I closed my eyes, but when Cash dropped to his knees they flew open. I tried to close my legs because he was right there. He couldn’t miss anything.
The corner of his mouth tipped up and the tip of his finger stroked over the bare spot. My hips bucked at the light touch. The spot wasn’t anything sensitive, like say, my clit, but CASH WAS TOUCHING MY PUSSY!
His head lifted and he looked away, down the length of the counter. He met my eyes and said, “Don’t move. Not one muscle.”
Bennett’s thumb stroked the inside of my thigh and his gaze shifted from my pale yellow panties—which had slid back over my pussy—to what Cash was doing.
He was back in seconds, taking the cap off a marker. One moment, he had the gusset of my panties pushed to the side again and was writing something on me the next. Right in the bald spot.
“Cash!” I said, but his shoulder kept one knee from closing and Bennett dropped down beside him, ensuring I stayed nice and wide and so he could obviously get a closer look.
I couldn’t see what Cash was writing, but I could feel the cool rasp of the marker tip against my skin. It wasn’t sore any longer. Maybe it was but my adrenaline was flowing. Two guys were between my parted thighs and writing on me.
There.
8
JULIA
* * *
Cash handed the thick black marker—the permanent kind—to Bennett and he took his turn writing on me. Only when the cap was back on and he’d tossed it onto the counter did they look up at me.
Two men, on their knees and between my thighs. I was exposed, but I still had my panties on.
“Are you insane? What did you write on me?” I was equally stunned and aroused. They weren’t laughing, they definitely weren’t running away. In fact, Bennett licked his lips.
Cash’s finger slid over the smooth skin. “Property of Cash.”
“—and Bennett.”
I tried to bend myself forward so I could see, but there was no way. “I can’t believe you did that!”
Cash shrugged his shoulders, not the least bit concerned I was riled up. “You see this as an embarrassing mistake. I see it as perfect. I plan to mark you with my cum; but this is a great way for everyone to know this pussy belongs to me.”
I should be appalled that he’d claimed my body. But I wasn’t. Nope. Call me crazy, but it was hot as hell.
“Do you think so low of me I’d let someone get all the way to my pussy before they find out I’m involved with you two?”
Bennett stood, hooked his fingers in the sides of my panties. Cash moved his hand away. “Lift,” he said.
I was thinking too hard to question what he was doing. I leaned to one side to facilitate his working the skimpy lace under my butt, then the other side. “We’re men. You’re ours. Since we’re going to eat you out and make you come in the next five minutes, your pussy’s ours, too.”
My brain stalled on eat you out in the next five minutes. My pussy liked the idea.
“Neanderthals,” I muttered.
Cash pushed my legs wide, and I put my hands behind me for balance. “We’re possessive,” he said, his fingers sliding over my pussy. I was wet, swollen and very sensitive. “You’re sopping wet. Let me clean that all up.”
With his hands on my thighs, he leaned in, put his mouth on me. I shot up and almost off the counter, but he pressed down, holding me in place.
“Oh!” I cried, my head falling back. I’d had a guy go down on me before. Once. It didn’t do much. It had felt good, but he didn’t know what he was doing. Cash only validated that because, holy shit, he knew exactly what he was doing. He’d found my clit, flicked it gently, circled it and discovered I moaned when he touched the left side of it. Then did it again. And again. His beard tickled my inner thighs, brushed over my pussy.
I felt my dress part and my bra tugged down. Then a mouth on my nipple.
I looked down, saw two heads. One dark, one light. Both of them were touching me, licking me. Sucking. Playing.
I rolled my hips, tried to get closer to Cash, to hump his face because, god, it felt so good. It wasn’t a slow burn, a gentle simmer. It was intense, like an inferno. I couldn’t catch my bre