Jed grinned. “We’ll both take you. Like this. One of us before you, the other behind. Both holes.”
“Now?” I asked. I wanted to tilt my hips forward into Jed’s touch, then back onto Knox’s and I gave over to it, almost rocking. Then their hands retreated and I whimpered. Jed licked his fingers once again.
“She tastes so good,” Jed said. “I want more.”
Dropping to his knees directly before me, he kissed my belly, his forehead brushing the underside of my breasts. Knox’s hand was on my hip, his finger smearing my own wetness across my skin.
“More?” I gasped, his hands hooking behind my right knee and lifting it. What more could there be when they put their fingers on me in such wicked ways? “Put your foot on the bed. Yes, like that. Good.”
Before I could question, Jed lowered his head and put his mouth on me. There.
My toes curled on the quilt and I dug my fingers into Jed’s shoulders as I felt his tongue slide up over my folds, parting them.
“Jed!” I cried.
He lifted his head and I saw his wicked, very wet grin. “I like hearing you cry my name. I can’t wait to hear it when you come all over my tongue.”
I didn’t know what he meant and he didn’t give me a second to think further on it.
Knox’s hands cupped my breasts again. His fingers began to tug and pull on my nipples, one side damp and slippery; I knew it was from me.
Now I understood why they’d asked so frequently if I wanted more. Now I understood why they had been holding themselves back. The two of them together, touching me with their full intent, was like being taken up into a powerful tornado. I’d read about their power, the carnage left in its wake. My thoughts swirled and were gone, my breath was frantic and I gripped Jed as the only way to keep from floating away.
The pleasure was incredible. His mouth was gentle, yet ruthless, coaxing my body on a path toward… something. I didn’t know what it was but I needed it with a frantic desperation I’d never known before.
“Please,” I begged. Vaguely, I remembered them saying they wanted me to beg. It wasn’t beneath me now. Nothing was beneath me at this point if they’d just make me feel better, to make me feel more.
“More. Please, god. I need it… I—oh.”
Even with Jed’s hold on my legs, I shifted my hips into his mouth.
“You like it when Jed eats your pussy?” Knox whispered in my ear. “You like it when I pull on your nipples? Pinch them?”
He did just that and I cried out. It was hot and sharp and then morphed into a soft, hot haze.
I was closer to where I wanted to go, but not… quite… there.
A flick of Jed’s tongue had me begging once again.
“Yes. Oh, yes, please. Jed!” I screamed his name when he did it again, then again, pushing me off a cliff. I was falling, flying, soaring and I cried out, sobbed, succumbed.
I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t hold myself up, couldn’t do anything but feel.
Somehow, I’d been placed on the center of the bed and when I opened my eyes, Jed and Knox were leaning over me. Jed was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and Knox was grinning.
“More?” Knox asked, stroking a hand over my bent knee.
My skin was heated and sensitive, my breath ragged and my heartbeat was slowing. I felt like… heaven. I smiled and stretched, not caring that when I raised my arms my breasts thrust up.
“More of that? Definitely.”
“You’ll come again, don’t worry,” Jed said, moving off the bed. He began to strip as he spoke. “The next time will be with my cock filling you up.”
“Hell, no,” Knox countered, moving to stand on the other side of the bed, tugging off his shirt. “I want her pussy first.”
I felt… incredible. Loose-limbed, loose-minded, relaxed. Sated. Satisfied. Wild and definitely wicked. But it was seeing the men stripping off their clothes in their obvious eagerness, fighting over me, that made me feel special. I couldn’t remember feeling special for such a long, long time.
Victoria, Marina and Tara had all made me feel like nothing. I shook those miserable thoughts from my mind and giggled when Knox got his foot caught in his pants and stumbled.