“I bet you’re nice and wet for us,” Ashe continued. “That those panties, whatever color they are, are ruined.”
I felt my cheeks heat as I nodded.
Sam grinned, then palmed himself through his jeans. “Good girl, because my dick has never been so hard.”
“This first time’s going to be quick,” Ashe added, ending the chatting by cupping my face in his hands and kissing me. Yes, yes, it was so good. The feel of his palms warmed me. So did his kiss. I wasn’t cold any longer. I felt the pent-up need, the simmering arousal in Ashe’s body, in how he kissed me. It was as if he had just crossed a desert and I was his first sign of water.
I felt Sam’s hands on my shoulders, at my spine, the tug of the zipper and the slide of it parting my dress. Cool air caressed the skin he slowly exposed. Hands returned to my shoulders and slid the fabric off. It caught on my wrists, then slid whisper-quiet to
pool at my feet. All the while, Ashe kept kissing me.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” Sam murmured. I moaned when his palm curved around my hip before cupping my bottom. “White.”
Ashe pulled back and glanced down, took in what Sam had revealed. “Gorgeous. Are you a virgin, sweetheart?”
My mouth fell open in surprise at the question. “I’m in a hotel room with two men. Not very virginal of me.”
Sam’s lips settled on my bare shoulder, kissed his way to the juncture with my neck. I angled my head to give him better access. “Friends of ours met their woman and claimed her—her virginity, too—their first night together.”
“Friends?” I asked. Had I heard him right? Friends, as in plural?
Sam’s teeth gently nipped my skin, then his tongue flicked out, soothed. “Jamison and Boone. One look at Penny and they were done for. Turns out, she’d saved her cherry just for them.”
The idea of having my first time with Ashe and Sam held appeal. They’d have made it so much better than Jimmy Garcia in my freshman dorm, I was sure.
“Sorry, not my first time.” I didn’t think it was their first time either.
“It’s your first time with us. And, sweetheart, it’s your last first time.”
I frowned, but Ashe kept going.
“After all the dirty things we’re going to do to you tonight, you won’t be wearing white ever again.”
After that, it seemed they were done talking because Ashe’s hands cupped my breasts and Sam’s hand slid around my front to my belly, then lower, slipping beneath the lacy edge of my panties.
When his fingers slid over me, he groaned. But he didn’t stop, his fingers slipping right into me, nice and deep.
I gasped, went up on my tiptoes.
“Tight. Hot. Wet. Perfect,” he murmured.
The front clasp on my bra made easy work for Ashe, the straps sliding down my arms, then to the floor as well.
“Perfect,” Ashe murmured.
My head fell back against Sam’s shoulder as he slowly fucked me with his fingers. In, almost out, back in. The sound of our ragged breathing, the wet slide of his fingers was all I could hear. I was sheltered and protected between them.
“Please.”
“Ah, you beg so sweetly.” Sam pulled his fingers from me, lifted them to his mouth and licked them clean. I looked over my shoulder, watching him do so. “You taste just as sweet. Fuck, Ashe, you need to have a taste.”
“Gladly,” he replied, dropping to his knees before me and putting his face right…there. Through the thin panties, he nudged me with his nose. His warm breath fanned my sensitive skin and I whimpered. My clit ached, swelled.
Hooking his fingers in the waistband, he tugged the delicate panties over my hips and off. I stood in just my heels while they were still fully dressed.
“I want to see you, too,” I said, looking down at Ashe.
“Sweetheart, my dick stays in my pants until it’s time to fuck. Otherwise, I’ll come like a horny teenager all over those gorgeous tits.” He grinned, but it slipped when he looked for the first time at my pussy.