Their Greatest Treasure (Power Surge: The Billionaire Club 1)

Riker smiled at Nash over Chastity’s shoulder.

“Let’s take our woman to bed. I want to spread her out and memorize every inch of this perfect body.” He caressed his hands down her curves, then back up again, cupping her breasts. The sight of them rising and slowly lowering at Riker’s touch aroused Nash.

Nash lifted her up and she immediately straddled his waist. She ran her hands through his hair. He licked a nipple, and she rubbed her breasts against his mouth while pressing her wet cunt against his skin.

She was aroused and ready.

* * * *

Chastity was on fire. She couldn’t believe that they wanted her like this. Although, all night she could think of nothing more than kissing them again and spending time with them. Now, here she was, getting ready to make love to Riker and Nash, and she wanted it. She wanted them. She felt so connected to them.

Nash gently laid her on the bed in the back room. She knew they had bedrooms in the back hallway, past the office. They had multiple rooms, practically a home here.

Both men moved into position on either side of her on the bed.

They leaned on an elbow, and simultaneously placed a hand on her belly.

She looked up and tried to make eye contact with both of them, but their simultaneous touch aroused her, and she closed her eyes.

Together, they explored her body. At once, two palms caressed her breasts. They each cupped a mound in their hand as they kissed each shoulder.

“You’re incredible, Chastity. So modest and conservative. I knew you had big breasts, but these, these are—” Riker whispered then sucked a nipple into his mouth before he completed his sentence. Nash did the same to her other breast, while cupping it.

When they had their fill of arousing her bosom and making her nipples hard as pebbles, they moved their hands in sync, down her ribs, over her belly, and underneath the small thin straps of her thong panties.

The feel of their hard, thick, masculine hands applying pressure to her sensitive flesh stimulated her senses. She slowly pushed upward, wanting to feel more of their touch.

“Your skin is soft and silky,” Nash whispered, and she opened her eyes in time to both see and feel them slowly remove her panties.

She lifted her rear, helping them, and then Riker lifted her panties to his nostrils and inhaled. He closed his eyes, and she watched him, both feeling excited that he wanted to do such a thing and intimidated by his obvious experience with seduction.

She shyly turned her head.

“I think Chastity is embarrassed by your show of desire for her,” Nash said and then trailed his fingers along her inner thighs without touching her pussy.

“Oh, please, Nash.”

“Are you embarrassed because I like the smell of your pussy on your panties?” Riker asked then leaned down and licked her lower lip.

“Oh God. I am so inexperienced.”

“Good,” they both stated in sync and rather deeply.

Riker moved his hand down her thigh now, too, after releasing her panties behind him.

She felt their fingers glide up and down her inner thighs. It was torture and she was ticklish. “Please, touch me. I can’t take it.”

“You mean like this.” Nash stroked a finger up and down her moist slit.

“Yes,” she replied.

“Or like this?” Riker trailed his finger up and down her slit. They continued to take turns, and it was turning her into a wild woman.

“Stop teasing me. Please stop teasing me.” She moved her head side to side.

Stroke, thrust, stroke, thrust.

They continued to stroke her slit, and then thrust fingers into her cunt. When one of them pulled out, the other pushed in. Soon she was panting, lifting her torso up and down on the bed. She couldn’t take it. She felt her belly tighten and her core ache with need.