“Sweet,” he murmured.
Jamison growled as he hooked behind my knees and dropped to the floor between my thighs. “I want a taste.”
I didn’t even have a chance to think about more than the feel of my calves over his shoulders when he put his mouth on me. There.
“Oh god!” I cried out, my hips bucking of their own volition. His mouth slid over me, top to bottom and back, lapping up my wetness, learning every inch of me. At first, it was with the flat of his tongue, then he firmed it, flicked it over and around the sensitive left side of my clit. I felt the rasp of his beard on the inside of my thighs, adding another sensation to the onslaught.
He pulled back, licked his lips. “So fucking sweet. Sticky, like honey.” With one hand on the back of my thigh, holding me nice and wide for him, his other fingers slid over me, circled my entrance.
“Any guy ever touch you here?”
I saw his finger circle around my pink flesh, could hear the sound of just how wet I was from just the small motion. It was so carnal, the sight. His blunt finger…there. I didn’t wax like some women I knew. I shaved, kept things tidy and trimmed, but had never considered what a man might like.
“No.” When I shook my head, my hair slid over the soft cushion. I was close to coming, just from the teasing licks he’d given me. It wasn’t enough. I needed more. Reaching up, I stroked my hand through his short hair, tugged him closer.
“Good.” He circled my opening one more time, then dipped in. His eyes narrowed and I heard him groan, a deep rumbling from his chest. “Watch how you take my finger. That’s it. So fucking tight. Greedy, too. That’s right, grab hold and pull me in. Imagine how it’s going to be with a nice big dick.”
He kept talking to me, saying dirty things as he gently finger fucked me. My hips began to move, as if my body somehow knew how to get him to go faster, deeper. Just right.
Boone put a forearm on the back of the couch above me, leaned forward and put his hand on my lower belly. The denim and my shirt blocked skin to skin touch, at least until he slid down and his thumb zeroed in on my clit. Now both of them were touching me, working my pussy in tandem.
Both were watching me closely, studying my responses to their actions and seemed to adjust their small movements accordingly. I couldn’t remain still, my hips lifting and curling as I got closer and closer to coming. I knew what I wanted, an orgasm. And Jamison and Boone were going to give me one. A big, explosive, mind-blowing, insane orgasm that was going to ruin me for my own hand, my vibrator and any other man.
I bit my lip.
“We want to hear you, Kitten,” Jamison said, sliding his finger out and I whimpered, but he added a second, carefully working both of them in.
I was so tight and his fingers stretched me open. I knew he was doing it in preparation for what came next…their cocks.
“Yes!” I cried when he curled those fingers just right and my hips flew up off the couch. It was as if I had some kind of hot button inside me that set off my orgasm. With Boone’s thumb, the combination was just…bliss.
My head pressed into the couch cushion, I tensed, my thighs pressing into Jamison’s shoulders. I wasn’t quiet as the most incredible orgasm rocked me…and rocked me. And rocked me.
Neither let up and it went on and on. Eventually, I caught my breath, slumped into the couch. Sweaty, replete and I couldn’t help the smile that formed on my lips. That was what I’d been missing.
“So beautiful,” Boone murmured. I opened my eyes and caught them both licking their fingers clean. They sure liked to taste me. “Now we’ve got you all soft and relaxed for our dicks.”
Jamison lowered my legs from his shoulders and settled back onto the coffee table again. He helped me to stand directly before him, my skirt still hitched up above my waist.
“Ready for more?” he asked, his heated gaze looking me over. I was sure I looked like a disheveled, well pleasured mess.
My hair was probably snarled, my cheeks flushed and I was boldly bare from the waist down. And I didn’t care.
“Oh yes,” I replied, the smile not slipping from my face. I had a feeling it was going to be there for a while.
Jamison grinned and his fingers went to the button on my skirt, worked the denim down and off my hips. I was impatient, eager for more. That orgasm was addictive, like a hit of some powerful drug. I knew all the scientific terms behind why I felt so good, but who cared? Not me. All I knew was that I wanted another Boone and Jamison induced orgasm. Now.
I undid the buttons on my blouse with steady fingers, shrugged it off, then reached behind me, unhooked my bra and dropped it to the floor as well.
I was before them, naked. Exposed. Vulnerable. Yet very horny.
But the way they looked at me, the way their hands came up and gently brushed over my bare skin had me feeling…pretty, too.
“Look at you,” Boone said, his knuckles stroking down over my hip, the full curve of my bottom. He was so big, so…brawny and yet I felt cherished, not vulnerable as I had with the asshole at the bar. “So fucking beautiful.”
And I didn’t feel like an easy lay. I may have only known them an obscenely short time and now I was naked before them—and well sated by an orgasm they’d easily wrung from my body—what we were doing felt special. Important.
“I’m short.”