“I want this…” I whispered, without hesitation.
The hand cupping my sex went stiff, and I felt a finger brush me. It traveled upward, dragging along with tantalizing slowness.
“Then you’ll get it,” Brody whispered.
His palm went flat against my lower belly. I gasped as his fingertips pieced the waistband of my thong… and then plunged back downward, beneath the fabric.
Holy… holy fuck…
It was like being shot out of a cannon. My body surged with a rush of adrenaline as three strong fingers slid over my already-drenched pussy. The middle one curled inward, flicking over my button — sending all new waves of euphoria rushing upward, to my brain.
I bit my lip so hard it actually hurt.
Corey was still behind me, kissing me everywhere. He was dragging his lips down my neck, my shoulders… kissing his way ever downward, until his face was buried in the small of my back.
Oh God.
His hands moved to my ass, where he took his time, kneading it gently.
“Sometimes we get carried away though,” Brody was saying. “It all depends on the woman. On how open and responsive she is…”
Corey’s hands had turned to fingertips, and now he was running them down my legs. I shivered with pleasure as he dragged the pads of his fingers over the backs of my thighs, then past the hollow behind my knee. I quivered as they moved over the firmness of my tired calf muscles, still coiled from walking all day, and then standing in my four-inch heels.
“On how much she enjoys certain things…”
Corey’s fingers turned to hands again; two warm palms, sliding up the insides of my bare thighs. They inched their way upward, slowly, gradually. All while Brody continued kissing me… cupping me…
“On how much she likes to—”
… plunging two fingers inside me…
“Get fucked?” I asked breathlessly.
I had one hand on Brody’s broad, gorgeous chest. The other I slid downward, inside his boxers. I closed my fist around him for the first time and gasped at his thickness, at how incredibly hard and smooth he was.
“I love to get fucked,” I told the both of them out loud.
I couldn’t believe I was talking like this! It was as crazy as it was beautifully, gloriously liberating. But it just wasn’t… me.
Are you sure?
Truthfully, I wasn’t. It had been such a long time since I’d felt any sort of sexual freedom. So long since I’d been comfortable enough to speak like this, or let go like this, or to actually ask for something I wanted.
Maybe this was me.
Shit, maybe it had been me all along.
“Believe me, I want this,” I said. “I need this…” Brody’s eyes flared as I squeezed him for emphasis. “What you’re about to do to me? Don’t hold back,” I whispered. “I want it all, every last ounce of it. Give me everything...”
Now it was Brody’s body that stiffened with desire. I felt the muscles flex powerfully in his chest. His fingers plunged deeper, penetrating me fully as I squirmed beneath his touch.
“You need this?” he grunted, his face lost in my hair. I could feel his lips, nibbling my earlobe. Driving me absolutely wild.
“Yes!”
“Then show us,” he said…
And I sank to my knees.