It was awkward, and he had to grasp her chin to tilt her head, so their masks didn’t hit, but he managed to take the kiss he seemed to want. He tasted of electricity and sunsets, like thunderstorms over the desert. His kiss wasn’t gentle, wasn’t sweet, but that was fine by her.
Thiswas the passion she’d wanted, the ability to lose herself to it, to get it out of her system and realize what a horrible idea it was.
Too quickly, he broke it and pulled away. “Okay, Fox.Slow, though. We clear?”
Sunny nodded, afraid of speaking and making them second-guess the choice. She reached for the straps of her dress, but Silver stopped her. His voice, rough and full of lust, didn’t seem so scary anymore. “What’s the point of a present if I don’t get to unwrap it myself?”
He ran the back of his hand down her side, teasing the edge of her breasts through the fabric. She’d thought she’d have to white-knuckle this whole thing, but now?
Now she was so close to begging them to do more.
When Silver reached the hem, he crept his fingers beneath it, staying on the outside of her thigh, moving up until he reached the edge of her lace panties. He dipped beneath the waist, then moved along the front, teasing her lower stomach, making her feet inch outward on their own.
How could a man turn her mindless so quickly?
Another hand pressed against the small of her back, and she couldn’t help but jump. There were more hands than she was used to, more to keep track of.
Black let out that laugh, the one that said he wasn’t mad, before he grasped her braid in a tight grip and pulled. It wasn’t hard, just the smallest of tugs, and yet her moan was low and wanton.
“Knew you weren’t quite as proper as you acted,” Black said, playfulness in his tone. “You tossed some of those things in the bag like a schoolmarm, but I knew better.”
Gold came up behind her, his wide chest and hard body crowding her. He moved his hands around her, then cupped her breasts through the white fabric. It was such a blatant touch, the sort she used to love.
There was something unfailingly hot about a man who didn’t hesitate, who didn’t act as though he weren’t sure what to do. Gold slid his large, warm palms over her breasts, teasing the nipples, as if he’d done it a million times before and knew exactly what she liked.
Which, to be fair, he seemed to.
Sunny let her head fall on his chest, a surrender, as she reached behind her to brace her hands on his hips, needing something to grasp.
“Fuck, you’re something else,” Gold groaned out, his voice rough. He shifted, slipping his hands down her sundress, moving the fabric so he could touch her skin directly.
If she was going to feel self-conscious about her breasts, it wouldn’t be right then. It was impossible to wish they were larger, to wish anything were different, when his calloused fingers teased her sensitive nipples.
Black walked away for a moment, and when he returned with the clamps, those old nerves hit her again.
He held them up, loosening the setting. “Won’t put them on tight. You hate it? I’ll take them off. I’m pretty damn sure you won’t hate them, though.”
Gold continued to tease her nipples, to draw them into hard points desperate for more attention. He rolled them between his fingers, squeezed them, a mimic of what the clamps would do.
Sunny cried out when he pinched them, as though driving home the point, and Black’s eyes brightened, as if he fed off that sound.
So Sunny nodded. How could shenotsay yes? Hadn’t they proven their point?
Gold moved his hands to beneath her beasts, holding them up like a showcase. It was perverse, having one man groping her while another watched.
Then Black leaned in and took her left nipple between his lips, sucking hard at the nub, and Sunny nearly came apart. When he released her, he attached the clamp, closing it slowly over the glistening tip.
The pain was instantaneous and shocking. She’d used clamps before, had enjoyed them so long ago, butthiswas always that moment of doubt.
Black caught her chin, forced her eyes to his. “Breathe, little Fox. Give yourself a second to decide.”
The safe word was on her tongue, but she did as he said. She breathed in, a whine on her lips, before exhaling.
The pain didn’t lessen, but it turned from sharp to dull, to an ache that matched the throbbing in her needy, drenched cunt.
Gold continued to tease the other nipple, to keep her stimulated and on that edge. “Good girl,” he whispered before flicking the clamp.
Thatmade her entire body jerk, so close to an orgasm from the mixture of pleasure and pain.