Tavish thrust into her hold with an involuntary clench of his ass. He was as comfortable with the primal side of his nature as he had been making small talk at the party the night before. Civilized ferociousness, that’s how she was coming to think of him, and Legend, and maybe all of the Shields.
Karolena’s fingers landed on Legend’s cock, which drew her full attention. He was so damn warm. An odd mixture of steely and soft that she found difficult to resist. Her fingers curled instinctively, grasping as much of him as she could hold.
He groaned, his cock jerking against her palm at their first contact. A pearl of precome emerged, encouraging her to squeeze him. He could take it. And seemed to like it plenty too.
It was surreal, not only seeing a man who wasn’t Vladimir nude for the first time in her life, but to realize how different they were and how badly she wanted more than to play with him like this. If she was going to live out her fantasies for an afternoon, she intended to make the most of her temporary insanity.
While Karolena explored, rubbing and massaging Legend’s shaft, then toying with the fluid at his tip, Tavish did some wandering of his own. His arm went higher up her shirt, exposing a strip of pale skin on her belly. Not too much, though. Certainly not enough that she was about to request he stop playing with her breasts.
When his hand finally cupped one fully, an easy handful for him, she sighed and pressed against him even as Legend was doing the same to her.
“I bet these tits are so perky. I’d love to see them someday. To suck on them while I’m fucking you.” Tavish clearly enjoyed the idea. His cock was a solid rod beneath the fabric of his kilt.
She was too engrossed in the sensations already bombarding her to remind both him and herself that this was a one-time show. She couldn’t afford to get too close to anyone.
“You like this?” Tavish asked, though she thought it was kind of obvious by the way she was squirming under the watchful stares of the two hottest men she’d ever met, tugging Legend closer by his dick even as she arched into Tavish’s clutches.
“Yes.” She turned her head, wishing she could taste his parted lips, but there were some lines she refused to cross no matter how potent the longing.
“Want more?” Tavish asked, and Legend moaned. He certainly did. Was she ready to take him?
“Yes.” She at least had to find out. It couldn’t hurt any more than the times Vladimir had accosted her while she was asleep, completely unprepared, or unwilling but too resigned to fight him.
“Legend, get on your knees. Knock the edge off for her so she’s relaxed and soaking wet.” Tavish’s accent thickened as his cock did the same in her grasp.
Did he mean…? Was he telling his partner to put his mouth on her like Vladimir had always made her do to him? Was that a thing?
Legend dropped to his knees, buried his face at her core and breathed deep through the fabric covering her most private parts. He hummed. “She’s going to be delicious.”
“You’re so lucky to get to taste her.” Tavish speared the fingers of his free hand into Legend’s hair, which was a bit longer on the top than the sides. He took hold and pressed Legend’s face against her crotch forcefully enough that it had to sting his scalp. But Legend didn’t seem to mind and wrapped his fingers in the waistband of her pants.
That Legend trusted Tavish completely to know his limits made her more confident that they would respect hers as well.
“Can he take them off you?” Tavish asked, monitoring her reaction to his partner’s intentions.
“What if someone comes? I’m supposed to working in here.”
“Oh, someone is definitely going to come. Preferably a bunch of times.”
Karolena snorted, but Tavish wasn’t laughing. Legend hummed, sending vibrations through her that curled her toes in her utilitarian black slip-on shoes.
“We can get you off through your clothes if that’s all you’re comfortable with. We’re not going to leave you hanging no matter what you decide,” Tavish promised.
“Um, here, I can give him access.” It sounded stiff and formal even to her given what they were about to share. But it was a limit she couldn’t get past. For some dumb reason, that thin barrier made her feel less defenseless. They didn’t pressure her for more.
Karolena toed off her shoes, then yanked the stretchy material down on one side, gyrating until she extracted her left leg. The pants remained half on, sheathing her other leg, clinging to it as if that made what she was doing any less obscene or irresponsible.
Legend and Tavish didn’t seem to care about her false modesty. Not when Legend was inches from her pussy and the cheap pair of thin panties covering it. When she went to repeat her motion, Tavish stopped her. “You aren’t real attached to those, are you? You’re going to break something trying to contort out of them.”
She shook her head no.
Legend grabbed the front and back panel, ripping the side seam and crotch wide open, leaving the scraps buried in her pants and under her butt.
“Oh.”
Tavish laughed. “Trust me, you don’t want to delay a moment more than necessary. His mouth is heaven.”
That sounded like he knew from experience. The thought of watching a man suck another man’s cock sent a tremor of pleasure through her. Especially if it was these two getting it on. If those sorts of relationships existed among Vladimir’s men, they’d certainly been wise enough never to show a hint of it in front of him, and therefore her.