“You two cannot be restrained,” he growls, but even through my needy haze, I know it’s a form of praise.
Wyatt mutters something that sounds like damn straight and moves his mouth down my neck, to the collar of my shirt, and then peels that back, licking my newly exposed flesh.
Heath catches my jaw in his hand, his fingers warm and just a little rough against my skin. “Do you want to give Wyatt a taste of those tits he wants so much?”
I whimper and nod.
“Pull up your shirt,” he whispers, his breath hot against my temple. “Show us your sweetness.”
I don’t have a lot going on, little almost-B cups, which isn’t much when you’re petite to begin with.
But the way Wyatt’s mouth drops open when I tug my T-shirt up, baring my breasts, makes me feel like a porn star. He makes a feral grunt, his hands immediately squeezing my sides, stroking the bottom of my breasts with his thumbs.
“Look at you,” he breathes, then he full-on gropes the left one while he presses his face against the right. He takes a long, shuddering inhale, then begins to brush the gentlest kisses over my slight swells.
Heath pulls my shirt over my head, then presses his face next to mine, watching. He curves his fingers over my thigh again, higher this time. Very close to my aching core.
The combination of two burly men—these two men, in particular—caressing me all over is enough to make me spontaneously combust.
A powerful need coils inside me, a restless ache that makes me feel empty. I know it won’t be answered tonight; Mr. Boss Man has said I need to sleep on it to be sure, but I already know what I want.
They belong inside my body.
I’m not sure how that will work, the two of them at the same time, but I’m wild with that need. I twist my head, catching Heath’s mouth with mine. Kissing him, nipping at his lips. Showing him I’m ready for more, anything to soothe the ache.
And then Wyatt’s mouth opens against my nipple, his tongue wet as he laps at me for the first time, and it’s my turn to go feral. I writhe against his mouth so fiercely I slide off Heath’s lap. He catches me, hauling me back up. Wyatt follows, and then Heath’s sitting back against the headboard, and I’m safely between his legs. Wyatt’s on top of me, caging me between their bodies, and it feels so good I can’t even stand it.
Heath strokes his fingers up and down my neck. “Can we strip you down, sweetheart?”
I nod mutely, and he murmurs for me to lift up. I’m trembling as Wyatt tugs my sweatpants down my legs.
He covers me with his body, his mouth soft as he kisses me. “You’re so pretty,” he says quietly, his gaze locked on mine. A moment of pause, before he rears back and takes his first, long look at me naked and sprawled on top of Heath.
And for all that this is his first time too, Wyatt’s not like me. He’s not innocent. He’s full-blooded and clear-eyed in his wicked intent for me.
He grins at Heath over my shoulder. “She’s our pretty little plaything for the weekend, isn’t she?”
Heath growls appreciatively in my ear. “Ours to do whatever we want with.”
“I like the sound of that.”
They’re talking about me like I’m not perched on Heath’s lap, panting in anticipation. Just having a casual conversation as he gropes me. His hand is hot on my hip, his fingertips brushing just shy of my mound. Little closer.
But instead, he sweeps his touch north, pinching at the nipple Wyatt sucked on. I moan, a bit desperate now.
“I love that you’re just a little slip of a thing,” Heath says reverently, and it sears into my brain. That’s important, I think dimly. He likes the size difference between us. Likes that he can manhandle me. I like it too.
“Yours to do…whatever you want.” I lick my lips, trying to find the words for what I want next.
It’s so hard to spell it out when I’m turned on. And I’m not the only one fighting the effects of arousal.
Heath cradles me against his chest, his touch gentle even as his body flexes beneath me. His thighs are rigid, his cock a hard brand against my ass.
And in front of me, Wyatt is blatantly stroking himself through his shorts as he stares between my legs.
Yes. That.
“Lesson three,” Wyatt growls. “More kissing, yes?”