“You thought what?” he asked in the same commanding tone he’d used that night. If memory served, she’d also said the exact same thing.
Isabelle straightened. “I thought you were going to pull the rest of my clothes off and have sex with me.” Oh please?
His eyes narrowed briefly, and he inhaled deeply as if sniffing her. “Sorry, kitten, I don’t have enough time for that.”
“What? How long does it take?” She wasn’t some prim virgin. She knew how long sex took. At least she knew generally how long sex lasted from the few times she’d experienced the act in her past. Five minutes. Ten at most, right?
“An hour at the very least,” he whispered. “In fact, I might need a couple of hours to do everything I want to do. Colton will help, but then of course he’ll get a chance to do whatever he wants as well. You understand. All that pleasurable activity adds up and takes some time.” He kissed her lips gently.
Colton pressed against her back, nibbling at her neck. “He’s right, honey. This is only foreplay.”
“Foreplay?” she squeaked. But I came. The other issue at the top of her sex inquiry queue was an oft whispered topic among all her friends. Double penetration sex. Is that why it took so long? She’d heard there was lots of preparation—and even more lubrication—needed for success.
Warrick’s hand suddenly stroked a finger along the crotch of her very saturated panties before she could further contemplate any preparation for ménage sex.
She hadn’t even seen his hand move. She jumped as if goosed.
He—on the other hand—kept his gaze fixed directly on her eyes as he explored. When his finger slipped easily beneath the edge of her panty line and entered her slick pussy, she sucked in a deep breath. Then another finger joined the first. He finger fucked her for several moments as he watched her react.
Staring at him while he touched her so intimately made her heart pound harder and faster. Her cheeks heated, but she couldn’t keep her gaze from Warrick’s deep, penetrating stare as his fingers remained engaged below.
Colton reached up to pinch and stroke her pebbled nipples, and she almost came again. Her eyes slid shut as pleasure filled her being.
Warrick suddenly withdrew his finger from her body. “Eyes open, kitten,” he commanded. “I’ve decided I want to watch you come this time.”
Isabelle’s eyes opened slowly. She stared into his arctic-blue gaze as he thrust his two fingers back into her pussy, harder, deeper, faster. When his thumb glanced across her clit, she moaned and her eyes dipped half-closed. His fingers came out again, and he stopped.
She widened her eyes and he resumed the seductive and very arousing calisthenics with his fingers. In and out his fingers thrust faster and faster. The rhythm of his thumb rubbing her clit was equally stimulating, driving her arousal straight up.
He smiled sardonically as he pushed her higher and higher, closer and closer to a pleasure peak.
“Does this feel good? Do you like having my fingers buried inside your pussy?” he asked as if he queried about the local weather. “Do you want me to make you come?”
“Yes,” she managed to whisper. “Yes to all of your questions.”
He lowered his head and kissed her mouth seductively. She could barely keep up. He broke the kiss. “Well, don’t come yet.”
His mouth came down hard on her lips. Don’t come yet? Why not? She was close. Very close.
Isabelle turned her head, breaking the kiss. “I’m about to lose it.” She stared into his eyes again. “You make me lose control.”
“Good. That was my goal. But still…don’t come yet.” His grin was infectious. He kept stroking her below.
Her breathing sped up. She inched closer and closer to the ultimate satisfaction. His fingers sped their seductive movements.
“Wait,” he whispered, staring deeply into her eyes all the way to her soul. “Just wait a few more moments.”
Colton pinched her nipples, and a groan escaped. She almost lost it once more, trying earnestly to gather her wits.
Warrick kissed her cheek. He kissed her lips with the barest of pressure. He traced her mouth with the tip of his tongue as her arousal level hit an all-new pinnacle. She was ready to explode.
He pulled back stared deeply into her eyes and whispered, “Come for me, Isabelle. Take your pleasure. I want to hear you scream.” His finger stroked hard against her clit several times. One heartbeat later, she tilted her head back, leaned hard into Colton’s chest, and shouted the rafters loose with her climax.
Typically, she was delighted to get a single orgasm from any sexual experience. Two in less than an hour from two different men was a new record. And they hadn’t even taken their clothing off. Not to mention she was still half-dressed.