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Piper
“That’s what I’ve been missing?” I asked, tossing my arm up over my head. It was impossible not to grin. I felt so good. I was a little sore between my legs, but that was nothing in comparison to that… pleasure. I’d come. “I want to do that again.”
Both men stared down at me. Lane looked well satisfied and his cock, while still hard, wasn’t an angry color any longer. Spur, though, was tense and fierce-looking.
Pushing up on my elbow, I crooked a finger at him.
“It’s your turn, Doctor,” I said. “I ache.”
Lane swore beneath his breath.
Putting one knee on the bed, Spur loomed over me, his cock aiming right for me. “You need the doctor’s attention?” he asked, his gaze raking down my body.
I bit my lip and nodded.
“Where do you ache? Show me.”
I was being bold. I knew it. I should be ashamed of it, but neither man was bothered. In fact, Spur looked to be dying to get inside me. His cock was so hard that it pulsed. Fluid seeped from the tip in a steady stream.
Bending my knees, I put my feet on the bed, spread them apart.
Spur shook his head. “More. If you want me to take care of you, then you must show the doctor where you ache.”
I spread my legs wider. When he just arched a brow, waiting, I spread them even more.
“Not enough. Grab the backs of your knees and pull them toward your chest. Yes, like that. Good.”
Grabbing a pillow, Spur stuffed it beneath my hips, elevating my bottom up. With my legs back in such a profane fashion, they could see all of me.
“Oh, my.”
Spur moved to settle on his knees between my spread thighs. “Does this make you ache more, or less?” His fingers slipped through my slick folds, then dipped inside me.
I arched my back, my eyes falling closed. After Lane’s thick cock, his fingers were so precise, the feelings were more intent. Sharper. Brighter. Hotter.
“More,” I gasped.
“You ache more or you want more?”
“More,” I repeated, because I did ache more and I wanted whatever he wanted to give me. I loved this playful side of him, for Spur seemed to be the serious one.
“What about here? If I slide my coated finger in your tight little ass, is your ache worse?”
“Fuck!” I cried as he stretched me open. There. God, I never knew it was possible or that it would feel so good.
I heard Lane laugh when I reacted to Spur’s finger pressing against that forbidden entrance and sliding in. Easily. Perhaps too easily? Was it supposed to feel so strange and yet so amazing?
He spanked me with his free hand and I tightened around him. “Language, my patient. What bad language you have. This ache seems to bring your naughtiness out.”
I nodded my head, opened my eyes a little to glance up at Spur. “It does. I’m so… bad.”
Spur glanced up at Lane. “I think she might need more spanking.”
Lane grinned, knelt on the bed beside me and dropped his palm onto my upturned bottom. “Is this what you need? Do you need your men to take care of you? Spur’s going to take care of your ache and I’m going to tame you, bad girl.”
Between the heated swats to my bottom and Spur’s probing fingers—he’d used his other hand to dip inside my pussy and curled his fingers in some magical way—I couldn’t hold back and I came. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I cried.
Colors danced before my closed eyelids as Lane’s hand cupped my stinging flesh and Spur carefully slipped his fingers free.
