her back in his arms.
She greeted him with a dazed smile and rose up on her toes to kiss him, her hand moving from his shoulder to the nape of his neck as he wrapped both arms around her and tugged her in hard against his body. Damn, she felt good in his arms, warm, and soft, and eager. She wriggled closer, brushing against the hard ridge of his cock and he groaned into her mouth at the pleasure of that brief contact. He couldn’t wait to feel her hands on him, or her mouth, or how good it would feel to drive deep into her hot pussy.
Deke slid his tongue into her mouth and she moaned, the vibration coursing through him and leaving nothing but raw need in its wake. She opened to him completely, her tongue twining with his as she molded herself to him. He unwound one arm from her waist to run his hand down her side until his hand found bare skin. The silken warmth of her thigh inflamed him.
More. He needed more.
Her sweater rode up as he pushed it aside with his fingers, baring her to his touch as his tongue plumbed the depths of her mouth. His hand moved ever higher, and his heart nearly stopped when he reached the curve of her hip without reaching any other barriers. Fuck, she wasn’t wearing anything but Trevar’s sweater and a pair of socks. That knowledge pushed him past his breaking point, shattering the last of his control.
He tore his mouth from hers as he moved his hand higher, until his palm covered the mound of pussy and his fingers were pressing into the slick folds of her sex. She moaned and ground her hips against his touch, driving his fingers deeper. She was already wet for him, her honey coating his hand and making her flesh slick. “Fucking hell, I wasn’t going to rush you…I planned this…”
“Plans change, learn to be flexible,” Trevar muttered and Sonja started to laugh.
“If I’m going to be having sex with both of you, then I imagine I’m the one who is going to need to be flexible,” she said and then moaned again when he started circling the tip of his finger around her swollen clit.
Trevar moved back into her line of sight, a feral smile on his handsome face. “There’s no if. We passed that point the moment you showed up without pants on, kitten.”
“They didn’t fit!” Sonja protested, but the truth was that she’d made her choice deliberately. In the safety of Deke’s cramped quarters, it had seemed like a daring statement. After all, she’d already told them she wanted them both, so what was there to lose? Of course, once she was out in the hall most of her bravado had vanished. She’d nearly bolted back inside and added more clothing, even if none of it came close to fitting her.
“And I’m very happy they didn’t. I promise we’ll find you some clothes at our next stop, but until then, I’m thinking you need to be wearing a lot less.” As Deke spoke, his fingers were still stroking her slick folds, and her concentration wavered as her desire grew with every passing second.
“I’m with Deke. As sexy as you look in my top, I think it should come off,” Trevar said and moved in closer, lifting the sweater up her body and tugging it when it got caught between her back and the counter behind her. Sonja closed her eyes and raised her arms as he whisked her only piece of clothing over her head. There was a moment of silence, but before she could open her eyes both men groaned and she found herself being lifted into the air. They set her down on the counter, the cool, smooth surface a startling contrast to her overheated skin.
“ You are a miracle made flesh. That’s what you are,” Deke whispered, his voice hoarse. She opened her eyes to see him standing in front of her, his eyes burning with lust and his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.
“She is at that,” Trevar agreed and Sonja turned her head to find him moving behind her. He stripped off his shirt and dropped it to the floor. He stepped up to the edge of the counter and wrapped his
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