“You told me to enjoy myself, Cade, so I’m going to try.” It was something I never would have done before. Yet, with Cade watching, I knew he’d make sure nothing went too far. I also knew he planned to pull every emotion from me and still make sure I didn’t tumble over a damn edge into some oblivion.
“Rodney, touch my girl’s panties, huh? Let’s see how wet we can make them.”
Rodney stalked up to me and murmured that it would be his pleasure before his rough hand descended, pressing one finger’s pad onto my clit. He stood to the side of me and combed his other hand through my hair as he did. We both watched each other in the mirror as he moved his finger back and forth, back and forth over me.
It only took seconds for the light pink of my panties to become dark, for my arousal to mark his hand with slickness.
As my breathing picked up, I glanced at Cade. The man sat there rubbing his chin, studying us, like he wanted something more. “Take her panties off now.”
I bit my lip, trying to not appear too excited, but my bundle of nerves was already throbbing.
Rodney’s hand left my hair and slid over the curve of my breast to dip down into my cleavage as he knelt in front of me. “That okay with you, baby?” he asked, staring right into my eyes. He was still rubbing my clit, still keeping up our rhythm as he waited for my response.
I nodded fervently, needing more than this, craving everything they could give me. I was letting go. I was taking what I wanted.
Silence filled the room other than our heavy breathing and the howling wind of the night air outside. Rodney pulled me down toward his face by hooking a finger at the middle of my bra. His eyes were focused on my lips, and I swear they tingled with anticipation of having his mouth on mine.
Yet, right as we were a hair away from tasting one another, Cade murmured, “Don’t touchmymouth, Rodney.”
Like the red line I’d sprayed on the damn bed, Cade drew his in the sand. Instead, Rodney let his hand fall from the lace of my bra and sat back on his haunches as he almost seamlessly moved to take off my panties.
I raised my hips while rolling my lips between my teeth, trying not to whimper at the lost opportunity of kissing someone right then. My body shook with need. I wanted either of their touches at this point.
My eyes held Cade’s as he growled low in approval at the sight of my lower half completely bare to them both. I’d shaved earlier that day, and I think they both approved of how I’d tidied up.
“Well, if that isn’t a golden pussy on a platter, I don’t know what is,” Cade murmured. Then he asked the man kneeling before me. “Ready?”
Rodney nodded and leaned in to smell me. When I looked down, shocked, he was staring up at me with a smile. “She smells fucking divine, Cade.”
“I know,” Cade replied gruffly before he told him, “Bring her to orgasm without tasting her, though, Rodney.”
“What?” I breathed out, almost choking on him denying me Rodney’s mouth. “He can taste me now, Cade.”
Cade chuckled as if I were too eager. “Dollface, I make the rules, right?”
“It’s a dumb rule, though.”
Rodney didn’t seem to mind us going back and forth. He pushed his thumb against my bundle of nerves and slid two fingers inside me while Cade responded, “What’s dumb is you wanting to argue with me when I’m giving you everything you want right now.”
“I wanted that,” I whined, but I was already riding Rodney’s hand, letting his fingers move inside me.
“Maybe our boss will do the honors and take that hot-as-sin mouth of yours instead,” Rodney prompted Cade. He was a man after my heart, bless him.
Cade sighed as if we were two of his employees acting out and giving him trouble. Even though we’d inconvenienced him, he stood up to his full height and walked over. His fingers threaded through my waves, and he tipped my head back. Even a second of his touch had me whimpering, and then his other hand went around my neck as he took my mouth in his.
His tongue tangled with mine for dominance, forcing me to feel everything he was. Desire, passion, and what I wanted to imagine might have been something other than hate.
When he pulled back to take me in, he held my gaze and said, “Come, dollface. We want to see you let go.”
I closed my eyes and let what was inside me out. Like a wrecking ball, my orgasm smashed through any wall of embarrassment or reservation I had about this hookup, about having two men pleasure me at once, about being ashamed of anything I wanted in the bedroom.
We were consenting adults, trusting of one another, and, well, they were both very, very hot.
But both were greedy because they didn’t give me much time to recoup from hitting my high. Instead, Cade sat on the bed and asked Rodney, “You bring it?”
He didn’t specify what, and so I was surprised when Rodney pulled a small device from his pocket. It looked like a black rubber teardrop with a cufflink on the bottom of it. “What’s that?”
Cade leaned over and growled in my ear, “It’s what I’m putting in your ass, baby.”