“My pleasure,” Hardin all but growled, quickly leaving the office.
“Were you naked when you did your studies?” he asked, his fingers going to the hem of my scrub top, knuckles brushing over my belly.
I shook my head.
“First mistake. Naked is very important.”
I raised my arms for him as he lifted the top over my head, baring me one piece of clothing at a time.
“Are you guys going to
get naked, too?”
“You want to see my dick again?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Mine, too?” Hardin asked as he came back into the room, shut the door behind him. His hands went to his belt buckle and, with deft fingers, opened it.
“I want both of you, and not for research purposes. Please.”
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Please.
I loved the sound of that. She wasn’t begging. Not yet. But she would be.
“Out of the way, fucker. It’s my turn with our girl.”
I raised a brow at Hardin’s words and stared at Sam. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were glossy from our kiss, but it was the way her tits practically bounced from her little pants.
Fuck me. She was wearing lavender lace today, which did nothing to hide her nipples. My dick punched against my jeans, eager to get in her. She might have played with some dildos and vibrators, Christ, but they weren’t the real deal. Unless she bought some monster fake cock, she’d never been opened up like she would be taking our dicks. We had to go slow. Get her ready.
Beyond ready.
“Hardin’s mad he didn’t get to lick your pussy this morning.”
Hardin grunted and dropped down onto the couch. It had been here since the previous owner, the leather weathered and worn, but I doubted it had ever been broken in the way we were going to today.
With my hands on her shoulders, I turned her around to face Hardin. Because he was so big and she wasn’t, his face was at the same height as her tits. He shifted forward so his mouth was inches away. He looked up at her.
“Okay?” he asked.
Her consent had been blatant when she told us she wanted us for sex and marched herself back to the office to get it. But being her first time, she didn’t have any idea what she was in for and I was thankful he was checking in. Her body might be eager, but that smart brain of hers might start overanalyzing and change its mind.
“Yes.”
I slid my fingers outward along the smooth of her shoulders, taking her bra straps with them. They slipped down her arms. She sucked in her breath, held herself still.
I worked open the clasp at the back, and the lacy confection fell to the floor.
“Holy fuck,” Hardin growled.
Being so much taller, I had a great view of those glorious globes. Not too big, but definitely lush for her small frame. Her nipples hardened as we watched.