He nibbles my lower lip and licks the seam, demanding entrance. I open my mouth with a hum of pleasure, and his tongue slides in as if he belongs there.
Every nerve in my body is ablaze. A shiver runs through me. I sit on one man’s lap and kiss another, and it’s hot and filthy and perfect.
Julian unbuttons my shirt and spreads it open. His hands cup my aching breasts, squeezing them hard. He rolls my nipples between his fingers, and I arch in response and whimper into Damien’s mouth.
Damien pulls back with a groan and surveys me with hot eyes. I’m not wearing a bra underneath the shirt, but I wasn’t brave enough to forgo my panties. From the expression on his face and the way he’s drinking me in, it doesn’t seem to matter.
Then he looks up at Julian. “Can you hold her legs open?” he asks, his voice deliberately casual. His lips curve into a wicked grin. “From what I remember, she likes to clamp them shut when she’s close.”
He’s speaking about me like I’m not there, and fuck me, that’s hot. So hot I almost don’t register his actual words. “You remember that about me?” I ask, shocked. It’s been ten years, after all.
“I remember everything about that night,” Damien responds. He tugs me closer, moves the coffee table out of the way, and kneels in front of me. Julian puts his hands on my thighs and spreads me open. Damien pushes my panties aside, and then. . .
And then his fingers part my folds. His mouth is on my pussy, and all thought flees my brain. Nothing is left except sensation and blistering hot pleasure.
Julian wraps his big, callused hand around my neck. Desire jolts up my spine. He’s not squeezing my throat, and I trust him not to do anything that would put me in danger.
But if he wanted to, he could.
Is it messed up that that turns me on?
Damien’s tongue laps my slit. “So wet already,” he breathes. He pulls his head back, watching me with an openly appreciative look on his face. “So fucking wet, and we’ve barely started.”
With one finger, he slowly rubs circles around my swollen clit. A shudder of arousal runs through my body.
I moan softly, and Julian chuckles, his breath warm against my ear. “Damien wants to hear you scream,” he murmurs. “But I think you should make him work for it.” He tilts my head, and his lips find mine. His tongue slides into my mouth, and he swallows my moans.
“I’m up for the challenge,” Damien replies, a thread of laughter running through his words. “Bring it on.”
Again, oh fuck yes.
Damien yanks my panties down my hips. He bends his head back to my pussy, and his tongue works with a vengeance. He licks me and sucks my clit. I have to grit my teeth to keep from crying out. “Yes,” I whimper into Julian’s mouth. This is so hot. So filthy. “Don’t stop—”
Julian’s hands squeeze my breasts; his fingers pinch and pluck my nipples. He pulls away from my mouth long enough to ask a question. “How hard do you want it, Sophia?” he growls. “How rough do you want me to be?”
A shiver runs through me as I remember that night at the club. Julian might look easy-going and mild-mannered, but I learned at Club M that he has a wicked, twisted imagination.
And I loved everything he did to me. “Hard. Don’t go easy on me.”
He rubs an engorged nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Like this?”
“More.”
He squeezes harder, and delicious pain winds through my body. Damien thrusts two fingers into my dripping pussy, and I moan louder. His tongue. . . his fingers. . . A hot wave of arousal washes over me. He twists his fingers inside me, searching for my G-spot, and when he finds it, I nearly explode. My muscles clamp down on him. The sensations are exquisite.
Julian seems to decide I can keep my legs spread open on my own and transfers his attention to my breasts, his rough hands squeezing them. His fingers pinch my nipples, hard enough to make me gasp, soft enough to make me beg for more. Damien’s tongue presses down on my clit, and I see stars.
A white haze of desire envelops me. Pleasure assaults me from every direction. I writhe on Julian’s lap. I can feel his erection against my ass, and I grind on it, shameless in my need. I’m falling into a familiar, tight spiral. Each time Damien’s clever tongue flicks my clit, relentless pressure builds inside of me.
“You want to come?” Julian demands. “Ask for permission.”
My nerve endings are on fire. I am a river of need. Lust pounds through me, a relentless drumbeat. I can’t hold this orgasm back. I cannot. I will shatter. “Please,” I gasp. “I need—”
Damien adds a third finger, stretching me in an almost painful way. He sucks my clit between his teeth, and that pushes me over the edge. I barely hear Julian’s voice telling me to come, and I explode.
I slumpagainst Julian’s back, absolutely drained. It takes a few minutes before I can make myself move. I start to get up, and Julian’s grip around my waist tightens. “Going somewhere?”
There’s an unspoken question there. “I’m not leaving, if that’s what you’re asking me,” I retort. “Damien just went down on me. I thought I should return the favor.” I give him a cheeky grin. “Unless you don’t want to wait your turn.”