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Yet he always asked. Always treated her like she was precious.
Swallowing hard, she nodded before realizing they couldn’t see her head moving since she was trapped in her shirt. Which was more than a little ridiculous, but so frigging exciting too. “Pick me up,” she mumbled against the material.
When he did as she asked, she squealed and struggled, suddenly afraid without the use of her arms for balance. It was only thin fabric blocking her movements, yet she felt as if she’d lost all her senses.
“Shh, we’ve got you. There now, we’re laying you down.”
She sucked in a breath at the sensation of being lowered and then she was on a cloud. A firm one that cradled her butt and ass and gave her a moment to sigh before those same fingers were tugging at her waistband, yanking her pants and her panties to her knees.
“Fucking boots.” Tris. “Wanna leave them on, but need you naked.”
“Hot,” she panted, wiggling. “Take them off.”
“As you wish.” Sparks. “This way I can suck your toes.”
Okay, that shouldn’t have gotten her damp. She wasn’t a toe-sucking girl. Guess it was a different thing altogether when two sexy dudes were into your feet.
Once they’d pulled everything off her below the waist, the mattress shifted as one of them climbed on. Then again as the other joined them, and her heart started to race. In her red rayon world, she could only make out shadows if she strained to see, so it was better to close her eyes and savor.
Or so she told herself until calloused hands enfolded her breasts and another hand covered her pussy, rubbing up and down. She was already aroused, and the slight stimulation of her clit had her circling her hips. Stopping the involuntary movement was next to impossible, so she didn’t try.
A wet tongue laved at her nipple, first one and then the other. Fingers caressed her slit before delving inside to explore. She bolted at the slide of lips just above her mound. The finger teasing her slid all the way inside, fucking her slowly while the hands and mouth at her breasts wreaked their own sensual torture. The finger inside her turned into two, and that slow pace sped up until she bucked her hips, pleading without words.
“Like that?” The question rumbled against her rocketing heart. “Want another finger?”
She whimpered in lieu of words. She didn’t have them left. All she wanted was whatever they saw fit to give her, in whatever way they decreed.
And yeah, maybe tomorrow she’d worry about the implications of that, but right now, she was going to focus on not hyperventilating.
The two fingers inside her scissored in and out and the hands at her breast fondled her roughly, tugging her nipples hard enough that the feeling zinged straight to her pussy. She cried out as another finger made room inside her, opening her up. She was barely given a second to get used to the fullness before they were on the move, fast and hard, fucking her with impunity.
Teeth grazed her swollen nipple and she fought against her fabric shackles before an actual bite stilled her. “Not going to hurt you.” Sparks, his voice so druggingly deep. “Gonna make you fly, baby.”
She might’ve laughed at that if her body hadn’t already been on overdrive. They were everywhere, and all she could do was absorb.
Fingers pumped in her pussy as a calloused fingertip brushed over her clit. The scrape of scruff against her inner thighs and along her slit. Hands on her breasts, her nipples tormented by sharp teeth. Each sensation separate and exquisite.
Too much.
“Listen to that music.” Tris’s voice came from far away, low and rough. She didn’t have to guess what he meant, because she was practically creaming on the fingers inside her. The noises her body was making were so loud and…wet.
She arched as a tongue flicked over her clit. “Please,” she mumbled. “Fuck me. One of you fuck me.”
“With my tongue?” The question singed her upper thigh and was followed by a ravenous, open-mouthed kiss. Scruff rasped over her skin and she trembled, so turned on that the slightest touch was nearly enough to set her off.
“Or my tongue.” Another kiss, this time on her breast. Complete with enough sucking action to leave a mark.
She craved their marks. There she was, the girl who never wanted to be tangled with anyone for very long, and she was yearning for them to imprint themselves on her before they moved on.
They already had.
“Or you want cock. One cock? Both cocks?” At her whimper, Tris chuckled darkly. “One after the other, that is. Unless you’re feeling particularly adventurous tonight.”
Much more fingering and she’d probably say yes to anything they put on the table. Especially when Sparks’s lips coasted down her belly, right near where Tris was working her like a pro.
Forget pretending she didn’t know which touch belonged to which man. Just imagining their mouths so close to each other on her pussy had her crying out.
“Please. God, please.”
