Only then did she remember that this was the first time he’d touched a woman in years. This wasn’t just going to be sex for him. This was going to be him finally taking off the last of the shackles. And God, did she want to see him freed.
How many times had she imagined standing before Dmitry like this? Him being real? Feeling his touch and seeing his face? All of those talks and late nights culminating with them being with each other without any barriers? It was almost too much to hold in her head at once.
Ren’s fingers traced up the sides of her neck in an almost lazy massage as Hayes held her in his palm, making her ache and want to grind against his hand. Ren’s lips brushed her ear. “I bet you’re so wet from having two hard cocks rub all over you at the club that you’ve ruined your panties. I bet you’re all slick and pink just thinking about the things we could do to you.”
Cora’s teeth pressed together, the words working through her and making her too hot for comfort. In her previous life, she would’ve been embarrassed, felt awkward by her level of arousal, but she couldn’t seem to find those emotions right now. He wasn’t wrong. She was ridiculously wet. If this went on much longer, the state of things would be visible through her pants. She tried to stay still, but she was squirming at the still presence of Hayes’s hot palm against her. She needed relief. “Please.”
“Mmm, please what?” Hayes asked, a predator scenting his prey. “I’m not sure I know what you’re asking for. Better be specific.”
Her eyes were squeezed shut. She couldn’t look at them and feel this all at the same time. “Please touch me, stroke me.”
“Stroke what?” Ren said. “Use your words, Cora.”
The heel of Hayes’s hand rocked ever so slightly, not nearly enough, and he knew it.
“Please,” she begged. “My clit. Please rub my clit. I need— I’m dying here.”
“Just rub it?” Hayes asked. “You’ve got low expectatio
ns, L. I think we can have more fun than that. What do you think, Ren?”
“I think you’ve waited a long time to taste your lovely Lenore,” Ren said to Hayes. “And I can tell you, remembering how she tastes has already got me hard.”
“Hmm, he makes a good case,” Hayes said, that tortuous hand still moving too slowly to do anything but drive her out of her mind. “But I think I might need to taste you both.”
Cora’s eyes popped open at that.
Hayes had a dark, pleased smile. He moved his hand away, making her want to beg all over again, and pressed the same hand over the thick outline in his pants, giving himself a squeeze. “Both of you get undressed. I don’t want anything on either of you.”
Cora stiffened, old self-consciousness coming back, but after a beat, Ren seemed to sense her nerves and stepped in front of her. He gave her that heartbreaker smile of hers. “Want help?”
She swallowed hard and nodded.
Ren went to work, pulling her top off as she unbuttoned her pants. Before long she was down to her underwear and bra, boots kicked to the side. Ren unhooked her bra, letting it fall away, and then he let his gaze slowly glide over her. He traced a fingertip over her panties, making her shudder, and then he tugged them down and off, leaving her bare and exposed in the low light.
“Now me,” he said softly.
Cora licked her lips and went for the buttons on his shirt. She could feel Hayes watching them and somehow that only made her burn hotter. She liked knowing that this was turning him on, that they were giving him a show. So she decided to give him a little more.
“Can I touch you?” she asked Ren.
Ren’s eyes darkened. “Who am I to deny that kind of request?”
She glanced over at Hayes, who gave a little nod. Silent permission.
She took her time unbuttoning Ren’s shirt and pushing it open and off his shoulders. He was so beautifully made that she enjoyed having a second to just indulge in the view. The colorful tattoos snaked down his arms and up over the front of his shoulders. There were intricate patterns and embedded pictures that one day she’d love to spend time cataloging. But for now she gave in to another impulse and leaned forward to run her tongue over one of his nipples. She bit gently.
Ren groaned and his muscles flexed. His long fingers tangled in her hair as she made her way down his chest and abdomen. When she got to the jut of his hipbone, she bit again. He hissed out a breath. “Fuck.”
“Muroya likes a little pain,” Hayes said, his voice heavy with arousal. “Look what you’re doing to him.”
Cora let her gaze travel downward, where Ren’s erection was straining against his fly. On impulse, she lowered to her knees and ran her tongue along his cock through the material. Ren’s grip tightened in her hair. “She’s not the most obedient sub.”
But there was no censure in the words, and he didn’t stop her.
She unhooked the button, slowly took down the zipper, and then grabbed the band of his boxer briefs to draw them down. She exposed the head of his cock and trapped his shaft against his belly. The crown was glistening with fluid and her tongue pressed to the roof of her mouth. She wanted to lick along the head and capture every drop. The urge threw her off for a second—that utter need to taste him, not just to make him feel good, but for her own pleasure.
Her gaze jumped up, catching his stare. She knew the question was all over her face. His jaw tightened like it was taking all of his restraint to stay still. “Ask me first.”