I followed his gaze. Wylder didn’t look away, his eyes burning into mine. I was burning all over, but it could be so much more than this. If the guys could handle taking things that far.
Looking back at Kaige, I gave him one more kiss, this one softer though still passionate. In a way it was a question. The tenderness with which he kissed me back, even though I could still feel the tension running through his body, seemed like enough of an answer.
I’d make sure he didn’t regret it.
I eased out of his embrace and stepped over to Wylder’s chair, running my fingers along the Noble heir’s shoulder. He stared up at me, not quite a glower. His jaw was tight, his hands still clenched, but he couldn’t seem to look away. The humid air practically thrummed with tension and heat. Still, he didn’t move.
He was pissed. I wanted him to do something about it.
The whiskey had loosened my tongue. “Are you just going to sit there and watch him fuck me?”
Something snapped in Wylder. He reached for me with a snarl and yanked me to him with his fingers tangled in my hair. The shot of pain that ran over my scalp brought a wave of pleasure with it.
Wylder kissed me furiously, his fingers knotting deeper in my hair as his hot tongue invaded my mouth. As I kissed him back, I ran my hands down the flexing muscles of his chest. Our teeth knocked against each other, our tongues dueling. Then he was pushing me down to the ground with him braced over me, careful of my bandaged shoulder.
Kaige got up, his breathing uneven as he walked over to us. My limbs tangled in Wylder’s as he kissed a path down to my collarbone, his hands skimming under my top. In one swift motion, he pulled the shirt off me so all that was left was my bra.
I gazed up at them, their faces framed by the night sky with its studding of stars. The collective hunger in their eyes made my stomach lurch with anticipation. I’d never done something like this before, never been with more than one guy at once, but it felt right. Necessary. Like if we didn’t fulfill the promise of this moment, we’d never get it back again.
Kaige had brought the whiskey bottle with him. He took a gulp as he sat down beside us but made no move to reach for me. Wylder’s scorching mouth traveled down the valley of my breasts, stopping to swirl his tongue around my nipples through the soft cotton of my bra. As his teeth bit down on me, the feeling teetering between pain and pleasure, I moaned.
I squirmed under him as he marked a trail of kisses to the edge of my jeans and popped open the button. As he tugged them off, Kaige knelt down, his expression as hungry as a predator waiting to pounce on its prey. With a flick of his thumb, he opened the front clasp on my bra. The cups fell away, leaving me in nothing but panties.
Kaige’s eyes roved my bare skin like a caress. Wylder leaned back on his heels to take me in too. As the combined heat of their attention washed over me, Kaige upturned the bottle of whiskey so that the amber fluid trickled onto my chest. The liquid warmth flowed over the curve of my tits before forming a rivulet down my bare stomach. My breath hitched in anticipation.
Wylder and Kaige glanced at each other. Even though they didn’t speak, I could tell they’d communicated with each other silently.
Wylder settled over one of my breasts and slicked his tongue up the mound to the peak. Kaige descended over the other. His hot mouth sucked hungrily as if he wanted to drink in every last drop of the whiskey on my body.
I writhed under them as their solid bodies encompassed me. Their combined weight felt delicious. Our increasingly ragged breaths mixed together as they cocooned me between their muscular chests.
I looked at them with my eyelids at half-mast. My pussy convulsed at the sight of their heads bobbing up and down, lapping up every trace of whiskey and spreading heady bliss in their wake.
“Oh, fuck,” I murmured.
Kaige traced his tongue down to my stomach. He poured more of the whiskey into my belly button and began to lap at it hungrily. I rubbed my legs together, my panties completely soaked now, chasing the climbing pleasure.
Wylder saw what I wanted. His fingers slipped over my throbbing pussy. He rubbed up and down the slit with the heel of his hand against my clit. My breath caught, and I let out a moan when two of his wicked fingers rose to my clit and flicked at it.
Wylder observed my face before he did it again, more urgently. “That’s right, Kitten. Let’s hear you mew.”
“Time to get these off,” Kaige announced, jerking my panties down my legs so fast a few of the threads at the seams snapped. He gazed down at my cunt, looking like his mouth was watering. “So fucking gorgeous.”
Wylder hooked his fingers right inside me, making me arch off the ground. He pumped them until I was bucking against him and then held them to my lips. “Take a taste.”
His gaze was so bright and avid I opened my mouth and lightly sucked on his fingers. Wylder’s eyes turned hooded. He pinched my nipple as if in reward and bent down to kiss me at the same time Kaige lowered his mouth to my pussy.
I groaned against Wylder’s lips. He drank up every sound I made as he ravished my mouth and Kaige licked my pussy like it was an ice cream cone in his favorite flavor. I was just climbing to the edge of the precipice when Kaige stopped and grasped my waist to flip me over.
I shifted onto my hands and knees, favoring my wounded shoulder, and squealed as Kaige pulled me back by the hips. He positioned me in front of him, and there was the sound of foil ripping open. I only ached with the lack of attention for a few seconds before his hard cock rubbed against my slit.
It slipped inside my pussy, which was so wet he met no resistance. My inner walls expanded to accommodate his girth. His dick hit an angle so deep inside me that my eyes rolled up and I nearly forgot to breathe.
Kaige drew himself out before rolling his hips right back into me, not giving me time to recover. I growled in answer as I thrust my hips back to match his rhythm. My shoulder prickled, but every other part of me felt so good I didn’t give a shit.
Wylder unzipped his jeans. He freed his cock, his hand moving up and down its engorged length as he watched his friend fuck me from behind. The piercing at the tip gleamed faintly in the twilight.
I licked my lips. I’d wanted to feel that ring against my tongue since the first moment I’d seen it. “I need a taste of that too,” I said, my voice coming out husky.