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She stepped out of the jeans when asked, and once she was clad in only her silky purple bikini panties, Screw pressed his nose to her mound and inhaled. “Fuck me, you smell good.”
Jazz gasped, and Gumby took that moment to grasp her chin, turn her head, and dive into her mouth. His tongue met hers in a hot and possessive kiss that had her head spinning. When he released her, her panties were around her ankles, and Screw was watching them with a look of abject hunger. “I could watch you two make out for hours.”
Jazz gazed down at Screw who shifted his attention to the tiny thatch of dark hair between her thighs.
“He’s gonna blow your fucking mind,” Gumby said. She lifted her gaze back to the mirror in time to see him wink. His lips were swollen from their kiss, eyes glazed and just as hungry as Screw’s. “Trust me. I speak from experience.”
Jazz’s entire body tingled with anticipation. She felt so primed and ready, one flick of Screw’s tongue was bound to have her erupting like a volcano. Hopefully, this experience wouldn’t burn them all to ash.
Screw and Gumby shared a heated look. What did it mean? So much of this was beyond her control and understanding. She had to either let the storm sweep her up or bow out now before the seas became too rough to navigate.
Screw kissed her right thigh, just above her knee and that light touch alone sent a current of sparks straight to her pussy.
Fuck it.
Jazz spread her legs, kicking her panties off in the process.
With a chuckle, Screw kissed her again, two inches higher than last time. “Someone’s getting a little eager.”
Gumby laughed along with him. “Well, I did make her some big promises just now.”
“Guess I better get to work then.”
Their playful banter chased away any lingering doubt.
The moment Screw’s teeth grazed her inner thigh, Jazz cried out.
“Fuck, this is gonna be fun,” Screw muttered before going in for the kill. He licked a slow, torturous path through her folds, starting near the bottom of her pussy and ending with a swirl around her clit.
Jazz yelped, her head falling back against Gumby’s chest. For his part, Gumby ran his hands all over her upper body, outside of her clothes. He never lingered, stroking over her shoulders, stomach, breasts, making her desperate to feel skin on skin.
But did she dare?
No, she couldn’t. For all their bold claims of wanting her despite the scars, they’d yet to view the marks on her body. Once they did, there’d be no going back. No unseeing the horror show that was her ruined skin. And there was a very real possibility they could be repulsed.
How could she blame them? She couldn’t. Men were visual creatures. The sight of a woman’s body turned them on. The display of hers might make them run.
Screw placed a hand on each of her thighs, nudging her legs farther apart. He licked her again, this time groaning when his tongue gathered her wetness.
“How does she taste?” Gumby asked in a near growl.
Screw looked up, and Jazz could have come from the sight alone. The strong, self-confident man, staring up at them from between her spread legs.
Jesus, he was sexy.
As slowly as he’d knelt the first time, he rose, keeping his focus on Gumby. “You tell me,” he said when he’d reached full height.
His hand shot out, catching Gumby by the neck before pulling him into the hottest, dirtiest kiss she’d ever witnessed. They ate at each other’s mouth with a near animalistic ferocity. And knowing they did so to share her flavor? It was the hottest thing she’d ever conceived, let alone been a part of. If it weren’t for the light groans of pleasure coming from both men, she’d worried they were trying to injure each other.
They broke apart, both panting like they’d run there from the clubhouse. Jazz didn’t know what to do. Should she say something? Kiss one of them? Both of them. She was so far out of her realm of experience.
None of it mattered when Screw dropped back to his knees.
“Fucking delicious,” Gumby said, as he resumed touching her while Screw set about teasing her with flicks of his tongue.
She soaked it all up, fighting to keep her heavy eyes open. Screw squeezed her ass, pulling her even closer to his hungry mouth.
She jolted with a yelp and an, “Oh, my God,” as extreme pleasure shot through her. It was then she realized Gumby had slipped his hands under the hem of her long-sleeved shirt. Both his huge palms rested on her abdomen, over the lowermost scars. His fingertips played with the ridged skin beneath them. She knew from right after the attack, when she was forced to clean the wounds, they were two of the smaller ones, but it’d been so long since she peeked, she wasn’t sure what they even looked like anymore.
