Von’s fingers smoothed over my sensitive core, using barely enough pressure to part my lips. One finger dipped between them, spreading my slickness from side to side. I shimmied with pleasure, sucking Cato harder.
“Shit, baby,” Cato murmured, his head lolling back onto the sofa. He tangled his fingers in my hair and pushed me deeper onto his cock, his demanding touch leaving my head spinning. All I could think of was pleasing him, and I sucked him until he banged the back of my throat.
And, there was Von, who so expertly tormented me with his decadent attentions. I pushed my hips back toward him to give more of myself, and he growled his appreciation. His thumbs opened me and next thing I knew, his tongue was buried deep inside me. If my mouth hadn’t been full of Cato’s cock, I would have screamed loudly enough for the neighbors and the people in the building next door to hear, too.
Cato’s breath grew raspy, and his grip tightened in my hair.
“Goddamn, baby. I’m so fucking hard for you.” He lifted his head from the sofa. “Yes…yeah…suck me…”
He growled, which gave way to a heady moan, and I tasted the first explosion of his hot cum. I swallowed as it blasted through my mouth, allowing only a drop or two to escape my lips and run down my chin. I continued pistoning him as he threw his head back and forth and hollered a litany of profanities. I licked him clean as he came down.
And while he did, my own orgasm at Von’s touch built to an earth-shattering crescendo. I shoved my hips back into his mouth, and he, in turn, lapped at me with a vigor that left me coming all over his gorgeous face.
Cato pulled me up on the sofa, cradling me in his arms. How did I end up with these two men who treated me like a queen? A flash of discomfort washed over me as I remembered having been with Brade and Anson the night before.
But there’d be time to worry about that later. I wanted to give these amazing men all the attention they deserved, and then some.
“Looks like we wore the girl out,” Von said.
I forced my eyes opened and gave each of them a look.
“That’ll never happen,” I said in a dreamy voice.
Cato smoothed some sweaty strands of hair off my face. “We’ll just see about that,” he added.
Chapter 23
Von
Maizy’s heated passion blew my mind, not to mention what it did to my dick. Shit, I was ready to get down on one knee and make an honest woman of her.
Except that I was one of four. Four guys, who I was pretty sure were all vying for her commitment.
I didn’t have a problem with that, per se. I wasn’t a possessive or jealous guy. Lord knew I was busy as hell with my veterinary practice, so would probably be a shitty boyfriend, anyway. But I wouldn’t have minded giving it a shot.
If she chose me.
Which she might not.
But hell, as long as she was happy, I’d be happy. And as long as Cher the rat was alive, I’d probably have the chance to see the lovely Maizy from time to time.
I hustled to the kitchen to get us all water and returned to find Maizy slowly unfolding herself from Cato’s lap, disheveled as hell with her hair in knots, her previously starched apron wrinkled and askew.
Just how I liked her.
“Mmmm,” she said, stretching. “Let’s go to bed.”
Cato and I looked at each other, then looked to Maizy.
“Um. Both of us?” Cato asked.
She nodded sleepily. “Yeah. C’mon.”
I raised my eyebrows at Cato, who shrugged in return.
If this was what our girl wanted, then what the hell. We could do this.
She reached for our hands, leading us to her bedroom like a pro, her eyes sparkling with contentment. We crawled under her down comforter, with her in the middle, of course, and held her hands while she dozed off. The dogs never made a peep. I’d have to thank them later for their excellent cooperation.