Chapter Eighteen
Tamsyn
Lying between these two men and being spoiled by both of them was beyond her wildest imagination. Especially the part where it seemed fairly effortless. Shouldn’t there be more fumbling, more awkwardness? Yes, Hux had said they’d done this before, but it didn’t sound as though they’d had enough experience that they should function like a well-oiled machine. Well-oiled, ha.
She could feel the slickness between her legs from her climax and the lube, and she relished what probably should’ve been a shameful feeling. She wanted these two men to mess her up more, have their breath and sweat and come mingle and mix.
More surprisingly, she found herself craving their care. The debauchery was A-plus, top-notch, and she wanted more of that for sure. But despite herself, she’d melted as they fed and petted her, held the glass to her lips and had her drink while they praised her.
The climax might have been earth-shattering, but the aftercare seemed to seep into the crevices that had been opened by her orgasm and reached her very core, possibly where her soul and all its deepest, most closely held longings.
What would it be like, to be little for them?
Thankfully she didn’t have time to ponder that gut-churning question because both Hux and Lo were looking at her expectantly. Or should she say Daddy and Lolo? Whoever they were to her, they’d said they wanted to pleasure her and she would absolutely let them. She and Hux had talked about limits beforehand and she desperately wanted to see what kind of adventure these men would choose from the things on offer.
As if a secret signal had passed between them—and maybe it had—Hux slid her down the mattress and pulled back the bed linens while Lo cleared away pillows and the remnants of their repast.
Then they were on either side of her, hands and mouths on her skin, fingers sliding into her hair. Lo tugged her hand and pinned over her head, soon mirrored by his brother, and Lo gathered both her wrists in a single large hand and held her down. Her back arched in response and she let out a small sound. Bondage really was the greatest.
Especially when Lo dipped his head to take a nipple into his mouth and suckle, and Hux did the same. That was heavenly; the wetness and the suction and the way they’d nip her unexpectedly with teeth, and then used their free hands to pry her legs apart.
She had enjoyed their dirty talk, but she didn’t regret their mouths being occupied with teasing her nipples. The arousal flooded her and she gasped when Lo started to draw lazy circles around her clit while Hux slipped a finger inside her, quickly followed by a second. She was on the fast track to another orgasm already.
Lo relinquished her nipple with an audible pop and before she could miss it, Hux was cupping and squeezing her breast and then pinching, rolling the sensitized bud between his fingers.
“We’re going to fuck you now, pretty girl. We’re going to fuck you until we spill all over you, mark you. You’ll like that, won’t you? Feeling our hot release all over your skin?”
“Uh-huh.”
She could picture it now, and fuck, yeah. How would they do it, though? So many configurations to choose from and she knew she hadn’t imagined them all.
“Me first,” Lo pronounced, “since Hux has already had a turn.”
Being talked about like a carnival attraction to be ridden shouldn’t have turned her on, but it did. As did the way Lo pressed a hard and fast kiss to her mouth before rolling off the bed and stripping down. No scar bisecting this chest, a ripple of muscle made up his abdomen, and a proud dusky cock jutted out from a nest of coarse hair. My goodness, these men were just…
Hux popped off her nipple and turned to the bedside table, looking for who knew what while Lo prowled over the bed toward her then settled himself in a straddle over her ribcage.
He was so big and masculine looming over her this way, the hard planes of his body so different from the softer curves of her own. It made her feel small and conquered. Lo grabbed his cock, wrapping fingers around it before starting to jerk himself. Not fair!
“Lolo, I want to—”
“Don’t worry, princess. I’m going to make good use of you. But right now I just want to look at you, all spread out under me, your nipples all wet and tender from being sucked on, and your pussy getting wetter while Hux plays with you. I want to see that hungry look on my little toy’s face.”
He pushed a thumb into her mouth and she sucked at it eagerly, wishing it was his cock.
“You just love penetration, don’t you, babygirl?”
She nodded with his thumb still fixed between her lips, and he gave a dark chuckle. “Good. We’ve got so many ways to fill you up. But for right now, I want to take advantage of these gorgeous tits of yours.”
Lo snagged the lube from the nightstand, flicked open the cap and poured some over his erection and then continued to work it while she laved his thumb, imagining it was his cock instead.
“I’m gonna fuck your tits. Spill all over your chest so I can see my come on your skin.”
Tamsyn moaned and nodded around his thumb, because yes, fuck yes. She loved the roughness of it, feeling used, and the tease of the thrust of her partner’s hips that left her cunt aching for penetration. The aftermath was sexy as hell too.
“And while I’m fucking your tits, Hux has got something for your pussy.”
Jesus it was hard to keep track of the two of them. Would this overwhelm ever go away? Did she want it to? She thought perhaps not when she shifted her attention to her daddy who was slicking up a dildo with the lube before notching the silicone at her entrance.