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I break my kiss with Kingston and turn to face Bentley. With slow deliberation, I slide my hands up the firm muscles of his arms until my fingers are linked behind his neck. “Hi.”
Bent’s sexy as fuck dimples pop out when a grin stretches across his face. “Hey, Jazzy.”
Bentley cups my face with both hands, slowly pulling me closer, giving me plenty of chances to back out. When I rise up on my toes to close the remaining gap, Bentley breathes out a curse as our lips meet. I moan when he slides his tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss. Bentley's lips are soft, yet demanding. Firm yet pliable. I can taste the liquor on his tongue, the faint notes of spiced plums hitting my taste buds.
Kingston’s belt buckle clangs as it hits the ground. He releases the clasp of my bra and pushes down the straps, freeing my breasts. I whimper into Bentley’s mouth as Kingston’s hands find my boobs, rolling my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, with the perfect balance between pleasure and pain.
I keep one hand on the back of Bentley’s neck and hook the other behind Kingston’s neck. When I break away from Bentley, I immediately step into Kingston and claim his mouth again. He lifts me off my toes as he kisses me with even more ferocity than before. I’m sure he can taste Bentley on my lips, and now his inner caveman is trying to assert its claim.
I hear the telltale signs of Bentley removing his own pants, and a quick peek proves me right. Both he and Kingston are seriously testing the limits of their boxer briefs, making a thrill race through me. There's entirely too much sexy in this room. Both men have strong legs and thick biceps. Ridiculously rippled abs and a deeply carved V framing their thin treasure trails. Their bodies are works of art, plain and simple, and they both damn well know it.
I gasp as Bentley’s fingers brush the underside of my breasts. “Fuck, Jazz. You have no idea how badly I want this. How badly I want you. We’re going to make you feel so good, baby.”
I turn back to Bent and run my finger over the small tattoo on his chest. The words, “Sleep well, Tiny Dancer” are written in a delicate script right above his heart.
I brush my fingers over the cryptic phrase. “What’s this mean?”
Bentley frowns and shakes his head. “Not here. Not now. I swear I’ll explain later.”
Kingston drops back to the couch and extends his hand. “Come here.”
I sit next to him, but Kingston’s not having any part of that. He effortlessly lifts me up and places me on his lap. Instinctively, I grind into the hardness beneath me, causing us both to suck in a harsh breath.
“Lie back,” Kingston commands, guiding my upper body against his. My spine bows as Kingston’s hands skate down my torso, dipping below the waistband of my flimsy panties. “Bent, you wanna help me out here?”
Bentley’s muttering something under his breath, but I can’t quite make out the words. I’m pretty sure “Praise Jesus” was in there somewhere. He kneels in front of me, slowly running his hands up my legs. When Bentley replaces his hands with open-mouthed kisses, I swear I can feel my pulse in my clit.
While Bentley works his way up my legs, Kingston kisses my neck and rolls my nipples. God, I'm on sensation overload. Bentley's skin is marginally darker than mine, and Kingston's slightly lighter. Seeing both sets of hands on me, the contrast between all three of us, I don't think I've ever beheld something so stunning.
Every brush of their fingers, or their lips, causes a rush of heat to soar through my body. I'm needy, and restless, and desperate for more. Bent kisses his way to my upper thighs, exploring, teasing, not quite venturing where I need him most. I moan as Bentley's index finger glides over my panties, right down the middle. Kingston's lips leave my neck, and we both watch as Bentley curls his fingers around the strings on my hips.
Bentley searches my eyes for permission.
“It’s okay,” I assure him.
Kingston's hands are still covering my boobs, so I can feel his fingers flex as Bentley slides my underwear down my legs, now leaving me completely bare. Bentley's eyes lift to Kingston, and they se
em to have some sort of silent exchange. Bentley's hands wrap around my ankles, lifting my legs slightly and placing them over Kingston's knees, spreading me wide. I'm completely exposed—I'm sure Bentley can see exactly how excited I am right now.
“Fuck, Jazz,” Bentley whispers as he gazes between my thighs. “That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Kingston’s hand moves down the flat expanse of my stomach. His fingers slide through my wetness, before making small, slow, tortuous circles around my clit. Bentley’s fingers join in the exploration, teasing my opening before inserting one long finger inside of me.
“Shit,” I pant.
Bentley groans. “God, you’re so wet.”
“You like that, baby?” Kingston asks. “You want us to keep going?”
“Yes,” I practically scream. “Fuck, don’t stop.”
Shudders ripple through me as Kingston works my clit while Bentley pumps his finger in and out. When Bent adds a second finger and increases his tempo, my toes curl. I should probably be embarrassed by the wet sucking sounds coming out of my body, but I can't find the will to care. This is filthy, and some might even say depraved, but it feels so fucking good. At this moment, I'm serving my body, succumbing to its desires, and there's not an ounce of shame to go around.
Kingston brings his fingers to my lips. “Suck. Taste how much you want this.”
"Jesus, that's so fucking hot," Bentley mutters as I take Kingston's fingers into my mouth, sucking and licking them clean. His eyes drop to my pussy, and the intensity of his gaze makes me squirm with need. "I need to know how you taste, Jazz. Can I please fucking taste you?"
I moan. “God, yes.”
