Jay flattened his hand on her stomach as the others stepped into the room, leaving the door open this time. “Which nipple?” he asked.
She rolled her eyes.
Nile chuckled. “The left one.”
“So, you’re saying no one has touched the right one yet?” he teased, grinning.
“Not to my knowledge.” Nile glanced at the other two men, but Layla jerked her attention back to Jay as he slid his hand up to cup her right breast.
She wiggled under the intensity of his gaze. This one touch brought her right back where she’d been just minutes ago. Aroused. Needy.
He circled her nipple through her shirt with one finger, languidly as if they had all the time in the world.
She fisted her hands at her sides, willing him to stop tormenting her. It should have been weird, knowing that the others were watching, but instead it felt less weird than knowing they were outside a closed door wondering.
Jay circled her nipple over and over, staring at her while she squirmed.
“Please…” she finally murmured.
“God, I love that sound,” Ledger said. “I could happily watch her writhe all night from right here.”
“Maybe we need an open-door policy,” Jay suggested, never losing her gaze. “Maybe our woman likes to be watched.”
“I’m okay with that,” Gatlin muttered. “She’s so fucking sexy.” He leaned forward, dropping his hands on the mattress at the foot of the bed, but not coming closer.
Layla groaned. “I’m not sure I like this game.”
“Oh, baby, this is not a game,” Jay promised. “Or if it is, you will always be the winner.”
“Are we rushing you, hon?” Gatlin asked as he kissed her foot.
She shook her head. “No. I mean, my head is spinning. I’ve never felt this…desperate.”
Ledger came to her other side, sat on the edge of the bed, threaded his fingers with hers, and lifted her arm over her head.
She gasped at the way he held her, forcing her to feel more open and exposed with her arm stretched above her. She glanced at him.
“Give me your other hand, princess.”
She was shaking as she slowly eased it up alongside Jay’s body until it too was stretched over her head.
Ledger held both wrists in one of his. He tipped her chin so that she faced him again. “We’re not going to fuck you tonight, princess. It’s too soon. But we’d love to make you come. Is that okay?”
She was panting as she nodded, her face heating once again.
Gatlin set his hands on her shins and parted her legs slowly.
She was fully dressed, if a tank top and leggings could be considered fully dressed. Somehow they made her feel like she was naked and exposed to their gazes.
Jay suddenly flicked her nipple, and she would have shot halfway off the bed if Gatlin hadn’t been prepared and gripped her legs.
She gasped, her vision blurring, and then Jay found her nipple with two fingers and pinched it.
She writhed, squirming as much as she could with Ledger holding her arms and Gatlin’s hands sliding up her inner thighs.
Suddenly, Nile was leaning over her, somehow between Gatlin and Ledger. He stroked her cheek with one finger, and when she met his gaze, his expression was serious. “You okay, sweetheart?”
She nodded.