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“Oh, uh – I should go sit –” I start to rise but hands land on each of my thighs and I look down at them, my core pulsing in excitement. I think I might have a serious lack of survival instincts.
“Stay here? I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” Noah says quietly, and I can feel Luka’s hand squeeze my thigh like he agrees.
“Umm, okay. Well, I’m here, so what did you want to say.” Noah’s thumb strokes the seam of my jeans and I force myself not to respond. I can’t really lean away, or I’ll end up in Luka’s lap so I stay still and tilt my chin to look him in the eye.
“My name is Noah Hartwell. Luka jokes and calls me Mr. Hart; it’s why you got through the front desk because he sometimes sends me stuff using that name.”
“I’m Luka Clarke,” the man in question says over my shoulder and I swear he’s closer than he was before.
“Okay. Was this a joke or did you actually want your closet organized?” My voice sounds strained and I clear my throat. I’m trying my best to be professional. Things got carried away in the closet, but I can be professional. I can get this contract signed and make some great videos in that giant closet. I will do my very best to network the hell out of this opportunity.
I can ignore the two hands burning holes through my jeans.
“Yes, honey. I want the works. I’m really sorry, I just want to explain that a lot of women go after me I thought you were coming on to me –”
“How could you think that? You came on to me,” I squawk. Of all the asshole things to say. I stand and Luka’s hands grasp my hips and pull me down into his lap so we’re both looking at Noah.
“Ah, don’t be too hard on him, sweetheart. Look how sad he looks.”
I give Luka a disbelieving look but for the life of me, I don’t make myself push out of his lap. I like these guys. My body feels drawn to them and being held by the second-hottest man I have ever seen is thrilling.
“You don’t think he looks sad?” Luka prompts. I am acutely aware of Luka’s hand on my ribcage. If he moved his thumb a half an inch, he would feel the wire of my bra.
“No, he looks like an asshole.” Luka laughs as Noah’s shoulders droop.
“He’s not an asshole, sweetheart. He’s just a guy that got overwhelmed by the hottest fucking woman that’s ever been in his house and now he’s scared of losing the opportunity to be with her.” I flush at Luka’s compliment and can’t believe this is my life right now. I rest my hands on my lap.
“Well, he certainly didn’t treat me like that.”
Luka surprises me by nuzzling my neck, his calloused hand catching on the fabric of my polo as he moves to cup my breast. I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience as I let another guy I barely know touch me.
“Do you want him to make it up to you?” His thumb strokes my nipple through my shirt and bra and my pussy clenches at the thought.
“What?” I whisper, eyes locked on Noah. Luka opens his mouth against my neck and bites.
“Do you want him to make it up to you? Show you how sorry he is. Show you how well he’ll treat you moving forward?” His other hand slides up and I stare at Noah while his friend cups my tits in front of him.
“Oh, I’m not sure,” I moan, arching into his touch when he pinches both nipples through the fabric.
“I think you’re sure, Libby. I think if I slipped my hand in these tight fucking jeans, I’d find you dripping. And I think the only way to make this right is for Noah to show you how very good he is at cleaning up messes.” I hear twin thuds and my head lulls to the side to see Noah on his knees next to the couch, pushing the coffee table away so he can kneel in front of me.
Luka keeps kissing my neck, one hand sliding away from my breasts to hook my legs on the outside of his. He spreads them and Noah moves forward, pressing his face into the crotch of my jeans.
“Let me show you how sorry I am, Libby. Let me lick your honey.” I swear I can feel the low timber of his voice through my jeans. My hands tremble a little when I unbutton my pants and lower my zipper. It’s the only thing I have to do before big hands grip the waist of my pants and tug them off my legs. Another set of hands slides up my shirt to cup my breasts under my bra.
My legs are spread wide over Luka’s lap, and I can feel both sets of eyes staring between my legs. A finger strokes my lips, smearing my wetness around and I moan as cool air touches me.
“Fucking gorgeous, sweetheart,” Luka whispers into my ear. “Now reach out. Good girl. Put your hands in his hair and push his face into that tight hot cunt.” I moan following his directions.
The first feel of Noah’s eager tongue is like electricity, turning on every single fucking nerve in my body. I gasp, laying back against Luka’s chest. One of his hands tilts my chin up and his mouth is suddenly consuming me.
I kiss him like I’ve given myself permission to take exactly what I want. I want his mouth, his teeth. I bite his lip and soothe it with my tongue, panting when he fists my hair to get my mouth at just the right angle.
I cry out when a thick finger enters my pussy followed by lips curling around my clit.
“That’s right, Libby. Make him show you.” Luka whispers, pulling harder on my nipples. When Noah adds a second finger, sucking hard on my clit, it’s too much. I shudder, pulling Noah’s hair hard, while kissing Luka like my life depends on it.
As I start to come down, Noah backs off my clit, licking it lightly as he continues to seesaw his fingers in and out of me. I loosen my hold on his hair and he looks up at me. His gaze is heated and intense, pinning me in place.
