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She was wiggling a bit between them. Couldn’t help herself.
“Sure,” she said. “Contrary to everything I’ve told you from the moment you met me, I’m completely used to being on my way to some den of iniquity with two incredibly gorgeous men who are likely mentally plotting even as I speak how they’re going to make me come.”
Rory chuckled.
Christian snickered. “It might not be the penthouse suite, but my apartment is in one of the most prestigious buildings in Manhattan. Hardly a den.”
“Ah,” she said with a small laugh. “You take offense to den but not iniquity.”
“Not while Rory and I are mentally plotting how we’re going to make you come.”
“Oh, Lord,” she muttered. Even mild flirting with these two got her juices flowing. She so was not in their league. But Bayli didn’t care. Not anymore.
Especially not when she was wedged between them on the seat, on each side one of their legs pressing to the outside of hers. Christian draped an arm around her bare shoulders. Rory rested a hand on her thigh, a mere breath from the short hem. The partition separating them from the driver was up, and they had all the privacy they could possibly want. Yet Bayli buzzed with the knowledge that there was, indeed, someone else on the other side of that window. Someone who might know exactly what these three were up to.
“I’d say we’re not the only ones mentally plotting,” Rory teased as his fingers swept lightly over her skin. Dipping between the gap in her legs to lazily whisk along her inner thigh. Heading north, under her dress.
She didn’t stop him.
Christian placed a hand on her other leg. Gave a titillating squeeze. Bayli sucked in a sharp slice of air.
Rory’s warm, minty breath tickled the shell of her ear as he said, “So it’s not the food that has you trembling.”
“I’ll admit that your culinary combinations sparked something inside me, but you both already know what really gets me hot.”
“And wet,” Rory added as his fingertips grazed the thin satin covering the heart of her.
On the other side of her, Christian’s lips skimmed along her neck. His hand on her thigh tugged gently so that she spread her legs. In doing so, her skirt hitched up.
Rory languidly rubbed her clit through her thong while Christian kissed her throat. Bayli’s head fell back on the top of the seat and her eyelids fluttered closed. Her hands skated across the material of their suit pants, into their laps, and Bayli massaged their cocks. Rory’s fingers slipped beyond her thong and he stroked her clit more feverishly, instantly sending her arousal skyrocketing.
Christian’s mouth sealed hers and he kissed her as erotic sensations began to build deep within her.
But neither man seemed content with his current position. Christian broke their kiss and eased the hidden zipper of her dress down her side. He peeled away the structured bodice to bare her breasts. At the same time, Rory shifted and knelt on the floor before her. His fingers hooked in the thin strands at her hips and he stripped away the skimpy lingerie. Then his hands slid under her ass and he tilted her hips just so. A heartbeat later his mouth was on her.
Bayli let out a small cry.
Christian palmed one of her breasts and his thumb flicked over her puckered nipple, tightening it further. His tongue toyed with her other pebbled bead. One of her hands plowed through his hair. The other threaded through Rory’s as he licked her pussy.
Bayli had never known such pleasure. It was all so different from anything she’d experienced with this duo separately. Because it was both of them—at the same time—pleasuring her. To have one tongue fervently fluttering over that swollen knot of nerves that seemed more sensitive this evening than ever before and another tongue flitting against her nipple … it was almost a bit overwhelming. But so glorious.
One mouth suckled her clit. The other suckled the taut center of her breast.
Rory’s finger eased inside her pussy and stroked with purpose. Christian’s fingers and thumb pinched and rolled the nipple his mouth wasn’t devouring.
The wealth of sensations multiplied, intensified. Pushed her right to the edge.
And they seemed to know it, wanted to get her off explosively.
Rory moved slightly as he worked a second finger into her tight canal and fucked her assertively while Christian’s hand left her breast and he used the pads of two fingers to massage her clit with an equally aggressive touch. His tongue still teased her nipple; his mouth still suckled. Rory nipped at her inner thigh, making the flesh quiver.
Bayli’s pulse hammered in her head. Her heart pounded. Whimpers fell from her parted lips. Her hips undulated and her inner muscles squeezed, taking everything both men gave her. Her fingers coiled tighter around the strands of hair she held.
“Oh, God,” she moaned. “Yes. Make me come. Oh, God, please make me come.” Her lids drifted open and she watched them work in tandem to push her higher and higher. It was the sexiest damn thing she’d ever seen.
Two men dedicated strictly to her pleasure. Both determined to set her off.
Rory shifted once again, coming up on his knees so that he hovered above her, and kissed her passionately as he added a third finger to fuck her pussy. Nerve endings jumped and she clutched at his fingers as he deepened their kiss, and Christian hit just the right pace and pressure on that sensitive pearl between her legs to send her spiraling out of control. Everything erupted inside her. She ripped her mouth from Rory’s and cried out.
