He dragged a thick finger through me, tracing gentle circles along the way. Just as he reached my swollen entrance, he slid right in.
Ooohhhhh…
“Fuck. She’s like a million degrees, too.”
I wanted to scream. To flip over and spread my legs and beg them to fuck me. The ache growing inside me was overriding everything else: reason, exhaustion — anything that stood between me and these two hard bodies, ready and willing to screw me senseless.
And I absolutely couldn’t wait to be senseless.
“I’m relaxed enough,” I declared, twisting my body over. I ended up on my back, staring up at two pairs of lust-filled eyes. With a quick pull of the terrycloth belt I let my robe fall all the way open. “Have at me.”
They were on me in an instant, these two beautiful men. Kissing me. Touching me. Sliding their hands up and down my naked body, while I writhed and cooed and pulled each of their heated mouths to a different breast.
Holy fuck…
It occurred to me that everything was coming a little too easy for me. That each movement, each kiss and touch and switch-off between these two gorgeous men seemed perfectly natural, like I’d been doing it all my life.
This is insane.
Insane or not, it was the most amazing place I’d ever been — pinned down in bed, being taken care of by more than one man. Taking on the attentions and affections of two distinct lovers, each one bent on not just his own satisfaction, but mine too.
They were devouring me now — the both of them — kissing my face, my lips, my full, heaving breasts. Their fingers dipped between my legs, causing me to gasp and writhe beneath them.
“You smell delicious,” Bryce told me, adding a sly grin.
“I am delicious.”
“Prove it.”
I spread further in invitation, sighing as he kissed his way down. I could feel his hands on my thighs. His stubble brushing the sensitive skin just below my belly-button, as he dragged his mouth even lower…
Then, suddenly, everything stopped.
Their hands left my body. There was a shift on the bed, left and right, as they both sat upright.
And that’s because Roderick was standing in the doorway, arms folded across his chest.
Holy—
“Oh don’t let me interrupt,” he declared smartly, shifting his stance. One corner of his mouth curled into a bitter smirk. “You were just getting to the good part.”
Twenty-Three
KARISSA
For a few long moments, everything seemed frozen in time. Bryce and Camden staring at each other, looking for answers. Roderick leaning casually against the door jamb, as if he’d been there the whole t
ime.
“Bro,” said Camden, after an awkward period of silence. “It’s not like this. This isn’t what you—”
“C’mon,” Roderick sneered, “do you really want to go down that road?”
Apparently he didn’t. Camden sighed in answer, his mouth going tight.
“You didn’t think I knew?” Roderick continued. “I knew the moment it happened. I saw it on your faces at breakfast the next morning. All of you.”
His eyes shifted guiltily to me before settling back on his friends again. He shook his head more in disappointment than anger.