Hitched (Steele Ranch 4)

King. Had. His. Face. Between. My. Thighs.

I was on a bed, ass in the air, King licking me where no one had ever even seen before, Wilder watching my every expression. I whimpered.

“So fucking sweet. And she’s dripping,” King added as he licked me again.

“Eyes open, princess,” Wilder warned.

Now I knew why he’d given me the warning earlier. It was almost impossible to look at Wilder with the things King was doing. His tongue circled my entrance, slid up a fold and to my clit.

I cried out his name.

“That’s right, princess. Say my name,” King said. It must have spurred him on, for his hands came to the backs of my thighs, his thumbs parting me so I was completely and totally at his mercy.

“Time to come for us, princess. I’m going to watch,” Wilder vowed.

I’d made myself come many times. Hundreds, but it had never felt like this. Tingly and intense, hot and wet. Out of control. I could do nothing but take whatever King was going to give me and look into Wilder’s dark eyes as I did so.

All I could do was submit.

My body did so readily; King was a voracious and thorough lover. Skilled, too, with the way he was getting me closer and closer to coming.

My fingers clenched the bedding, my back arched, pushing my hips into his face. My mouth fell open and my eyelids lowered halfway.

“I’m...oh god, I’m going to come!”

There was nothing stopping it. The way King gently yet ruthlessly licked my clit, then sucked it into his mouth was indescribable. But when he carefully slid his teeth over the sensitive nub, I was done for.

My eyes flared wide at the surprise of it, so much more intense than I’d ever imagined. My nipples were sensitive—I felt the rings rub and the blanket felt almost scratchy against the tender skin. Every inch of my body tensed as the heat, the bliss of it spread through me, like sweet poison through my veins.

“My turn,” Wilder said, his voice harsh as he stood abruptly, stalked around the bed. I looked back and saw King move out of the way, wipe his mouth with the back of his hand.

Gripping my hips, he flipped me onto my back. Wilder put his hands on my knees, parted them and pushed them wide. I looked up at him as he stood over me. I’d never seen him look this way, almost feral. I could see the thick bulge of his cock in his jeans, pressing, I assumed painfully.

Wilder lowered himself and put his mouth on me, his broad shoulders keeping my thighs spread, my heels slid up and down his back.

Instantly, my fingers went to his hair, tugged. “Wilder!”

His hands settled on my breasts, cupped them, tugged on the nipples, gently twisted the rings as he ate me out.

I was ridiculously sensitive from King and Wilder easily pushed me to the brink and over the edge again. This pleasure was sweet and rolling, toe curling. Equally intense but...different. Just like the two men who gave them to me.

When he pushed up, he, too, wiped his glistening lips.

“Now that you’re all warmed up, it’s time to play,” he said.

Neither man made any move to remove their clothes. While I was bare except for the skirt bunched about my waist and the heels, they had every piece of clothing on.

“Play?”

My inner walls clenched at the thought of what they had in mind next. Each of them took hold of an ankle, carefully undid the little clasps on the straps of my stiletto Mary Janes.

“See what makes you hot,” King said, grinning as he slid the shoe off my foot, dropped it to the floor.

“I think you know the answer to that,” I commented.

His eyes slid down my leg and right to my pussy.

“That’s just one way,” he replied.