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I run my fingers like water down his chest, the ripples of his abdomen. “Much.”
Fair is fair—I pull my shirt off, tossing it to the side. The fabric flutters around me as I shuck it gracelessly. My bra comes next, freeing my breasts, and I let it fall to the floor.
The chill makes my nipples harden. I reach behind, and my fingertips find Donovan. I’m blind with him behind me, but miraculously, I feel my way around. First: warm skin, his drum-tight stomach. And down, I find his belt. It’s clumsy work, but the leather yields to my fingertips and pops open. I press my palms to his abdomen and run them underneath his pants. I feel the heat of his skin, the sloping V of his abdomen, the small, wiry curls. His erection is insistent, and it brushes against me, but I don’t touch him there. Not yet. I’m teasing him—and myself.
His breath shudders against the back of my neck, and his teeth graze the skin there. I feel his arm wind around my chest, and his hand grips my throat. A gentle reminder that he’s in charge. Jason’s lips tease, but Donovan’s mouth claims, and I gasp, dully aware that the suction of his mouth is going to leave a purpling bruise tomorrow.
My back arches and twists, unintentionally pushing my chest forward. Jason helps himself to my breasts. He sucks one nipple into his mouth, and then the next, as he undoes my pants. His lips—and my pants—drop lower as this mountain of a man sinks to his knees in front of me.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Jason murmurs. He nuzzles against my thigh. His breath between my legs makes me buzz. “You smell delicious, too.” He gives me a kiss at the top of my thigh. His bright blue eyes meet my gaze. “Can I lick you?”
Sweet boy. I smile and push my fingers through his jet-black hair. “I’ll hate you if you don’t.”
He kisses my sex and I clench. One sweet kiss, then another, and then I feel it…the warm wetness of his tongue, mapping me out.
I moan and arch into his mouth. A hand snakes around my middle—Donovan’s. His leather bracelet is rough against my pelvis when his hand slips between my legs. His fingers work me, holding my lips apart so Jason can get deeper. Everything feels so much more intense now, lighting bolts of pleasure rocket through me with every lash of his tongue. I whisper and my knees buckle. Donovan is holding me up, though, his hand tightening at my throat, and I’m completely at their mercy.
“Do you like the way his tongue feels on your pussy?” Donovan asks in a low growl.
“Yes…” Even I’m appalled by the desperation in my voice. “Feels…so good…”
Jason is licking me like a man starved. His tongue swirls my nub and dives deep inside of me. He’s buried his face between my legs, and the sharp slope of his nose bumps against my sensitive clit.
“Don’t let her cum yet.” Donovan’s voice is husky at my ear.
My thighs tremble when Jason pulls away. I whine. “No…why…?”
Donovan chuckles. “You haven’t earned it.”
I bite my lip. “Well, you know what they say…” I twist around and cup the sizeable bulge in Donovan’s pants. I squeeze, just enough to hear him sigh. “Once a spoiled brat…always a spoiled brat.”
“Get on the bed,” Donovan demands. And—has he always been this bossy? I don’t think so. But I like it…
I scoot onto the bed. I’m completely naked now, and all theirs.
Jason gets to his feet, unfurling like a long plant. But before he can completely, Donovan takes the back of his head and draws him closer. “I want a taste.”
Then he sucks Jason’s bottom lip. His tongue reaches out next, swiping inside Jason’s mouth. Jason is lust-drunk and needy, and he’s practically swaying on his long limbs, a small moan falling from him as Donovan drinks in every trace of my arousal.
When he pulls back from Jason, Jason looks dazed, and I have to squeeze my thighs together to keep myself from soaking the duvet.
“Fuck,” Jason says with a laugh. “I need you. Both of you.”
Jason climbs into bed with me—no, more like flops into it. We roll into each other, skin finding skin. His laughter is contagious, and before long I’m giggling against him.
“This is new,” I say and place my hand on him. He’s surprised me with a tattoo. A dove swooping across his rib cage. “I like it.”
He grins. “Good, because it’s not going anywhere.”
I kiss him. He tastes like me—and like Donovan. It’s intoxicating.
“I need you inside of me,” I whisper against his mouth.
“Yeah…”
We roll around, but this time I pin him underneath me, straddling him. I kiss his lips once more before shifting around so I’m sitting in his lap.
Here, I can reach down and take him in my hand. He’s so hard, and huge. Bigger than I remember. How did I lose my virginity to this?
