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Devan met my shocked gaze. “Are you okay with this?” he asked softly. I wasn’t even sure what the ‘this’ he was referring to was, but I wanted to find out. I gave a jerky mute nod.
The smirk that crossed his face was absolutely sinful, but I only caught the barest glimpse of it before he ducked his head and latched his mouth once again around my nipple.
I gasped, turning wide eyes to Micah, but rather than appearing shocked or disgusted, the look in his eyes was nothing but pure arousal.
He arched an eyebrow, half question, half challenge, and before I could even think through what I was doing, my hand came up of its own volition, reaching toward him. He closed the distance between us and bent down to claim my lips with his.
It was unlike anything I’d ever imagined, anything I’d ever even considered. The feel of Micah’s lips against mine, mouth open, tongue demanding access, at the same time as Devan’s swirled a hot trail around my nipple, was practically more than I could stand. I whimpered, writhing and twisting, trying to give them each access.
With my eyes closed, I gave myself completely over to sensation. Devan’s mouth left my breasts and traveled lower, tipping me backwards as he licked and sucked and nibbled on my skin in a hot trail down my torso toward my belly button. His hands were on my thighs, my hips, then sliding up my back.
Abruptly Micah’s lips left mine, his hands coming around me, and in a breathless movement he stood, pulling me up and off Devan’s lap and into his arms. I looped an arm around his neck, holding tight, but his arms were like steel bands around me, one around my back and the other beneath my legs, so I had no fear of falling. Devan caught my other hand and followed as Micah brought me into his room and laid me out on the bed.
I had barely time to kick off my shoes before Micah’s mouth returned to mine, one hard kiss, then another. My fingertips rose to trace the line of his scar, before he moved to my jaw, pressing open-mouthed kisses down the sensitive line of my throat.
Devan knelt on the bed and reclaimed his former position, trailing the heat of his mouth down past my belly button until he met with the waistband of my jeans.
I whimpered, squirming against the comforter, then gave a sigh of relief when he popped the button open and tugged the zipper down. I raised my hips to help, and he slowly peeled the denim down my legs, then kissed his way back up.
He paused then, his mouth hovering just over my clit. The heat of his breath seared through my underwear, but he made no move to touch me there, instead running his hands up and down my legs in long, teasing strokes.
A moan slipped past my lips, my hips bucking of their own accord, and my hand, which was caught in Micah’s hair, gave an involuntary tug.
Micah’s chuckle was low and sinful as he lifted his head to glance down at his roommate.
“I think she’s getting impatient,” he said. “If you’re going to take too long, we can trade places.”
Devan laughed, but rather than answer, he gripped the sides of my underwear and pulled them down my legs. Coming back up, he spread my legs with one hand on each of my inner thighs, then blew a cool stream of breath right across my oversensitive flesh. I bucked at the sensation, but Micah kept me pinned down with his weight, his hands and lips roaming freely over the skin of my top half.
“If you don’t stop teasing me, I’m going to kill you,” I choked out, but before I could make good on my threat, Devan’s mouth finally met my skin. The flat of his tongue pressed against me, then moved in a long sweep from my opening up to my clit.
The sensation was delicious, and I let out a long groan as he swirled his tongue against me, causing pleasure to burst within me like sparks shooting from a bonfire.
“Oh my God,” I said on a breath, and in the next moment Micah’s mouth was back on mine, his tongue pushing inside to tangle with my own. His hands roamed over me, stroking through my hair, pinching my nipples and running down my arms, and I thought the wash of sensation might make me crazy. I’d never felt anything like this before, never imagined a person could feel so much sensation all at one time. It was like all of my nerve endings were lit up at once.
Devan’s tongue was slick against my clit, sending me spiraling higher, and between the delicious rub of his stubbled jaw and the tickle of the loose ends of his hair against my inner thighs, it took me a moment to realize he had a finger poised at my opening, teasing me along with his tongue. A second later, he pushed it inside me, pumping slowly in time with his sliding tongue.
I cried out, unable to help myself as the pleasure began to swirl tighter, building to a crescendo I was powerless to stop. The guys must have sensed the change in me, or perhaps my non-stop moans clued them in, but Devan’s hand clamped down on my thigh, holding me still while his other hand began to work in earnest, a second finger joining the first to pump in and out of me in a rhythm that made my whole body tremble.
“You’re so beautiful,” Micah whispered, giving my lips one last lingering kiss before moving down and drawing a nipple into his mouth. His fingers came up to find the other nipple, pinching and tweaking, and with one last stroke of Devan’s tongue, I exploded.
The pleasure seemed to radiate out along all my limbs, an intensity I’d never felt before, and I arched my back, unable to keep still as my inner walls clenched tight on Devan’s fingers, sensation spreading through me like an out-of-control wildfire.
It lasted longer than I’d expected, and when I finally collapsed in a boneless heap it was a struggle to open my eyes again. When I did, the sight that greeted me was glorious. Micah leaned over me from his perch on the bed near my head, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. His hair was rumpled from my fingers and his lips red and swollen from my kisses. From between my legs, Devan looked up at me, his eyes dark with lust, his lips still glistening with moisture. They were utterly gorgeous, and I could still hardly believe they were both here.
A slight shift in movement from the doorway caught my eye, and it took me a full beat to realize we weren’t alone. I couldn’t prevent the gasp that tumbled out of me, but the lack of reaction from Devan and Micah made me wonder how long Garrett had been standing there, leaning on the doorframe.
Had he seen…
And why did the thought of him watching us make heat pool between my legs again, pleasure reawakening as if I hadn’t had an earth-shattering orgasm just moments before?
Garrett’s eyes were nearly black as he watched me, and for perhaps the first time since I’d met him, he was entirely still. No tapping fingers, no restless leg, only the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he took in the scene in front of him.
My tongue darted out to wet my lips, and his gaze followed the movement. Before I could think how to react, what to say, what to do, he pushed off the wall and crossed to the bed, his steps slow, the gleam in his eyes nothing short of predatory. My breathing picked up as he grew closer, and Micah rose, slipping aside to make room.
Garrett stopped at the head of the bed, towering over me, and I held my breath, waiting to see what he would do.
His hand came up slowly, taking a lock of my hair in his fingers and pulling gently. The strands slipped through, blond and then purple streaming between his fingers before fluttering down to rest once more against the pillow. Then he leaned down, his lips so close to my ear that his whisper stirred the hair at my temple, causing goosebumps to rise all along my still-exposed body.
