Hands landed on my hips as Kaleb pressed up against my back once more. In front of me, Trace stared at me, his eyes glittering, his face cold, his mouth set into a cruel slash.
Trace’s fingers went to his shirt buttons. “Strip her, Kaleb. And be quick about it. I want a taste of that pussy before I fuck her, and I don’t want to wait.”
Well, damn.
Chapter Two
Kaleb took my purse from me and tossed it on the nightstand. “Don’t move.” He smoothly and deftly divested me of my dress, bra, panties, and shoes in record time.
It all happened so fast it was almost dizzying.
Stood in front of me while sweeping his gaze over my naked form, Kaleb hummed. “Fucking gorgeous.” He skimmed a fingertip from my temple down to my jawline. “Do you know what I thought the first time I saw your face?”
I swallowed. “What?”
He dipped his head. “That I wanted to fuck it.” His eyelids drooped. “Tonight, I will.”
And my hormones had a breakdown.
“You’re blocking my view, Kaleb,” said Trace. “Move.”
Chuckling, Kaleb moved to stand behind me yet again.
A naked Trace prowled toward me—solid, sculpted, his cock long and rock hard. His blue eyes glittered with need as they drank me in. “Beautiful.”
I gasped as Kaleb pulled my arms behind me, the wrench in my shoulders making my nipples tighten to the point of pain.
Trace didn’t miss it. He swooped down and sucked one taut bud into his mouth. He lavished it with licks, nips, flicks,and sucks while Kaleb slowly kissed and bit his way from the hollow of my ear along to the curve of my shoulder.
My breathing quickly went to shit. There was so much sensation. So much raw need. It was intense and overwhelming and I craved more.
Trace released my nipple. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I first saw you.” He hauled me against him. “I’d say I’ve waited long enough.” He tossed me on the bed with a deliciously casual strength, like I didn’t weigh a thing.
Kaleb sat near the headboard behind me, his bent legs bracketing me, and pinned both my wrists to the mattress. That move went right to my pussy—it fluttered, heated, dampened.
Taking a firm grip of my thighs, Trace shoved them wide apart and swiped his tongue between my folds—a lash of wet fire that trapped a gasp in my throat.
“How does she taste?” Kaleb asked him.
Trace licked at my slit again. “Like a fucking dream.” He buried his face in my pussy and feasted. There was no other word for it. He ate me out with a devastating intensity that was nothing short of mind-numbing.
Making it all the more maddening, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t even arch into his mouth—his hands kept my thighs pinned to the bed as he took what he wanted. It sent my arousalsoaring.
The tension inside me built and built as he pumped his tongue in and out of my pussy over and over and over. My release hit me out of nowhere, arching my neck asso much pleasureflooded my body, hot and blinding.
“She looks even prettier when she comes,” murmured Kaleb.
My heart stuttered as I noticed Trace rolling on a condom while licking his lips. He settled his hips between my legs and gave me his full weight—oh God, that flipped somemajorswitches for me. Feeling the pressure of his dick pushing inside me, I inhaled sharply. He was thicker than I was used to, causing my inner muscles to burn with the stretch.
His jaw went hard. “It’s gonna be a tight fit.”
“She can take it,” said Kaleb, an urgency in his voice. “Fuck her.”
“Like I planned to do anything else.” Trace drove deep, forcing every last inch inside me, stealing the breath from my lungs. Then he was jacking his hips forward again and again, pounding into me. So hard. So deep. Sourgently.
I wrapped my legs around him, moaning with each brutal slam. With his weight pinning me down and Kaleb’s grip holding my wrists captive, I felt taken, surrounded, and utterly helpless … just as I’d wanted.
“That’s it, Briar, take his cock, make him feel good,” said Kaleb.