“Did you hear something?” Ford asked.
“Not a damn thing.” Tanner circled my entrance again and again.
“Please, I need you inside me,” I begged. I was going to die if one of them didn’t push into me.
“Yeah? You want us to finger fuck you?” Ford asked, amusement in his voice, but his heavier breathing revealed that he was turned on, too.
“That’s pretty shameless,” Tanner scolded, giving me a mock-stern look. “But maybe that’s not what she meant.”
“It’s what I meant,” I gasped.
Ford raised an eyebrow as he looked at me. I knew what he wanted—for me to say it—and I did so shamelessly. “Please stick your fingers in me.” It was humiliating, but I needed it too badly to care.
And then Tanner had mercy on me and pushed his thick finger into me. I shrieked and I swear, I almost came. I was so damn close. Tanner stroked his finger in and out, and I got close again… and then his finger disappeared. A moment later, he popped it into his mouth, sucking on it. “Mm… tastes good.”
“Yeah?” Ford said. “Think I should try?”
“Yes,” Tanner and I said at the same time. And then Ford’s long finger was inside me and I groaned, grinding against his hand. If only he’d touch my clit.
“Very tight,” Ford said. “I bet she couldn’t take a big cock like ours.”
“I can take it,” I moaned.
And then I shrieked again because Tanner slid his finger back in while Ford’s was still there. “Yeah, really tight,” Tanner said, a glint in his eyes.
“Too bad. I really wanted to fuck her,” Ford said. He was working his finger in the opposite rhythm of Tanner’s. One went in, one went out. I’d never felt anything like it, and I was moaning pretty much continuously.
Suddenly, I sat straight upright, a sudden movement that made my breasts bounce. Tanner gave an appreciative whistle.
Someone’s thumb was brushing over my clit. That was what had made me jolt. “Please,” I begged, not even sure what I was pleading for.
“God, the sounds she’s making are really hot,” Tanner said. His eyes were still glued to my breasts, but his finger never stopped. “I’d love to know what she’d sound like if we fucked her.”
“Too bad she’s too tight,” Ford said.
“I can take you,” I said, gasping for breath. The thumb on my clit sped up, circling and stroking it with just the right amount of pressure.
“Can you?” Ford sounded skeptical. “Let me see if I can get another finger inside you.” A moment later, I felt pressure on my inner walls, and then they stretched as Ford eased another finger in.
“God,” I moaned, barely able to say anything else. I was so close. I’d been pushed to the edge of an orgasm and was teetering there, not quite able to topple over. My legs were trembling and I had to stop myself from convulsively kicking out.
“She is tight, but she’s so slippery and wet for us. Think we can stroke her together?” Tanner asked, his voice thick with lust.
“On three,” Ford said. “One.” It felt like the fingers inside me were somehow getting larger—or maybe I was just clamping down around them.
“Two,” Tanner said, and the thumb stroked harder on my clit. I was pretty sure he was the one doing that.
“Three,” Ford said. I tensed my muscles to brace against the onslaught. All three fingers pushed deep inside me, as far as they could go. Working in perfect unison, they pulled back and then thrust in again. And again. And then once more.
And then my world exploded. My body thrashed back and forth and then seized up, trapping their fingers inside me. Pleasure filled me as my body jolted, my hips rising off the cushion. The pressure on my clit didn’t let up, and I started writhing around as if electrocuted. Wave after wave of pleasure flowed through me and my body trembled as I struggled to absorb it all.
Ford fisted my hair and angled my head toward his, capturing my moans as he covered my mouth. He deepened the kiss, holding me still even though bolts of pleasure were still shooting through me.
At last, Tanner’s finger stilled on my clit, and my breathing slowed a little. Then Ford pulled away and Tanner pushed his finger into my mouth for me to suck. I did so and watched while Ford lifted his own fingers to his mouth. “I didn’t get a taste before,” he said with a wink.
I collapsed on the sofa between them, feeling spent. My muscles were loose and endorphins were kicking in like crazy. I felt great. I felt amazing.
And I wanted them to feel that good. Tugging at my shirt, I pulled it back up over my breasts so that I could move my arms more freely. The neckline was completely stretched out, but that was the least of my concerns right now. Then I tried to decide where to begin.