His eyes shot over to Dane for a split second and returned to me. “What about…this?” he asked, spinning me around.
I gasped at the quick move, but was turned on by how easily he could handle me.
I felt the heat radiating from his chest into my back, and a wisp of his breath fanned the top of my shoulder near the back of my neck. “Mmmhmm,” I hummed and let my eyes flutter closed.
His arms loosened from around my waist, and when I opened my eyes again, Dane was with us. He lifted his hand to the sides of my face and kissed me, rough and demanding this time. Leo remained behind me, his cock pressing against my lower back, one hand playing at a spot where the hem of my dress touched my outer thigh. Hands were everywhere. Pushing my hair to one side. Moving down from my collarbone and cupping a breast. Sliding the hem of my skirt back up to my waist.
I was in the middle, the filling to a hot-man sandwich, burning up, panties drenched and forever ruined by this new level of uncontrollable need. One guy pressing into me from the front, another from the back. I was safe, secure, and in their hands. Literally.
And I didn’t want to be anywhere else. I angled my head back against Leo’s shoulder as I gasped when fingers plucked at my hard nipple through my dress and bra.
I wanted the offending garments gone. I wanted those hands on my bare skin. Everywhere. I wasn’t a virgin, but I had never been with two guys. Had no idea what to expect. Although I had a feeling they were going to make me feel good. Really good.
“Tell us how much you want this,” Dane murmured against my lips.
“Yes...I do...I want you both,” I breathed out.
“Beg for it,” Leo ground out at my ear.
“Please,” I whimpered.
I felt Leo’s smile against my sensitive skin. “Not good enough, sugar. Please, what?”
When a hand spread over my lower belly, fingertips pressing just above my clit. I curled my hips forward to get closer. Oh God, I was going to come, and we still had our clothes on. “Please…do it. Take me. Together, one after the other, I don’t care. I want you both.”
They’d told me I’d beg for it. They hadn’t been wrong.
Seven
LEO
She said the words I’d fucking needed to hear from those perfect lips since the first second I saw her at the party. Take me. I want you both.
Fuck. My balls ached to fill her. She’d seen a dead body tonight, was possibly in danger from some really bad guys. But her mind wasn’t on that now. We’d made sure of it. The only thing I wanted her to think about was what we were doing to her. With her. Nothing else. The outside world could wait. Tonight, here, in Dane’s bedroom, it was all about Harper and showing her what it would be like with us. Always.
There was no more waiting. Nothing standing in our way but the damned dress. Reaching up, I tugged down the zipper at the back, the sound of it sliding down to her narrow waist only obscured by her ragged breathing. Dane slid it off her shoulders, and it caressed her perfect body on the way to being pooled about her bare feet.
Dane groaned.
“Shit, sugar. You wear this kind of lingerie all the time when you work?”
My cock pressed against her lower back through my boxer briefs. A spurt of pre-cum dampened them at the sight of her.
She’d been hiding a fucking bustier beneath her conservative dress. The kind that started a few inches above her navel with delicate panels of lace and satin and cups that lifted her breasts into perfect handfuls. It was risqué, feminine and almost made my cock weep a little more. And as for her panties, they matched, what there was of them. Just a little string that slipped between the pert cheeks of her perfect ass in the back and a little lacy triangle in the front. The only thing missing to set off the image of innocent little vixen was her sky-high stilts. But there was no fucking way I was walking away now to get them. I’d fuck her with those things on one of these days, those sharp heels digging into my ass.
“I...I like pretty things,” she whispered.
So did I.
I couldn’t get enough of touching her. She felt like warm silk, every soft inch of her skin. My hands roamed away from her breasts—Dane wanted a turn—to her waist, felt the flare of her hips and cupped her ass. Ripe and lush and perfect for a spanking. The idea had me wondering just how far she’d go.
“As do we,” Dane said, dropping to his knees before her. His fingers curled around the strings of her panties and slid them down her long legs before she stepped out of them.
He grinned up at her as he tucked them into his pants pocket. “Let’s see how sweet you really are.”
“Dane!” she cried, her hand dropping to the top of his head, fingers curling into his hair. She slumped against my back as my friend went after her pussy.
With deft fingers, I unhooked her bra and when I slid the straps off her shoulders, her gorgeous breasts sprang free. I reached for them again, this time my palms cupped the lush bounty. Nothing separating her warm skin from mine. Not quite a handful, but teardrop shaped and topped with coral colored nipples that beaded against my fingers. And when I gave them a little tug and she moaned, I knew they were sensitive. I had to wonder if she could come from just nipple play alone, but I’d have to explore that idea another time.