Keats added a finger inside her, his now sharing space with Colby’s, and her hands curled against the wall as the two men stretched and stimulated her. Their fingers moved in easy rhythm inside her, one sliding downward while the other sank deep, their knuckles grazing each other on the exchange. The image was enough to nearly do her in. They were both inside her, both mouths sucking and laving at her with sexy, wet sounds. Her body clenched around their invasion, everything so slick and alive with sensation that she wasn’t sure she’d be able to stand much longer.
“I’m not going to last,” she whispered.
Colby spoke against her skin. “We didn’t say you had to. Take what you need, baby. Come for us.”
And with that, they both increased the speed and enthusiasm of their oral assault. She couldn’t tell who was where when. It felt like a hundred tongues and hands touching and devouring her at once. Her teeth clenched, the wired tension inside her coiling tight, tight, tighter.
Colby’s blunt nails dug into her flesh, and his tongue pressed against her right as Keats swirled his tongue around her clit. She lost it. Sparking energy raced over her skin, and she cried out, her neck arching and her heels lifting. Colby shifted his hold quickly, grabbing her hips and keeping her in place as they continued to kiss and taste her everywhere.
She gasped through the orgasm, harsh sounds coming out of her, and finally her knees really did give way. Both men backed off, guiding her downward until she was on her knees in front of Keats, Colby’s arms wrapped around her waist to keep her from tipping over.
She let her forehead rest on Keats’s shoulder as she breathed her way down from her intense release.
“You okay, George?” Keats asked softly as he ran a hand over her head.
“Definitely okay,” she said, repeating her words from earlier and smiling against his shoulder.
“Good,” Colby said, “because we’re not done with you.” He slid his hands up to her breasts, caressing. “Because I know when you watched from your window and imagined what having two men would be like, your mind went to where we’re about to take you.”
Oh, God. She bit her lip, knowing what he was suggesting.
“I bet that’s when you played with your other vibrator, testing out how it would feel to be oh-so-full and helpless.”
Keats groaned along with her. And Colby was absolutely right. She’d imagined it then. But she’d imagined it a lot more lately. “I don’t even know if I can . . .”
Colby turned her around, his eyes catching her gaze. Despite the dirty talk and the commanding tone in his voice, his hazel eyes were tender when he looked at her. “We want you, Georgia. All of you. But know that we would never hurt you. You know how to stop things.”
She inhaled deeply and reached out to trail her fingers along his beard. “I don’t want to stop.”
He smiled and leaned forward as if to kiss her, but then stopped himself short, always respecting her boundaries if they hadn’t discussed some act yet. He touched his forehead to hers instead. “Go in my room and wait for us on the bed. We’ll be just a minute.”
“Okay.”
She let him help her up, and he gave her a pat on her ass before she headed toward the bedroom. “There’s a blindfold in the top drawer of my dresser. Take it out and tie it over your eyes once you’re kneeling on the bed.”
A little shiver went through her and she nodded. A few minutes later, she was arranged how he asked—kneeling on the bed with a red sash tied over her eyes. Every nerve in her body seemed to be standing at attention, and she had to take a few deep breaths to center herself. She wasn’t scared. She had no doubt that Colby and Keats would take care of her and would stop if anything was too much. They’d proven that each time they were together. If she needed to slow down, they did. If she had questions, they were answered. And they were always so tender with her after an intense night—bathing her, soothing any aches or pains with salve, tucking her into bed. Colby had even given her the option of not doing anything that would leave a lingering mark. But she’d declined the offer. She’d never admit it out loud to anyone, but the faint bruises and rope burns she’d gotten from their nights together gave her some strange sense of pride. Those marks said she was brave and daring. They were proof she was taking chances again. Signs of her old self. So right now, she was ready to give them whatever they wanted.
For so long, she’d felt so unbelievably scared and vulnerable, questioning everyone and everything around her, always on guard. Every time she went out, she still had to fight the urge. But here with Colby and Keats she could let all of that go. She could tear away the defenses and literally leave herself naked and at their mercy without fear. Somehow she felt more free in this moment than she had in a year, even though she was giving over complete control. This was her get-out-of-jail-free card.
Footsteps sounded somewhere off to her right, and she knew she was no longer alone. She licked her lips, trying to stay still. A hand touched her shoulder and she jumped.
“Easy, there,” Colby said. “We’re here with you now.”
She nodded. The bed dipped and more hands touched her waist—Keats had climbed behind her. “We’re going to make you feel so good, George.”
Hands and mouths coasted over her and she tilted her head back. The guys were being gentle, warming her skin again, sampling every inch of her, kissing away any nerves that might’ve lingered.
Colby’s fingers glided over her sex, and she nearly sagged into him to hold herself up. “Look how wet you are for us. So gorgeous. Blindfolded, nipples hard and damp from our mouths, pussy lips swollen and shiny.”
“You have a dirty mouth, Colby Wilkes,” she said softly.
“Mmm,” he said, a smile in his voice. “Good thing you like that kind of filth.”
“You’re a bad influence.”
“I hope so.” He teased her entrance with the tip of his finger and she made a needy sound.
“What’s wrong?” Keats asked as he wrapped his hands around her breasts from behind and kneaded them in his palms.