TWENTY-NINE
Georgia felt a hand in her hair and one cupping her breast, but she wasn’t sure if it was Colby or Keats touching her. Or both. Both. God, she was actually doing this.
She was still kissing Keats, but things were happening around her. Buttons were unfastened and her skirt ended up on the floor somehow. All the while mouths and hands were moving, exploring—her own, theirs. She kissed her way along a line of song lyrics curling over Keats’s bicep, and Colby unhooked her bra, sliding it off her shoulders. Her nipples grazed Keats’s chest and he groaned against her ear as his palm found her breasts. “So goddamned beautiful.”
His hands were warm and rough-skinned against her, the gentle friction sending sensation straight to the burning spot between her thighs.
“Straddle him, baby,” Colby commanded. “Spread your legs and let him feel how wet you are. How wet you’ve been for us during the whole movie.”
Keats’s green eyes met hers as she hooked her leg over his lap and got in position. His gaze ate her up with pure lustful hunger before his fingers dipped beneath the waistband of her panties and slid along her slick folds. “Fuck, George, you’re so ready for us.”
He stroked along her clit with deft, callused fingertips, and her nails dug into his shoulders. “God, that feels good.”
“Don’t let her come yet,” Colby said. “Keep her riding her edge. Same goes for you.”
Keats continued to tease her but eased some of the delicious pressure. “I have a feeling Colby’s going to be beating the shit out of me later for disobeying because I’m feeling anything but submissive at the moment. I want to see you come for me, George. I want to hear my name on your lips.”
She groaned at the shift in attitude in the man beneath her. Keats might be submissive under the intense dominance of Colby, but she was seeing anything but that in him right now. He looked like a man on a mission to fuck her into oblivion. And she felt like a woman ready for exactly that.
“Please, Colby,” she said, sending him an appeal as she rode Keats’s fingers. “I’ll never last unless I get the first one out of the way. I’ve been wound up for hours.”
Colby’s ominous eyebrow lifted. “How bad do you want it?”
Keats’s fingers curled inside her, surprising her by rubbing slowly along the perfect spot. Goddamn, she had to give the guy credit. When she was twenty-three she hadn’t even known how to find her own G-spot. And here he was pressing all the right buttons. “Pretty damn bad.”
“I play fair. You’re two grow
n adults. You want to fuck before we get started. Do it. But there’ll be a price to pay afterward.”
“What price?” Keats asked.
“That you don’t get to know until afterward. And Keats, she has permission to come. You do not.”
His jaw clenched, but Georgia could see the flare of lust in his eyes at the command. There was that submissive side. Nice. “I can wait.”
“I don’t care if you can, you will.” Colby ran a hand over the back of Georgia’s head. “You two have twenty minutes in his bedroom alone. Then you meet me in mine.”
“You’re not coming with us?” Georgia asked.
“Your first time with someone shouldn’t be with an audience,” he said. “Plus, I have a few things to get ready. Better make that twenty minutes good, though, because after that you two are all mine.”
Colby leaned over and gave her a deep kiss full of promise, all while Keats’s fingers continued to stroke her. Colby pulled away, leaving her a little breathless, and then he turned his head and kissed Keats as well. Seeing their lips and tongues clash up close had Georgia almost coming on the spot.
Oh. My. God. They were sexy together.
Keats yanked his head back with a grunt. “Damn, she just clamped down on my fingers hard.” He looked to Georgia, a little amazed. “It really does turn you on, doesn’t it? Seeing us kiss?”
Colby grinned. “Told you she had a fetish. Bet she already owns 28 Dicks Later.”
She laughed and pushed off Keats, letting his fingers slip out of her panties with a delicious, clenching glide. “Shut up. I’m a woman on the verge here and you’re teasing me.”
Keats climbed off the couch, his erection providing a prominent outline against his shorts, and wrapped his arms around her. “Come on, George. You’re all mine for twenty minutes, and I’m definitely not going to waste a second of it.”
Then he was lifting her up and draping her over his shoulder.
She yelped in surprise. “Keats! No, your ribs.”
He delivered a swift smack to her ass, surprising the hell out of her. “Hush. Indulge my caveman impulses right now because I have a feeling once Colby gets hold of us, he’s going to make me get on all fours and bark like a dog or something.”