“I can certainly improvise and make this work,” Rory said. And freed the fastenings of his pants.
Bayli’s fingers were at Christian’s waist, loosening his belt, then unbuttoning and unzipping him. She shoved his pants and briefs down his legs while he toed off his shoes. She admired him as he stepped out of the clothing and his socks. His cock was rock-hard and his muscles were bunched.
Oysters and lobster bisque be damned, Christian and Rory were the ultimate aphrodisiacs.
She turned to Rory, who was naked as well. Her heart skipped some necessary beats.
For a few suspended seconds, Bayli wasn’t the least bit sure what she should do. What she should do with these two men, to be exact.
They were several steps ahead of her, though.
Christian took her hand, garnering her attention. He perched himself o
n the edge of the credenza and she stood between the vee of his parted legs. He kissed her as he wrapped her fingers around his steel erection.
Behind her, Rory lifted her leg and draped it over Christian’s thigh, opening her to them both. Rory’s fingers slid into her moisture and heat from behind. Christian’s rubbed her clit.
It was nearly impossible to keep up their sizzling kiss and slowly pump his cock while he and Rory were sending her into that blissful state again.
So Bayli decided to change things up. Take charge this time.
She broke her kiss with Christian and released his cock from her tight fist. She grabbed Rory’s free hand and pulled it around her side, forcing him to coil his fingers around Christian’s throbbing dick.
“Bayli,” both men said in unison. With the same distinct edge of oh, hell no! in their voices.
“Do this for me,” she said. “So I can concentrate on what you’re doing to me. And, because … well, it’s making me absolutely crazy, Rory, to see your hand on Christian’s cock.”
“This isn’t what we do,” Christian said in a strained voice.
Her brow crooked. “But for me…?”
Rory let out a low growl. “That’s a two-way street, honey.”
Excitement rippled through her. When it really shouldn’t, since she knew exactly what flitted through Rory’s mind at that very moment.
The ass reference. Though unspoken this time.
She said, “Just give me this right now.” Because good Lord, it was riveting to watch Rory’s strong hand encircle Christian’s thick shaft. And pump heartily.
Her mouth was all over Christian’s chest, her tongue fluttering over his small nipples, her teeth lightly nipping his flesh, her lips dragging along his smooth skin. All the while he rubbed her clit with a fervor that screamed payback. And she loved every second of it.
Rory’s fingers withdrew from her and he grabbed a condom from the strip he’d set on the ledge of the divider wall. He was sheathed in seconds and his cock teased her opening for a few moments.
Bayli studied Christian’s face as Rory fisted him again, just as Rory was about to enter her.
The air was thick with sexual tension. With denial of what both men believed in, and the silent acceptance that they would do whatever Bayli asked of them. She was in control. Even as her body tightened and she wanted them both with a voracious appetite she’d never before imagined, let alone experienced, she understood that everything she didn’t know and wasn’t accustomed to didn’t matter in the slightest.
They would give her whatever she wanted. Whatever she asked for.
Rory thrust into her and Bayli cried out. Her fingernails dug into Christian’s chest as she held on to him while Rory fucked her. Hard.
Rory’s hand clasped one of hers, using it to replace his on Christian’s cock. She squeezed tight. Christian groaned.
Rory’s fingers took over between her legs with a heated, intense rhythm as he thrust wildly into her.
Christian kissed her while Rory drove deep into her. Christian’s hands were on her breasts now, alternately caressing and toying with her nipples, pinching lightly and sending bolts of lightning to all her erogenous zones.
Bayli was moments away from losing it. Rory kissed her neck as he hammered into her. She felt his cock swell. Knew he was damn close to exploding, too.