“Whatchya doing?” I murmur.
“Touching you. Want me to stop?”
“Uh-uh.” I lean my head back until it’s resting against his chest and widen my legs. I knew this flared skirt would come in handy tonight.
Calix pushes my lacy panties to the side and glides his fingers up and down my slit. The loud thrum of the music is tickling my bones and filling my chest with every low beat of bass. Everyone around us is too lost in their own worlds to worry about mine. “Remember the first time you came over and asked to sit down?”
I nod. How could I forget? It was the first time I’d seen the real him, and I was drawn to him immediately. I didn’t know why then, but I do now.
“I imagined what it would be like to touch you then, to slide my hand up your thigh, wondering if you would be wet, hot.” He nibbles the back of my ear.
“I would have been. I wanted you too.” His finger slides farther down, and I feel him graze over my clit. A heavy sigh falls from my lips.
“I followed you home. You didn’t know that, did you?”
I don’t answer, just give a slight shake of my head. “I shifted when we reached your property so I wouldn’t be tempted to follow you inside the house. Would you have let me inside, Dami?” He pushes his finger inside me and begins to fuck me with it. It’s not enough, I want more.
“I probably would have tried to kill you, or at least pretended to try,” I reply, forcing my voice to stay even. Calix chuckles, and I feel it rumble up my back.
“I bet you would have enjoyed the fight.” He slides another finger inside to join the first. At this angle he can’t get deep, but knowing we’re in a crowded room full of people and he’s got his hands on me, in me, is more than enough to have me panting for release.
Calix uses his foot to hit the inside of my shoe, forcing my legs farther apart. I can feel the bulge of his cock against my ass, so I grind on him a little. The song changes, and he speeds up his rhythm, fucking me to the faster tempo.
A hand brushing against the front of my thigh has my eyes snapping open. I’m okay with providing a little show, but no one else is allowed to touch me. Grim’s tall figure looms over me. His face doesn’t give his thoughts away, but the way his fingers are sliding up my leg makes me think he approves.
Holy hell, just thinking about being between him and Calix is enough to have my pulse racing. “Are you just going to watch or help me out?” I feel Calix’s lips move against my temple as he speaks.
“Spin her,” Grim demands.
Calix slowly slides his fingers out of my pussy, making sure to tease my clit briefly before removing his hand completely. The next second, Grim grabs my upper arms and spins me so my ass is against him. He’s already hard. I wonder how long he’s been watching.
Calix slides his glistening fingers into his mouth and sucks as if he’s eager to taste me. It’s hot enough that I clench my thighs, but Grim isn’t having any of that. His hand snakes down my body and he grabs my ass cheek possessively. His other hand comes up in front of my face, and he orders, “Spit.” I don’t pretend I’m too ladylike for that shit; instead, I pull his fingers into my mouth and curl my tongue around them a few times while collecting saliva. When I pull them out, there’s a string hanging from his fingertips to my lips.
He uses the hand on my ass to separate my cheeks and rims my rear opening with his slickened fingers. I drop my forehead against Calix’s chest and breathe through the slight burn that makes me want just a little more. I feel another hand on my hip as Calix fiddles with the side of my panties, then they break away and slowly start to slide down my leg.
Completely unencumbered now, he pushes both of his fingers back inside me. I grip the front of Calix’s shirt and groan as the sensation of both of them touching me at once about knocks me off my damn feet.
Grim steps even closer to me so his hand is crushed between our bodies, but it doesn’t stop his finger from moving in and out of me. I want to curse the fact that we’re out in public and not at home in our bed—where we could take this much further—but considering being here is what it took to get both of them to touch me at the same time, I guess I should just be happy with the moment and hope for more later.
My heart is beating so fast I feel like my entire body is vibrating with the thrum. Everything around me seems to fade away, and the thrill of exhibitionism is completely overridden as they bring me closer to orgasm. “Sweetheart, you’re killing me,” Calix murmurs.
I groan out a plea, but the sound is swallowed by the music. I’m killing him? I’m about to fucking combust. Calix hooks his fingers inside me and pushes his thumb against my clit. My body tightens as the first wave of euphoria crashes against me. I tilt my head back, and Grim’s hand wraps around my waist, keeping me from collapsing to the floor. My orgasm is fast and dirty, and neither of them stop finger fucking me until I literally push Calix’s hand away from my clit. Every touch was sending little shockwaves through my body, making my inner muscles constrict around them.
“What the fuck are you two doing?” Gunnar growls. I open my eyes but leave the back of my head resting against Grim. “You’re supposed to be watching the shifters and the witches.”
Calix pats the side of my hip after pulling his hand out from under my skirt. “They’re right over there.” He tips his head to the left. “We have it under control.”
Gunnar scowls. “You can’t even keep your dick under control.”
When my knees no longer feel like they’ll buckle when I walk, I move out from between the two of them. “Quit being a party pooper. You weren’t complaining when I had your dick in my mouth at the party a few nights ago.” I raise my brow in challenge.
Gunnar lifts his lip in a sneer, but smartly keeps his mouth shut about the matter. “I got you a water,” he offers instead.
“Thank you, I’m parched.” I crack the top and take a big gulp. All that heavy breathing can sure dry a girl out. I offer it to Calix, but he lifts a bottle of beer to his lips, so I turn and give it to Grim who takes it. Tipping his head back, he drains the rest of it with just a few bobs of his Adam’s apple. I have no idea why the move is so sexy, but it is.
“Should we go over now, or give them more time?” I lean a little closer to Gunnar. “Wait, where did Torin go?”
“Shit!” Calix curses.
