while we both watch.”
What kind of a choice was that?
“I’ll, um, ride his face.”
Jesus. Jardin was good at this dirty talk. She was not.
Carrick let go of her legs then lay down on his back with a grin. She rolled over, feeling the plug shift inside her. Shit.
Jardin slapped her ass. “And don’t lose that plug, or I’ll make you wear it to breakfast tomorrow.”
Christ.
Killing her.
* * *
Carrick watched Thea move over him, her full breasts swaying as she climbed into position, her thighs straddling his face.
“Ride me, Thea,” he commanded, grabbing her hips. “Place your hands on the headboard and don’t fucking move them. Understand me?”
Her eyes widened and she nodded. He pulled her hips down until her pussy was right over his mouth.
