The Chase

“Th-the dress is cut low,” she said, not looking at either of them. “I didn’t want it to show.”

“I think you’re lying.” Beck taunted her hard tip again.

Seth did the same to the other. “I think you were hoping we’d touch them sooner.”

Her breathing accelerated. Her heart drummed against Beck’s hand. It chugged even faster when Seth tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled, waiting impatiently for her response.

“I was,” she finally whimpered.

With a growl, Beck whirled her around, shoved her back against Seth, and grabbed her face. Then he fused his lips to hers.

The PI watched them with a groan, dragging his lips across her exposed shoulder and flicking her hard tips with punishing thumbs. “You teased us with your shoes and these bare nipples. There’s a price for that…”

She arched. Her exhalations turned ragged. “What?”

“It’s steep.” Beck forced her to meet the drill of his gaze. “Expect us to use you hard, drive deep, demand everything, and wring you out. But don’t expect us to show you mercy.”

Her lashes fluttered shut as she shivered between them.

“Look at me. Do you understand?” he asked against her mouth.

She barely managed to lift her heavy lids as her head rolled back onto Seth’s shoulder and she thrust her breasts into the man’s big hands breathlessly. “Yes.”

The PI reached into the low-cut dress, curled his fingers under her plump breast, then lifted it over the stretchy fabric and gave her exposed nipple another ruthless pinch. “I can’t suck these pretty fucking nipples from here. Beck, do it for me?”

“Hell yes.”

“I’m going to enjoy watching you unravel, angel.” Seth lifted her breast higher. “Hold still.”

Beck bent slowly, torturing her with anticipation, waiting until her pulse jerked and her breath shuddered before he drew her pebbled peak in his mouth and sucked hard.

Instantly, she bucked and mewled.

Seth held her tighter. “I said to hold still.”

Beck reinforced the other guy’s command by nipping her tip with his teeth. She hissed in pleasure and clenched her fists, body going taut.

More desire jetted through his system. Blood coalesced, hot and throbbing, between his legs.

“She likes that,” Seth murmured.

“I know. I can smell her.” Beck kissed his way down the swell and into her cleavage. “Give me the other one.”

The PI lifted her free breast from the daring V-neck of her dress. Beck pounced on it, inhaling it between his lips, rolling it over his tongue, suctioning it against the roof of his mouth with a hard pull.

Heavenly gripped his arm, nails digging through his dress shirt and scoring the skin beneath. Again, she shifted restlessly between them, this time turning her face to meet Seth’s waiting lips. The big guy ate at her mouth, kissing her as if he’d love to fuck her right now.

“Angel…” He lifted her skirt around her thighs. “Those little catches of breath, the way you whimper… You’re killing me.” Seth poked his shoulder, disturbing Beck’s quality time with the rigid tips of her breasts. “We need to wreck her, man.”

“You already are,” she gasped out.

Beck laved his way up her breast, then dragged her nipple into his mouth again, giving the sensitive peak a little bite. When she gasped and jolted, he smirked. “We’re just getting warmed up.”

Seth hummed his agreement as he dragged his lips down her nape. “I think it’s time for dessert.”

Beck’s cock got impossibly harder. “I’ll do my best to save you some, but it’s been a long week. I’m starving.”

“If you can’t leave me any cream, I know how to…persuade her to make me more.”