“She tastes even better,” Michael informed him in his deep, intimate voice.
“I’m about to find out.” Sam gazed up at her and said, “Put your foot on the top of my thigh.”
She did, balancing on one leg.
“Stick your finger in your pussy,” Sam told her.
Scarlet slid her hand along her hip and to her apex. Her fingertip glided over her clit and then dipped into the tight canal.
Sam said, “Now brush that finger over your lips.”
Her pulse jumped. She wasn’t even sure anymore who was more aroused—them or her.
She followed Sam’s lead.
“Kiss me,” he demanded in a low, smoldering tone.
Scarlet’s foot slipped from his thigh and she pressed her knee to the cushion at his hip so that she could lean over him. Her mouth swept against his. Sam’s tongue darted out and swiped at her lips.
“Nice,” he murmured lustily.
She engaged him in soft, playful kisses.
But it was a huge mistake to think she was in control.
Michael joined them, alongside her, and his fingers grazed her cleft. Then one slid inside her and he pumped assertively. His other hand was between her legs in front and he rubbed her slick folds.
“Oh, God,” she said against Sam’s lips.
He discarded the panties and insisted, “Keep kissing me.” Sam cupped her breasts and massaged roughly. His thumbs whisked over her hard nipples.
Scarlet moaned as heat blazed through her. Her forearms rested on Sam’s shoulders. She bowed her spine to thrust her breasts firmly into his large hands and also lifted her ass for Michael. He worked a second finger into her pussy and stroked faster. He targeted her clit with the pads of two fingers at the same time Sam pinched and rolled her highly sensitive nipples.
She let out a small cry.
Scarlet felt moisture trickle along her inner thigh.
Sam kissed her hungrily as he continued to knead her breasts. Michael wedged in a third finger and picked up the pace.
Scarlet had not doubted that it would be sensational to have two men pleasuring her, but she really couldn’t have known just how sensational it would be.
Her pussy clutched and released, her clit pulsated, and her nipples tingled.
Sam broke their kiss and told Michael in a dark tone, “Make her come.” Sam shifted slightly and flicked his tongue over one aching bead, then drew it into his mouth. He sucked hard.
“Yes!” she called out. “Oh, God, yes. I’m so close. So … so … Oh, God!” Everything within her collided and erupted and she screamed.
Her heart hammered in her chest. Tremors shot down the one leg supporting most of her weight.
Michael withdrew his fingers from her and Sam guided her to straddle his lap as she quaked. He kissed her neck while she gasped for air. When the vibrations within her lessened, he stood and carried her over to the bed and set her in the middle of the mattress.
Her chest still rose and fell quickly as she watched Michael undo his cuff links and tie and then unbuttoned his shirt. Every inch of smooth, tanned skin exposed made her mouth water. He shucked the shirt, toed off his shoes, and divested himself of the rest of his clothing. He was rock-hard. And Scarlet was certain she wouldn’t be pulling in a full breath anytime soon.
Her gaze flitted to Sam, who was hauling his sweater over his head. He jerked open the fly of his Levi’s and was out of his clothing just as fast as Michael. Her eyes feasted on Sam’s thick cock and she honestly felt as though she could come again. From the vision before her and the mere thought of both men slipping into bed with her.
But neither actually happened—the orgasm or them joining her. Instead, Sam returned to where the chair was positioned and snatched her panties from the floor. He strutted back over to the bed and said, “Give me your wrists.”
Michael grinned. Scarlet’s insides sizzled. There was a tickle of hesitation in her brain. But then Sam wagged a brow at her, silently reminding her of the carte blanche she’d given. All reluctance flew out the window. She offered him her wrists and he bound them with the strands of h