“Please,” I gasp again. My brain has shut down, and that’s all I can say.
“Your breasts are lovely,” he says. “But I think I have a better idea.” He sinks to his knees and lifts my skirt out of the way. His fingers slide up my inner thighs, coming heart-stoppingly close to my thong.
He looks up at me. “What do you want?” he asks again.
He’s right there.His fingers are almost grazing my clit. If West wasn’t holding me motionless, I could move my hips. I could deepen the contact. My orgasm is a touch away, and I’ve never needed it more. “Please put your fingers inside me.”
He smiles up at me. “Like this?” His fingers slip under my thong and move to the side of my clit. I squirm, trying to get them to make contact.
West's firm voice sounds a warning in my ear. “Be still.”
I bite back my frustration and obey.
Rob slides a finger into my slick pussy. My eyes flutter shut in response to the onslaught of sensations from his touch. “So wet,” he growls. “You like this, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathe. Even if I wanted to lie, my body offers copious amounts of proof about how much I’m enjoying myself.
“Do you want another finger inside of you?” Rob’s voice is hoarse. “Ask for what you want, and I will give it to you.”
“Yes.” All thought has fled my brain. All I can do is repeat what he said. “Yes, I want another finger inside of me.”
This feels so intimate. As closely as they’re holding me, I can feel West and Rob’s every move. I can hear every harsh intake of breath. I can feel their arousal, their desire, and their need, and it fans the flames burning inside me. I’m building up into a crescendo.
“So fucking wet,” Rob murmurs. He pushes another finger into my pussy. “So fucking tight.”
I feel my body stretching open for him. My muscles grip his fingers, clenching around them. He begins rhythmically stroking me, his fingers pistoning in and out of my waiting, eager pussy.
“Please,” I gasp again. I’m close. So close.
He increases the tempo and curls his fingers slightly upward. His thumb grazes my clit, and then circles it, slowly and deliberately.
West tightens his grip on me. I can feel his erection bulge against the curve of my ass.
The room, the sounds, the rope cinching my breasts, the slickness in my pussy, the sensations in my body—everything is blending into one. “Please, please, please,” I chant. My pussy clenches around Rob’s fingers, trying to bring them deeper inside me. I writhe against West, helpless, needy, and aching for release. My breath is coming in short pants. Heat pulses through my body. I am perfectly balanced on the knife-edge between anticipation and ecstasy. I want to experience all of this. All of West. All of Rob. I want to feel every bit of them.
The tension in my body spikes. A quiver runs through me. “I’m coming,” I wail.
“Ask for permission,” West whispers in my ear, his voice dark and delicious. Hearing him, Rob cooperatively stills his touch.
“Please,” I beg, my voice high and trembling and unrecognizable. I will die if Rob stops. “Please, I need to come.”
West’s tongue brushes across the shell of my ear. “Since you asked so nicely,” he growls. “Come for us, baby.”
Rob’s thumb circles my swollen, throbbing clit.
And. I. Shatter.
Uncontrollable shivers wrack my body. My muscles spasm, and I moan and writhe between West and Rob, breaking apart into millions of pieces of pleasure. Rob continues to finger me until my tremors ease.
West holds me up, kissing my neck, anchoring me against his body. He guides me to the couch, and I sink onto his lap. He wraps his arms around me, and I lean back against him.
Rob offers me a bottle of water, and I drink. For a few minutes, nobody breaks the quiet. Then Rob gives me a wicked, challenging look. “Ready for more?”