Those bras were going to be the death of him. Silky lace cupped and lifted the swollen mounds as her nipples peeked over the edge of lace. Hard, tight little nipples that blushed and drew attention made his mouth water for the taste of them.
Khalid moved onto the bed behind her head as Chase lifted her closer to the other man. Khalid's hands moved for the clasp of her jeans as Chase moved back, holding her gaze and undressing.
He practically tore his clothes off as Khalid eased the zipper down the material, revealing silken, soft flesh. God, he was going to explode with the need to have her, to take her, to shove his cock inside her and listen to her scream in pleasure.
He toed his shoes off and stripped off his socks before gripping the legs of her jeans and pulling them from her body.
Soft white low-rise lace panties barely covered the waxed mound of her pussy. Chase felt his hands begin to shake as he brushed his fingers against the damp crotch.
"Chase, are we going to spank her?" Khalid's voice was low, amused, as he stretched Kia's arms above her head and her head turned, sharp little teeth nipping at Khalid's tight abdomen.
Chase felt his own abdomen tighten, in need of her teeth, their scraping, nipping.
"How utterly delightful. " Khalid chuckled, his black eyes gleaming as they lifted to Chase. "I think you should punish her. "
Chase was mesmerized by her. She turned her head back to him, gave him a look from beneath those lowered lashes and something in his chest ached, almost in fear. He'd never met a woman who didn't bow down to him sexually. Never met one who charged him with such dominance as Kia did. Who challenged the sexual dominance.
The challenge was in her eyes, and there was nothing coy about it.
His fingers hooked in the lace of her panties and he pulled them slowly over her thighs, revealing the peaches-and-cream perfection of the glistening folds between her thighs. Those sweet lips beckoned him, the memory of her taste made him insane to lick at the slick juices.
He watched as her head turned and she moved to torture Khalid. To torture Chase. Her tongue licked over the engorged head of the other man's cock as Chase let his hand pat her sensitive flesh heatedly. Almost a light slap, not quite.
She bucked into the hard little caresses, moaning as her hot little tongue licked down the hard shaft of Khalid's cock.
He licked his lips, his hands moving to spread her farther when Khalid moved and flipped her to her stomach, obviously laughing at him.
"Damn you!" She struggled against Khalid's hold, glaring over her shoulder at Chase as he reached out, smoothed his palm over her butt.
It was rounded, smooth, the muscles clenching beneath his touch, and still that challenge glittered in her eyes, that I-dare-you look that made him crazy, and he couldn't figure out why it made him crazy.
"She tempts your control," Khalid said smoothly, holding her hands to the bed as Chase straddled her legs.
"She tempts everything," he murmured, aware of what he revealed with those words.
He closed his hands on the mounds of her ass, flexed his fingers, and watched her back arch, dip, and curve as she pushed her flesh into his hands.
"You've never been spanked," he stated, lowering his head to nip at the top of one curve.
"You wouldn't dare," she drawled, the smooth Southern belle tone tightening his gut as his cock jerked between his thighs.
"Oh, I dare," he told her. "I dare that and more. Tell me you'll be careful, Kia. "
He smoothed his hands down over her rear and to her thighs and watched. She lowered her forehead as her ass flexed.
Tempting. Daring. Challenging.
"I'm always careful," she moaned.
He let his hand tap against her rear.
She lifted her head and looked at him over her shoulder again, and she smiled. I dare you. He saw the challenge in her eyes.
And he smiled back. He most definitely did dare.
"Promise me you'll be careful," he demanded. "That you'll keep yourself safe. "
"Make me," she breathed again.