Keeping my heated gaze on them both, I slowly allow the soft black silk to slide down my body.
“Jesus Fucking Christ,” King says, his eyes hungry as his gaze travels over my tits, taking in my curves and watching the way the black silk slowly falls to my waist and shows off what’s hidden beneath. He adjusts his cock in his jeans and I don’t doubt that it’s pressing uncomfortably against the fly. “From now on, when we fuck, this is all you’ll wear.”
His voice is low and dangerous, and it makes something inside of me scream for more. I absolutely love when the guys are demanding and forceful. They’re such alphas that it’s a miracle they can even play nicely together and not get pissed about sharing their toys.
Wanting to put on a show, I bring my hand up and slowly trail my fingertips across my collar bone, watching as both of the guys follow the movement, their eyes becoming hooded and desperate with need.
I love how they respond to me, always needy, always wanting more, and never failing to worship my body just how I need it.
The desire pulses through me, but I don’t want to rush. We have all night and I want to take my time.
My fingertips trail down the center of my body, skimming between my breasts and trailing over my waist as my other hand slowly moves toward my breast. I grab it gently and squeeze as my head tilts back, a shallow breath slipping from between my lips.
Cruz edges toward me but I catch his eyes and shake my head. “Watch,” I demand, my tone filled with authority. He comes to a stop, his brow instantly arching as he watches me with excitement.
His tongue rolls over his bottom lip, and fuck it, I want to bite it so bad. “You wanna put on a show, baby?”
My gaze flicks to King’s who silently watches, his lips slowly pulling into a devilish grin. “Only if I can trust you two to behave.”
A low groan tears from deep within King’s chest and I silently wish for this part of it to be over so they can bend me over and fuck me until I scream, but that would be such a shame. Something tells me that teasing and enticing them is going to be the best part of the night.
King shakes his head. “I’ll make no promises,” he grumbles, flicking his gaze to Cruz and meeting his eyes, only for the two of them to give each other ridiculously cheesy, boyish grins filled with excitement. They might as well cross the room and give each other a high five.
Their wicked stares come back to me, and as heat floods between my legs, I keep my hands moving, ready to give the best performance of my life.
My hand skims over my hip and I suck in a breath, gasping with the touch, still squeezing my breast as my other hand travels down. I cup my pussy and can already feel my wetness seeping through the red thong.
I rub and grind against my hand, watching intently as the guys struggle to keep themselves still. King works his belt buckle, refusing to take his eyes off my body as Cruz dips his hand into the front of his grey sweatpants.
I watch the outline of his hand curling around his thick cock, and seeing what caught my attention, he pushes his sweatpants down over his hips, showing me exactly what he’s working with. But I guess now the tables have turned. It’s not just me putting on a show anymore. The boys are more than ready to step up and tease me just as I’ve been doing to them.
King’s jeans fall to the ground and his veiny cock springs free as he tears his shirt over his head, showing off his perfectly sun-kissed abs. His fist curls around his cock and he slowly works it up and down as I grind against my hand, desperately needing one of those thick cocks inside my mouth while the other slams deep inside my aching pussy.
My fingers dig into the cup of my bra and pull it down, freeing my breast. Cruz moans, licking his lips as my fingers roll over my pebbled nipple. “Do you want me?” I ask him, keeping my voice low in a seductive whisper.
“Fuck, Winter. I want to take you until you can’t fucking walk,” he growls, the desire pulsing in his eyes, almost too much for me to handle.
I push my thong aside and suck in a breath as my fingers graze across my clit. I’m soaking wet and desperate, and I can’t resist sliding two fingers deep inside. I curl them around and a sharp gasp tears out of me as my fingers press against my walls.