My heart hammered against my ribs, and he continued to snooze through the way he was driving me wild. Link hadn’t stirred, and his shape provided a solid wall of muscle on my other side.
Elliot moved one hand, and brushed the bottom of my breast, teasing my nipple. A zing yanked inside me, and doubled in intensity when he muttered, “Fuck…Fallyn.”
His hips worked in a grinding motion. Bugger, he was dry humping my leg.
“Elliot,” I hissed sharply.
No answer.
Should I roll him off me? Or maybe slide my fingers between my legs and get myself off? Because I didn’t know if it was wrong or right, but I liked the implications of this. That he was dreaming about me. That he had me half-trapped.
It was cranking my desire up double time, and the throb between my thighs insisted I decide soon.
I shouldn’t finger myself to this, regardless of how much I wanted to. “Elliot,” I hissed again.
“What the…?” Link’s sleepy question reached my ear.
I glanced at him with a sheepish grin. Great. What now?
His smile was adorable. “Do you want help?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “But I’m not sure with what. Pushing him off or getting me off.” Fuck me. Did I really just say that aloud? It was like we were in a different world right now, and I didn’t know the rules.
Link bit his bottom lip—apparently that was sexy on a guy. “I’ve never seen him do that before.”
This was as surreal as it was arousing, talking about a sleeping Elliot like he wasn’t here, and that Link knew him well enough to feel comfortable making that statement.
Link studied us a little longer, and the pulsing under my skin grew more intense with each passing second. He finally reached an arm out, and my heart leaped into my throat.
“Elliot.” Link’s voice was deeper, sharper, than before. He gave Elliot a light shake.
Elliot’s eyes flew open, his face only inches from mine. Time froze as he held my gaze. “Shit. I must’ve been dreaming.” He didn’t move.
I didn’t dare do so either. “Seems that way.”
He started to pull his hand away, and impulse snaked through me.
I grabbed his wrist, and moved his palm to my breast instead. “I didn’t say you had to go.”
“Yeah?” His smile went from sleepy to wicked in a heartbeat.
“That is… if you want to see what happens next in your dream.” I glanced at Link. “And show the two of us, in the process.”
Elliot shifted his weight, this time intentionally, and there was no longer a question of his intent. His weight pinned me down and locked me in place. I was helpless, in the most delicious way.
He looked at Link. “Do you want to watch?”
“No.”
At Link’s reply, my heart sank.
“I want to help.” A growl undercut Link’s words, carrying a kind of possessiveness that surprised me and called to the dampness pooling between my legs. He gripped my chin and forced my face toward his. The way he dragged his thumb over my bottom lip sent shivers over me.
I hadn’t kissed either of them yet. The realization struck me hard. But, why would I? This was play, not love or romance.
Elliot slid a hand under my shirt, glided up my stomach, and lightly pinched my nipple. That combined with the way he had me locked down made me squirm with need.
Link lowered his head toward mine, and my heart slammed loudly in my chest. The sound was deafening, drowning out my thoughts. When he sealed his lips to mine, my heart nearly burst. The kiss started soft. Tentative.