“I would like to find out for myself,” Karolena said, her voice breathier than she’d ever heard it before. She cleared her throat, making Legend smile against her thigh.
Tavish, however, was a little more clear-headed. “Do you mean what Legend specifically is capable of or is this new for you?”
“Uh.” Should she lie? What was one more whopper on the pile? Would they stop if they knew how little experience she really had compared to them? Would they be disappointed when they realized all she really knew how to do during sex was lie there and take it?
Apparently her hesitation was answer enough for them.
“Holy shit,” Legend muttered before looking up at Tavish. “Please don’t make me wait to show her everything she’s been missing.”
Tavish looked a bit angry. At her? “Don’t you dare. Eat her until she comes all over your face.”
Karolena’s body gathered at the thought alone. Except it also made her nervous. “I don’t know if I can—”
“I do.” Tavish aimed some of his authority at her then, but not in a way that frightened her. He reassured and made promises she hoped he could keep. “Relax. Let us take care of you. There’s no hurry and no expectations, okay? Stop thinking and feel what we can do.”
Legend petted her inner thighs and rumbled, “Enjoy and the rest will happen, or not. No pressure.”
“But I’d bet my entire cut of our bonus from last night that you won’t be able to hold out long beneath his tongue. I never can.” Tavish smirked, confirming her suspicions.
Karolena sighed and did as they instructed.
“That’s right,” Tavish purred before guiding Legend’s head to her bare flesh.
Then he didn’t need any more encouragement. He licked her lightly, getting her used to the feel of his tongue on her skin. It was warm and wet and so soft she instinctively spread her legs wider to give him better access.
“Hell yes.” Tavish cheered them on. He let go of Legend long enough to rearrange her legs so they draped over his partner’s shoulders. Then he attended to himself. He reached beneath his kilt and grabbed hold of his erection, lifting the fabric so it was obvious he hadn’t been wearing anything beneath. He reclaimed her hand and drew it to him, encouraging her to pick up where she’d left off on Legend, instead stroking him.
Legend cut his eyes to Tavish, who said, “You can jerk yourself, but slow. Don’t get too excited. We’re going to save that cock of yours for Karolena.”
At least if they kept their word, she’d already have found satisfaction by the time they advanced to intercourse. Maybe that would make it less unpleasant when Legend finally sought pleasure within her for himself. Fair enough after how much attention they were already willing to shower on her.
Tavish let his kilt rest on top of his cock, which jutted up from beneath it. She thought it seemed even more obscene with him semi-dressed than if he was as bare as Legend. But his in-between state didn’t last long. As she took over for him, working his cock, which was longer than Vladimir’s but not as thick as Legend’s, Tavish attacked the straps at his sides until he was able to unwind the kilt from his narrow waist.
And then the guys were both there, bare before her, unafraid of putting themselves on display for her greedy stares and touches.
Karolena mimicked Tavish’s earlier hold on Legend’s hair, using it to encourage him to linger on spots that fanned the fire growing low in her belly. When Tavish leaned in, she began to pump his cock in time to the swirls of Legend’s tongue, which were traveling upward toward the top of her slit.
Tavish put his hand over hers, showing her how he liked to be handled—a few rapid strokes before a couple slow ones. Then he dragged her fingers lower until they trailed over his balls.
When he groaned, she did too. Both because of the rapture Legend gifted her with and also because it thrilled her to know she could have a similar impact on them. Vladimir had often told her how much better it was when he slept with other women and how cold and unadventurous she was. To realize that this pair of men had no complaints…it was the most potent turn-on of all.
Tavish used her hand to jerk himself off. They watched Legend devouring her, sucking on her clit in between passes of his tongue while he rubbed his own cock. As Karolena began to feel herself open and grow aroused, something she hadn’t ever experienced so intensely, Legend burrowed deeper, pressing his tongue to her opening and a bit inside before returning to spoil her clit with kisses, licks, and soft sucks.
Karolena stared at him in wonder, watching him operate between her thighs like the master he was. All the while Tavish thrust into her fingers, now curled tightly around him. He fucked her hand, giving her some idea of what it might be like once he fitted himself inside her.
She wished they would hurry, that they would claim her.
But they refused to be hasty. They acted as if they were going to spend as much time screwing her that afternoon as her ex had in the entire decade of their forced marriage.
“Is he doing a good job, Karolena?” Tavish asked, the warmth of his breath on her neck as he braced his forehead on her cheek.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, and assumed it was answer enough. Her eyes closed as she absorbed the sparkles they had sent through her veins, so she didn’t anticipate the contact with his palm until he returned it to her abdomen, stroking gently.
“You’re so beautiful,” Tavish told her. “Your cheeks are flushed and your nipples are hard. Do you want me to pinch them for you? Rub them so you feed Legend your first orgasm for today?”
Karolena wanted to question his bold assessment, but she didn’t bother. Instead she opened her eyes and hoped he could see the plea in them.
“That’s what I thought.” Tavish smiled, though it was sharper now that it was seeped in arousal at least as potent as her own.