Page 54 of Their Tracked Obsession

Great. A hickey and a bite mark on my red skin for the guests to ponder. It was an obvious sign that we’d been up to no damn good, but it felt so damn amazing.

“This is my gift?” I asked.

“No.” Sin pulled his finger out of my pussy and brought it up to my mouth. “Taste yourself.”

I wrapped my lips around his finger without hesitation and drank up my juices. My thighs rubbed together as Saint kept playing with my tits. I wanted to get back the sensual sensation Sin had taunted me with, but it wasn’t enough. I lowered my hand to relieve the ache between my legs.

Saint caught my wrist.

“Nuh-uh.” Sin shook his head. “We have something else for you to pleasure yourself with.”

“What?” I breathed heavily.

Sin kissed me. My eyes fluttered shut in a feverish, frenzied attack of passion as my lips parted, and I eagerly sought his tongue. A groan rumbled up his chest and released inside my mouth. The vibrations made my toes curl inside my heels, and I sighed into him until he stepped back. Saint let go of my breast, and he unclasped my bra. The garment fell to the ground, and I stood by myself with bruised, swollen lips. My aroused panting was the only sound.

“Turn around,” Sin whisper roared behind me.

I jumped. Startled by his command, but excited all at the same time as I obeyed the man who watched me. The anticipation of what I’d see and my awakened sexual desires were crossing wires, electrifying me to every nerve ending in my body.

I kept my eyes closed.

“Take off your heels,” Saint demanded.

I did as I was told. Each shoe fell to the floor.

Thud.

Thud.

“Good. Lose the panties,” Sin commanded as I heard him kick my heels aside, and they scraped along the floor. “We want you bare.”

“Naked,” Saint added.

Saint was no longer beside me—both my men now stood in front of me. The two-way glass was at my backside, but we were hidden behind the walls. Completely concealed and totally alone.

The knowledge of this gave me the strength to loop my fingers into the elastic bands of my panties and playfully pull them down. One side and then the other. In a slow, painstaking tease movement, leaving Sin and Saint thirsty for more. I did this until there was nowhere else to go except letting the undergarment fall to the floor. I kicked the thin material aside.

“Fuck. Sweetheart,” Sin said.

“You’re goddamn gorgeous,” Saint added.

There was sound of rustling clothing.

My cheeks turned crimson.

Sin instructed, “Spin for us.”

Slowly, I spun around. I heard each man’s grunt of satisfaction. I wondered if Sin and Saint were touching themselves.

“Yeah, darling. Now bounce,” Saint directed.

I jumped up and down.

“Yes. Fuck. Look at those titties go,” Sin hissed.

I stopped.

“Now. Open those pretty eyes for us,” Saint said.