It was almost a growl in Scott’s deep voice. “Get those panties off. Don’t make us wait.”
I shuddered with excitement and stepped out, until I was naked except for my glossy beige, open-toe high heels.
Ben stood up behind me, and his hands slid across my belly, one easing its way down to spread my pussy wide for the camera. The brush of his fingertips over my clit was electric. I bit down on my bottom lip, quieting my moan.
“Fuck, she’s wet.” His other hand curled around my breast, kneading it. I had to lean back against his chest for support, and clung to his strong forearm. Beneath his t-shirt, Ben’s heart thumped along at a gallop. Was he nervous or turned on? I pressed further into him.
Oh. Definitely turned on.
“Oh my God,” I said. His fingers stirred, one long stroke down and up, then circled where it felt best.
“You like that, don’t you?” The voice just over my shoulder asked.
My lips pressed into a line and I nodded quickly, not wanting him to stop. Every nerve ending in me was alive and firing.
There was rustling as Scott climbed to his feet. His hand went over his shoulder, tugging a fistful of his shirt over his head until it was off and flung away. I inhaled sharply at the sight of his golden tan skin and the muscles rippling beneath it. My gaze followed the line of his body where his hips arrowed down into the sexy V, the best part just covered with the waistband of his boxers. It sat an inch above where his jeans stopped.
I was going to burst into flames.
Scott set his hand on my shoulder and urged me to turn into him, and then both men were touching me. My breasts, my ass, and the shortest strokes through my slit, torturing me. Ben’s mouth found my earlobe and bit softly, but his hands were more aggressive. Sharp tugs of my nipples stole my breath.
The tremble in my legs was back.
It threatened to collapse me, and my palms flew forward, finding Scott’s shoulders when he dipped down so he could wrap his lips around my breast. I stared at the top of his head with glazed eyes and hung on. Ben’s support was gone so he could yank off his shirt, hurrying to keep up.
I could think of worse ways to make money than being sandwiched between two incredibly hot men while they were focused on me. I mean, I couldn’t think of any worse ways right now, because my brain was functioning on only a basic level. The level that was all about need, and pleasure, and satisfaction.
They both radiated heat as they closed in. Hard chests were against me on both sides, flattening me between them. Scott’s hand tangled in my hair and tugged my head back, forcing my gaze up to the ceiling, and the men descended on me like a pack feasting on their kill.
Chapter Three
I moaned as tongues traced the curve of my neck, and lips followed the line of my collarbone. All sense of what I was supposed to be doing was gone, and I allowed myself to be swept away in the sensations.
“Put your hands on our dicks,” Scott whispered in my ear, quiet enough I was sure the microphone couldn’t hear. My eyelids fluttered open and I blinked back into reality. Time to stop being so selfish.
“You gonna give me some hard cock?” I said, my tone forced. Shit, how lame did that just sound?
Ben didn’t notice, or he covered for me. “You better fucking believe it.”
Both men worked to undo their zippers as I reached to grasp them through their pants. It was awkward with my hand behind my back touching Ben, but holy shit. He was big. Scott was too, from what I could tell. I’d known I’d be working with a guy larger than average, but now a tiny part of me was freaking out. How was I going to handle two enormous cocks?
Anxiety climbed higher when Scott’s jeans and boxers dropped, and I got my first look. It was a monster. His cock was long and thick, just like I’d expected from countless hours of watching porn, but that had been from behind the safety of my computer screen.
When I stood stunned and motionless, Scott grabbed my hand and wrapped it tight around him, squeezing our hands closed. Then he began to fuck my fist. My mouth dropped open, watching him.
“That’s so fucking hot,” I gasped. His eyes flared with approval.
Ben’s shorts were off, and I cupped my other hand around the fat head of his dick, stroking down the length.
“Oh, fuck, yeah.” His hips pumped, spurring me on.
Scott’s expression twisted with pleasure and Ben issued a loud sigh when I gripped them tighter. Damp, hard, and throbbing skin pushed against my palms, and the heavy breathing of the men was enough to make me ache. My pussy was dripping wet.
“On your knees, Nina.”
I stared up into Scott’s sky-blue eyes as I folded one leg beneath me, then the other, resting my knees on the carpet, my grip on the men never letting up. I’d seen enough porn to know what to do. I stroked my hands in sync, down their impressive lengths, and twisted as I came back up.
Without prompting, I swept my tongue over the tip of Scott’s dick and he jerked under my hold. He stared down over his sculpted body to connect with mine, and the hunger in his eyes was dangerous and enticing. I parted my lips and took him in my welcoming mouth.