“Please,” I breathed.
“Good.” He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear and continued, “Now the rest. Please fuck me with your tongue.”
I nearly choked as desire swelled in my throat. I clenched my eyes closed, shutting out some of the stimuli around me. “Please...fuck me with your tongue.”
“Gladly,” Holden’s gruff voice answered. Warm hands gripped my inner thighs and urged my legs open wider. My left foot was barely planted on the floor when his mouth closed over the bare skin between my thighs. He sucked me into his mouth before pulling back just long enough to thrust his tongue past my seam. My knees quivered at the confident assault, and I found myself sagging against Spencer’s strong chest. His hard cock pressed into my backside, still contained by his pants, but promising me more pleasure to come. I felt his hand slip up to cup my breast as Holden’s fingers pried me open to give his tongue better access. I was so caught in the moment that I hardly noticed Spencer’s other hand slide gently between my cheeks. His fingers pushed lower, dipping inside me as Holden’s tongue stroked me up a never-ending staircase of bliss. Then Spencer slid his fingers free, and I ached from their absence until I felt a fingertip circle the tight pucker of my ass.
“Ohhhhh,” I cried out as he encouraged the digit in farther.
“Does it feel good?” he murmured, pushing in a little deeper.
My answer came in a strangled sob. It was too much and not enough. I wasn’t sure I liked it, but I didn’t want him to stop.
“That’s right.” He kissed my neck and began to pump his finger gently. “Relax. We’re going to make every inch of you feel good. You’re going to come again and again until you’re soft and wet and ready for both of us.”
Holden planted his mouth over my increasingly engorged clit, focusing entirely on it. At the same time, his brother played with my ass and made filthy promises. I kept climbing, but now I could see the top. I’d nearly reached it. My limbs tightened, my pleasure still pinned to some unknown point.
“And then I’ll watch you ride him before I bury my cock in your ass. That’s what you want: both our cocks deep inside you.” His words released me as he kissed the back of my neck, and I flew, tethered only to their hands and mouths, toward the sun until every part of me burst into flame.
And for a moment, I was free.
Chapter Twenty
“Easy,” Spencer called me back to earth as he steadied me on my feet. “Get on the bed.”
He had to help me since my legs were too shaky to climb onto the mattress. I collapsed into a heap like a rag doll.
“I think she enjoyed that,” Spencer said, his voice sounding far away.
“I know I did,” Holden added, and a thrill rushed through me. “I think she might need a minute.”
I tried to respond, but it only came out as a soft whine.
“You might be right,” Spencer agreed with a laugh.
My eyes were finally beginning to focus, and I tilted my head just enough to watch him continue to undress. I shifted my head and found Holden watching me with cautious eyes, still fully closed. I lifted my arm, reaching for him but finding myself still too weak to move.
“I think she’s trying to tell you something. You want to return the favor, don’t you?”
I tried to nod. I’d kept my hands off Holden long enough. I’d told myself no. Now that I was here with both of them, I would take everything I denied myself.
“Let me help.” Spencer leaned over me, brushing a possessive kiss over my lips before he wrenched my body toward the edge of the bed. My head fell over the side when he’d pulled my shoulders to the very edge. “Open your mouth so we can give you what you want.”
I did as he instructed, my eyes skirting over to see that Holden had begun to strip finally. Maybe if I searched long enough, I would find a freckle that differentiated the two of them. But as Holden revealed more of his body, I marveled that not one perfect specimen of man existed but two.
And tonight, I got to have them both.
Spencer didn’t wait for his brother to finish undressing before he stepped closer and brought himself to my lips. I let my head relax back farther, accepting his length deep into my throat. He plunged in and out for a minute, muttering dirty promises until he withdrew and stepped to the side.
“Enjoy,” he said to Holden, half permission, half warning. The message was clear. Spencer was sharing me in his mind.
But it didn’t matter what he believed. I turned my eyes to Holden, pleading silently for him to take me. I licked my tongue over my lower lip to show him what I wanted, and he moved closer to bring the crown of his cock to my lips. I wrapped my tongue around it in encouragement, savoring the way he tasted. His eyes shuddered as I reached up and grabbed his length to guide him in.
I closed my eyes and sucked his cock, wanting to make him feel as good as he made me feel.
“Kerrigan,” he grunted, and I snapped back to reality. “Stop before I come.”
But I wanted him to come like he’d made me come.