It shouldn’t have been hard. I’d had no problem doing this for Scott, and I wasn’t revealing anything Colin hadn’t seen before. And yet, that damn tremble in me began again. My breath went shallow and ragged as I inched up my skirt.
Blood rushed through my head, drowning out all sound but the pounding of my heart. Why was it so different this time? Was it because he looked at me like this was real for him? As if he couldn’t wait to see what I was going to show him?
I peeled the fabric all the way to my waist, letting cool air waft over my newly exposed skin, and I opened my legs wider. I wanted it to sound confident and seductive, but I faltered, so my question was breathless and uneven. “What do you think?”
“Fuck.” I felt Colin’s gaze between my legs the same way as if he’d run a hand between them. “That pussy looks good enough to eat.”
Jesus.
Scott was up out of his chair so fast, it rolled away on its wheels. “I agree.”
He slid his hands under my thighs and jerked me at an angle to the edge of the desk, which made me collapse onto my back. And then his hot mouth was on my pussy, his tongue slicking over my clit.
The pleasure was white-hot.
“Oh,” I gasped. “Yes.”
There was nowhere else I could look. My head lolled, turning to Colin, and fire seared across my cheeks in a blush. It was erotic having him watch as someone else was going down on me. I threaded my hands into my hair and bowed my back, trying not to fall off the side of the desk as I enjoyed the sensation of Scott’s fluttering tongue.
My moans were loud, and deep, and real.
Scott knew what he was doing, but I sensed my response was more than just that. My whole body felt sensitized under the power of Colin’s gaze. I watched him through hooded eyes, and . . . I wished he was the one with his head between my thighs. I wanted that to be his tongue that was massaging my clit and making moans pour from my lips.
The tremble in me—that was him. It only happened when he was with me. Touching me. Looking at me.
Did he know?
“Shh,” Scott ordered. “Someone’s going to hear.”
Colin stepped up to the side of the desk, only inches away from my head. “Should I put something in her mouth to help her stay quiet?”
Shit, his question was loaded with sin, and I squirmed against the smooth, lacquered wood. “Oh, my God, yes.”
I reached out, hooked my fingers under the waistband of his jeans, and jerked him even closer to me. He was already hard, tenting the front of his pants, and I was eager to have them gone. His hurried hands undid them, and the denim fell down his legs, revealing his strong thighs and rock-hard dick.
It was pointless to keep denying there was a connection between us, and my lungs let out the softest sigh of relief when I touched him. One single stroke of my hand down the length of him, and his expression shifted. He didn’t have to act right now.
“Fuck,” I cried.
Because as I prepared to take Colin in my mouth, Scott had pushed two fingers deep inside me. Pleasure surged through me. It sped up my spine and lit across every nerve ending in my body. I was so distracted by it, I didn’t realize Colin had taken off his shirt until it was gone.
My gaze traced over the perfectly sculpted landscape of his chest. I’d watched him work out last week, and as much as I hadn’t wanted to, I’d spent days afterward fantasizing about him. God, he looked so amazing.
He set one hand flat on the desk beside my head and used the other to scoop me up, holding on to the back of my neck as his hips pushed forward. I parted my lips, enjoying the sinful glide of his cock into my awaiting mouth.
We were a circuit connected, power flowing between me from one man to the other. Was Nina seeing that onscreen? I was sprawled out on the desk as a toy for them to use however they saw fit.
I was focused on keeping my head at the right angle so Colin could fuck my mouth, but bliss was building inside me from Scott’s fingers and wicked tongue. It was getting harder and harder to stay still.
My moans where muffled by Colin’s dick in my mouth, and it was so fucking sexy the way he moved. His whole body rocked and undulated, not just his hips as he thrust and retreated. I lifted a hand and flattened it on the center of his chest, desperate to have more of a connection to him.