Taking my head in his hands, his gaze dropped to my mouth. I gasped when his lips met mine, for it was not a kiss. Not a kiss I knew. Warm lips touched mine, so soft and gentle I was confused, then he slid them back and forth over mine. His tongue flicked out to lick the corner of my mouth, then the other.
His mouth wasn’t firm or his lips chilled. Nor was it chaste. This was hot and carnal and it was just a whisper of a kiss. A sound escaped, making Luke groan. It was then that the kiss changed. With my lips parted, his tongue licked into my mouth, tasting me, learning me. Tentatively, my tongue met his and it was like lightning, a heated spark that shot through me.
“Hey, I wanted her first,” Walker said, his voice a rough growl.
Luke lifted his head long enough to snarl back, “Too bad.”
I loved the idea that these brothers were fighting over me, that they both wanted me enough to argue. They were like two toddlers fighting over a toy. And that was me. They were going to play with me, taking turns, and perhaps as they’d told me this morning, together.
Luke’s hand cupped my head, tilted my head so he could take the kiss deeper. I didn’t object. I couldn’t, nor did I want to. I wanted this kiss more than my next breath. It wasn’t just a merging of mouths, but a merging of souls. It was as if he knew just what would make my skin tingle.
I felt other hands on me as Luke continued the kiss. I never wanted it to end and by the way he continued and continued, neither did he. Warm air caressed my calves as I felt fingertips slide up the side of my leg. It too, was soft and gentle and yet I gasped.
“Walker.” I gasped his name, surprised by his boldness.
I turned my head in Luke’s grasp and looked down. Walker’s eyes were so dark, so filled with passion I caught my breath.
“Luke’s got your mouth. I get the rest of you.”
I studied him briefly, but Luke’s moved to my ear and licked along the delicate shell, then nipped at the lobe. My eyes fell closed as I breathed, “Yes.”
Walker made a rough sound of assent as his hands returned.
They weren’t being rough at all. Domineering, yes, but I felt no fear, no worry that they would take and take. There was no take. They were giving to me. I was awash in sensation, especially when I felt Walker’s fingers higher and higher on my thighs. I gasped again, but Luke didn’t relent and turned my head back to claim my mouth again, to swallow all my sounds of surprise and desire.
Walker’s hands stroked me, front, back, and then between. One hand moved to my bottom—still a little sore from the spanking—and cupped me as the other brushed over my curls and then in between. I couldn’t split my attention between what Walker was doing with his hands and the way Luke was kissing me.
“She’s dripping wet,” Walker growled.
“You’re always wet for us, aren’t you?” Luke whispered against my mouth.
“Aren’t you, doll?” Walker asked, raking his fingernails over the tender skin of my bottom, awakening the hint of pain from his earlier spanking. It focused my mind on him, on their questions.
Yes.
“I want,” I breathed, my body heating. “I want to keep feeling like this.”
The corner of Luke’s mouth tipped up.
“Yes, ma’am.” Just two little words that had me thinking that Luke and Walker were doing my bidding. They were touching me to make me feel good, not themselves. They were unselfishly giving me what I wanted. It was so unfathomable to me that I was left reeling. John would have never done something I wanted. It has always been about him. If I’d even mentioned wanting him to kiss me, or touch me, or fuck me, he’d think me wanton. And yet, he sought out a mistress who wanted just that.
John was gone, dead and buried and in my past. If Luke and Walker wanted to touch me and doing so made me feel... bliss, then so be it. I relaxed my shoulders as Walker’s hands crept back between my thighs once again.
“That’s it, doll, give over.” When he pushed on the inside of one thigh with his palm, I moved my right foot. “Good girl, let me in.”
Their praise made me feel just as much as their kisses and touches. I was pleasing them and they were definitely pleasing me. When one of Walker’s fingers circled my entrance and then dipped inside, I broke Luke’s kiss and cried out. “Oh my God!”
Pleasure, so sharp and bright pulsed through my veins. It was just the tip of his finger stretching me open and I was lost. I couldn’t wait for one of their cocks.
“She’s tight,”
Walker said, moving just the slightest bit further into me.
Luke began kissing along my jaw, nipping the tender skin as he worked his way to my ear.
“I know. She’s so snug, she fit my cock like a glove. You’re going to come for us,” Luke added, biting my earlobe again. “We’re going to get you nice and soft and wet so you’re ready for our cocks.”
I clenched down on Walker’s finger and he retreated.