Oh. My. God.
“Look at how he’s watching you,” Heath murmurs in my ear. “Our hungry boy. He wants to eat you up. Nobody has ever licked your perfect pussy, have they?”
I shudder in anticipation. “Ahh, no.”
“He’s never buried his face between someone’s legs either. This will be new for both of you. You have to tell him what feels good.”
Everything will.
“Spread your legs, little miss.”
I’m shaking as I do as he instructs, hooking my thighs all the way over the outsides of Heath’s, and I feel my pussy bloom open, revealing that I’m already soaked in arousal.
Wyatt drops down, making an unholy sound that I feel deep in my core, and he presses his face to the inside of my thigh for a moment, kissing me there before bringing his fingers forward to stroke my slick pussy.
I buck my hips at his touch.
But when I reach for his head, to tangle my fingers in his hair and bring him to where I need his mouth, I realize he’s shaking too.
“It’s okay,” I whisper, my breath catching.
His gaze locks on mine, and he smiles, wolfish instinct overruling whatever momentary nerves just rocketed through him. “Can I lick you?”
All the air whooshes out of me. “Please,” I beg.
He groans and gives me a slow, pointed lick, right on the seam, and I practically climb up Heath from how good that feels.
It’s followed immediately by a grunt, a pause. Then his tongue goes flat, covering every inch of my inner sex from lip to lip, and then up to my clit, and both of us make a sound when he circles that throbbing bud.
Then it’s only me crying out, because he’s caught my clit in his mouth and he’s sucking.
I had no clue this is what it felt like. “Oh. Oh, yes.”
Wyatt pulls off, looking up at me for approval.
Heath laughs. “When she says, ‘oh, oh, yes,’ whatever you’re doing then, just keep doing it.”
Wyatt latches back on, and I wrap one leg around his shoulder, pinning him in place.
I never want him to leave his post between my legs.
“Is it always this good?”
Heath kisses my temple, his hands on my tits now, my nipples his willing captives. “It will be with him. Every time. And he’ll get better as he learns your body.”
“Every night,” Wyatt promises, then licks a slow, promising circle through my folds. My eager fellow pupil. We’re in this together.
Every night?
Could I be so lucky?
Wyatt curls his hands under my ass, lifting my hips as he realigns himself to lick lower, teasing my entrance with his tongue now. He’s watching my face as he tells me, “I want to put my tongue inside you.”
I push my hips up in a wordless offer. But he’s not done yet.
He’s using his words to set a scene, to play with me. Turn me on before he devours me again. “Can I taste where Heath’s gonna put his cock tomorrow?” Lick. Swirl. “Where you’ll take us both by the end of the weekend?” The barest of thrusts, and a groan when he tastes more of me. His eyelids hood as he glances up at me one more time. “Perfect little untouched hole gonna taste so good.”
I cry out, and he gives me what I need. His tongue, thrust into me. Someone else, inside my body. Wyatt’s tongue is the first intrusion. Their fingers might be next. And by the end of the weekend, their cocks.