“Damn,” Kester murmured reverently. “Prettiest pussy in the world. So pink and swollen and wet.” His thumb grazed her nipple again.
Tarin kissed her inner thigh, nibbling a path toward her center. Instead of touching her where she most craved, he switched to the other thigh and tormented it in the same way until her legs were shaking. “Please. Tarin. Oh, God.”
“Please what, babe?” Stu asked as he fingered her nipple, pinching it lightly and then giving it a twist.
She cried out. The slight pain went straight to her clit, making it pulse.
“Tell us what you need, honey,” Kester murmured. His voice didn’t hold the commanding tone of Stu’s, but it was just as impossible to ignore. He flicked her nipple several times until she rolled her head back and forth, whimpering.
There was no way she could speak or even comprehend what they were asking her. Suddenly, Kester and Stu released her nipples and started drawing circles around them instead.
“Look at me, babe.”
She turned her head toward Stu, still whimpering. She was near tears from the wanting. Her lip was trembling.
He stroked his nails along the outside of her breast. “Our woman likes to be restrained.”
Her lip quivered.
Stu slid his fingers up to cup her cheek, stroking her bottom lip with his thumb now. “Tarin’s going to lick your pussy now. He’s going to make you come with his mouth.”
She moaned against his thumb.
Kester circled her nipple again. Maddening. It matched the fact that Tarin’s thumbs were easing along that sensitive spot inches from her vulva, torturing her without giving her any direct contact.
Stu held her gaze, bringing his lips to hers for a moment, kissing her gently. “No one has ever touched this pussy before, have they?”
She shook her head.
“What about you? Do you masturbate when you’re alone, babe?”
Her face heated and she shook her head, slower this time, subtly, embarrassed to admit she hadn’t ever touched herself before. When would she have been able to do so? She’d shared a room with her sister until they’d moved here three months ago, and she’d been staying with the Schamas since she arrived. No way would she have touched herself in their apartment and risked getting caught. She would’ve been mortified.
Stu smiled and kissed her again. “We’re going to make you feel good, babe.”
She nodded this time. “Please…” Why were they taking so long?
His smile grew. “The anticipation is half the fun, Ariel. The buildup. That tightness. The need to be touched.”
She was breathing heavier and heavier, and she bit down on her lip to keep from begging again.
Stu turned his head toward Tarin and nodded.
Ariel shifted her attention to Tarin also as Stu eased back to her side and cupped her breast again, this time flattening his palm over the tip. The sensation was different and made her arch again.
As she started to squirm, Tarin used his fingers to part her folds.
She was breathing so hard she thought she might hyperventilate.
He stared at her labia for a moment before he dipped his face and drew his tongue all along her folds until he flicked it over the tip of her clit.
She cried out, praying the neighbors never heard her.
“She’s vocal,” Kester pointed out as if anyone hadn’t noticed. “It’s sexy as fuck.”
Tarin stroked his tongue through her folds again, this time slower. He dipped into her tight channel, the sensation foreign but so amazing. When he wrapped his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top, she stopped breathing.
Her eyes rolled back, and she thought she might faint as he flicked his tongue rapidly over the tip. Holy shit.