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“I trust you,” she said. “I know I shouldn’t, I barely know you, either of you really, but I trust you. Last night felt…right. It’s because I trust you that I admitted that I want to be—”
Hugo, apparently, was done with words. He reached out, grasped her shirt, and ripped it down the middle. Lancelot released her, and Hugo took advantage of the unfettered access to finish ripping the shirt.
Sylvia gasped and reached to cover her breasts with her hands. Her bra was still on, but the wash of cool air against her newly exposed skin made her feel wildly vulnerable.
Lancelot grabbed her wrists, forcing her arms behind her back. “Naughty girl,” he purred in her ear. “Trying to stop him from touching those pretty tits?”
Sylvia whimpered, as if she were afraid, but arched her back, thrusting her chest toward Hugo.
Hugo stepped into her, his bare chest against her body, driving her back into Lancelot. She was surrounded, overwhelmed.
While Lancelot held her still, Hugo once more tangled a hand in her hair, forcing her to look up, the back of her head against Lancelot’s chest. Hugo took her mouth. He didn’t kiss her…or, didn’t just kiss her. It was so much more than a kiss. It was a fusing of their mouths. His tongue thrust in, claiming the space behind her teeth, exploring the warm, wet hollows of her mouth as if he had every right.
“My turn,” Lancelot said.
Her wrists were released, and then she was ripped away from Hugo. Tonight wouldn’t be calm and collaborative. Lancelot may have held her while Hugo kissed her, but to get his turn, he would take her from the other man.
Her sex pulsed with arousal as Lancelot whirled her around to face him once more. He forced her arms behind her back, holding both of her wrists in one hand. Experimentally, she tried to get away. His grip tightened, until it hurt just enough for that to be another element of her arousal.
Lancelot slid his hand under the torn edge of her shirt and cupped her breast, his thumb finding the diamond-hard peak of her nipple. He rolled it and smiled down at her. It was a devilish smile, bordering on cruel. It was exactly what she wanted.
She struggled again, wiggling in his arms, wanting to feel his strength, wanting to rub her breast against his hand.
The smile slipped from his face and he bent his head. She thought he would kiss her as Hugo had, but instead, he buried his face against the crook of her neck. His tongue swept over her skin once, twice, and then he bit her.
Sylvia yelped and gasped, crying out a second time when Hugo smacked her ass, hard. A second smack, and then his hands were sliding around the waistband of her pants, finding the button. A second later and he yanked her pants and underwear down to her knees.
Hugo landed another smack to her ass, and she tried to spread her fingers over her bottom, a pretense of protecting herself when really she welcomed the hot touches.
Lancelot released her, stepping back, and for a moment she thought she’d done something wrong. Had she said stop and not even realized?
Hugo reached around, grabbed the cups of her bra and yanked them down, her breasts popping free.
Lancelot was stripping, his movements quick but controlled. Shirt off. Shoes off. Socks. Pants. Boxers.
His cock seemed massive. Maybe it was the light of day, or maybe he was harder than he had been last night. Either way, it was impressive. And terrifying. In all the right ways.
She reached for Lancelot, wanting to run her hands, her nails, over all those muscles, but Hugo grabbed her, spinning her around. While she’d been facing the other way, he’d stripped too. His cock was gloriously erect, the tip glistening with pre-come.
They were naked, and she was still partially dressed. Yet with her shirt ripped down the middle, pants and panties hobbling her legs, bra still fastened but breasts exposed, she felt more naked than she would have if she were bare-assed.
Hugo fisted a hand in her hair, kissed her hard and quick.
And then he forced her to her knees.
Sylvia gasped, looking up at him, up past the erect bar of his cock. Hugo hesitated, just a moment, giving her a chance to say “wait” or “stop.”
Instead, she tried to pull away, shuffling her knees backwards, her scalp lighting up with pain as she twisted her head.
“Hold her still while I fuck her mouth.” Hugo’s accent was thick, his hold on her hair unrelenting.
Sylvia was so aroused that she was sure she’d come the instant one of them touched her clit.
Lancelot dropped to his knees behind her, his big body stopping her retreat. He smacked her ass a few times, then manhandled her legs, forcing her knees to lift just far enough that he stripped off her pants and panties one leg at a time. She shoved at him, trying to put up a good show of resistance, but it was hard to even pretend to push them away when she wanted them both so much.
Then Lancelot forced her knees wide. Cool air hit her naked pussy. She was spread, vulnerable, and so damned wet.
Hugo grabbed her chin with the hand not in her hair and forced her mouth open. He released her chin and hesitated. She didn’t close her mouth, didn’t turn away.
