Dropping my mouth to her shoulder, I kissed my way across it to her neck, then up to settle at the sweet spot behind her ear. “She taste like sugar?” I asked, my mouth watering for a turn on my knees.
Dane lifted his head, looked up at us with a glistening mouth. “Fuck, yes.”
“Touch yourself, sugar.” The words were coated with dominance, and she obeyed me without thinking, her hand slipping down between her thighs. “Good girl, now show me all that wet heat.”
Holding her hand up, I took it, brought her fingers to my mouth and licked off her essence. I groaned as her flavor burst on my tongue. “We might have to start calling you honey instead.”
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Dane said.
I recognized that tone. He was at the edge, ready to fuck. I couldn’t blame him. I was going to blow my load, and I’d just sucked her flavor from her fingers. He was getting it right from the source.
“You’re going to come all over my face, getting you nice and ready for us. Then we’re going to fuck you. Good and hard.”
She nodded against my shoulder, and Dane went back to work, lifting one of her legs over his shoulder just before he buried his head between her thighs once again.
I wrapped a hand about her waist to hold her up, telling her exactly what we were going to do. Dirty things. Naughty things. “By the time we’re done with you, sugar, you’ll be ruined for all other men.”
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HARPER
Oh. My. God.
I was going to come. I’d only had one guy get me off before, but that had taken tons of foreplay and probably a tired tongue on his part. Usually, I had to touch myself, work my clit to push me over the edge.
But Dane had fabulous oral skills, and Leo’s dirty talk would push any conscious woman over the brink. Dane hadn’t had his mouth on me for more than a minute before I cried out his name, my pussy clamping down and squeezing the finger he was curling expertly inside me. And his tongue flicked on my clit in just the right spot that I couldn’t hold back. The pleasure was like a freight train, plowing into me and running me over. Taking me away to bliss.
Good thing Leo was holding me up or I’d be a puddle on the floor.
I was lifted and carried to the bed, the cool sheets at my back. When I’d caught my breath and opened my eyes, Leo and Dane stood before me. Watching. Waiting.
“That was one,” Leo said, pushing down his snug briefs and gripping the base of his impressive cock. Whoa. That was going to fit in me? It was long and thick, a broad head that had a drop of pearly fluid at the tip. He smeared it with his thumb, then held it out for me.
“Here, sugar. This is for you.”
God, that was so fucking carnal. I pushed up onto my knees, crawled over and took his thumb into my mouth, gave it a gentle suck and a swirl of my tongue. I looked up at Leo through my lashes, saw the haze in his eyes. The heat.
“Fuck, sugar,” he growled.
The sight of him, knowing I could make him be this way—turned on and eager—was powerful. I didn’t want to turn the lights out. This wasn’t that kind of fucking. No. They saw my body, every inch of my wide hips and cellulite, every minor flaw was on perfect display. Yet they didn’t see them. And if they did, based on the readiness of Leo’s cock, he just didn’t care.
The metal clank of Dane’s belt buckle had me pulling off Leo’s finger, sitting back on my heels, watching him get naked, too. Side-by-side, they were gorgeous. Two completely different specimens of males, but just what I wanted. Dane was tall and lean, a runner’s physique. Dark hair was on his chest that tapered to a V at his navel and into a line that drew my eye directly down to his cock. Just like the rest of him, it was long and curved up toward his flat stomach. A vein pulsed up the length.
Leo’s skin was olive and darker than Dane’s. It was also graced by bad boy tattoos that showed a rougher life, a harder edge. I reached out, traced my fingers over the swirls and geometric patterns on his arm and his torso. Beneath my fingers were tense muscles, corded and hard. He was solid muscle, not a hint of flab. He even had that mouthwatering V at the crease of his hips.
My mouth watered from the hint of Leo’s pre-cum. I’d sucked cock before, but only did it more as reciprocation than pleasure. Perhaps it was because I’d come already, that I was, just as Dane had said, warmed up and ready for them, that I wanted to taste them, too.
Putting a hand on each of their chests, I leaned down, flicked my tongue over the tip of Leo’s cock, swirled it around the head as if licking an ice cream cone. Then I moved to Dane’s and did the same.
Glanced up at both of them. Leo’s jaw was clenched tight, Dane’s eyes almost black.
“More?” I asked with a sly smile. This wasn’t me. God, I was asking two men, two almost strangers, if they wanted me to suck their cocks.
Yes, two men. But strangers? I inwardly shrugged. Yes, I’d just met them, but they were different. This was different. It was more than a one-night-stand. It was just...more.
I could be myself. Perhaps be more than what I even knew possible. This wasn’t shameful or tawdry. Dirty? Absolutely. Wild? Completely.
That didn’t change my mind from what I wanted. Their cocks. I didn’t wait for an answer, just slid my hands down and gripped the base of each of their thick, pulsing flesh and sucked them, one at a time. I learned the feel of them, their heat, their flavor. The way Leo bucked his hips as I drew in my cheeks on a sharp pull. The way Dane’s fingers tangled in my hair and took me deeper.