idea—"
"It's a perfect idea,” Christopher responded, stepping close so that the space between them disappeared. So did her air. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't think. The sexual haze returned, clouding her vision.
"And a long time coming...” Jason added, taking her trembling hand. His lips closed over her fingers as Christopher's mouth covered hers. All thoughts of saying no, all reasons to deny this, disappeared. She wrapped her free arm around Christopher's neck. Lifting on her toes, she opened for his thrusting tongue while she pressed her breasts to his chest. The thick terrycloth stymied feeling him fully, but it couldn't disguise the hard planes pushing at her nipples.
"Mmm, what's this I taste?” Jason growled. “Naughty, naughty girl. Having a bit of fun were we?"
Dana's eyes went wide as she realised which fingers he'd sucked into his mouth. Oh man ... her drenched folds trembled. This was really happening. They were really here, together, taking what they wanted and what she'd wanted to give them for so long. She moaned into Christopher's mouth as her eyes closed again.
"Thinking of us?” Christopher asked against her lips.
"Yes,” she replied without thinking. Embarrassment shot through her and she tried to pull from them, but Christopher's grip around her waist was like iron as was Jason's hold on her wrist.
"Don't be embarrassed, luv,” Christopher said. “We've wanted you too. Late at night, alone in my bed, I've thought of your lush thighs embracing me. Your sweet body pressed to mine while I lose myself in you."
She felt hands at the robe's belt then cool air as the garment fell open. A hand splayed over her belly.
"We've tried to be subtle. That hasn't worked,” Jason said, his fingers inched lower. “Now it's time for hard and fast. Say no. If you don't want this, say no now.” His breath riffled the fine tendrils of hair at her temple while his fingertips probed just below her waistband. “Say it now, before it's too late."
Christopher pulled back a fraction of an inch. She gasped for breath, feeling his heat and Jason's hand ever so close to where she wanted to feel them both.
"I can't,” she replied. “Don't ... stop..."
This was insanity. She should make them leave her room. They should forget any of this happened. What happens in London, stays in London and all that...
It could. They could have this weekend then go home and forget it ever happened. She'd wanted a fling. Here was one readymade.
"I need to see you,” Christopher announced. He took a step back and she fought the urge to cover herself. They wanted her, she guessed they should see what they were getting. She bit her lip ... would they think she was too fat? Guys like them could have skinny Miss Skeezy Pants types instead of a more rounded, older type like her.
Or would they think she was too wanton? A horny Mrs. Robinson type? She could only imagine what they'd see as they looked at her in her sexy lingerie with the robe draped on her arms where it had caught on the crooks of her elbows. She straightened her arms and let it fall to the floor.
"Bloody hell...” Jason murmured, his words sounding more like a prayer than a curse.
"Yeah...” Christopher enjoined. “Dana, I've never ... you're so ... Christ..."
Her lips turned up at the corners, but the grin faded as Jason closed in on her. She couldn't smile in the face of the lust lurching through her. She could barely do anything but feel.
Jason swung her into his arms. “I want to taste more of you—directly from the source."
"Oh God,” she breathed.
"What are your thoughts on bondage?” Christopher asked behind them.
"Uh...” Thoughts? She was supposed to have thoughts?
"Being tied up. Ravaged by the two randy men you've tormented for six months."
"I didn't—"
"Oh yes you have,” Jason interrupted. “Your fuck me shoes, your sexy walk, the disapproving glances when we cut up ... not giving us the time of day even when we try to woo you
"It's a perfect idea,” Christopher responded, stepping close so that the space between them disappeared. So did her air. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't think. The sexual haze returned, clouding her vision.
"And a long time coming...” Jason added, taking her trembling hand. His lips closed over her fingers as Christopher's mouth covered hers. All thoughts of saying no, all reasons to deny this, disappeared. She wrapped her free arm around Christopher's neck. Lifting on her toes, she opened for his thrusting tongue while she pressed her breasts to his chest. The thick terrycloth stymied feeling him fully, but it couldn't disguise the hard planes pushing at her nipples.
"Mmm, what's this I taste?” Jason growled. “Naughty, naughty girl. Having a bit of fun were we?"
Dana's eyes went wide as she realised which fingers he'd sucked into his mouth. Oh man ... her drenched folds trembled. This was really happening. They were really here, together, taking what they wanted and what she'd wanted to give them for so long. She moaned into Christopher's mouth as her eyes closed again.
"Thinking of us?” Christopher asked against her lips.
"Yes,” she replied without thinking. Embarrassment shot through her and she tried to pull from them, but Christopher's grip around her waist was like iron as was Jason's hold on her wrist.
"Don't be embarrassed, luv,” Christopher said. “We've wanted you too. Late at night, alone in my bed, I've thought of your lush thighs embracing me. Your sweet body pressed to mine while I lose myself in you."
She felt hands at the robe's belt then cool air as the garment fell open. A hand splayed over her belly.
"We've tried to be subtle. That hasn't worked,” Jason said, his fingers inched lower. “Now it's time for hard and fast. Say no. If you don't want this, say no now.” His breath riffled the fine tendrils of hair at her temple while his fingertips probed just below her waistband. “Say it now, before it's too late."
Christopher pulled back a fraction of an inch. She gasped for breath, feeling his heat and Jason's hand ever so close to where she wanted to feel them both.
"I can't,” she replied. “Don't ... stop..."
This was insanity. She should make them leave her room. They should forget any of this happened. What happens in London, stays in London and all that...
It could. They could have this weekend then go home and forget it ever happened. She'd wanted a fling. Here was one readymade.
"I need to see you,” Christopher announced. He took a step back and she fought the urge to cover herself. They wanted her, she guessed they should see what they were getting. She bit her lip ... would they think she was too fat? Guys like them could have skinny Miss Skeezy Pants types instead of a more rounded, older type like her.
Or would they think she was too wanton? A horny Mrs. Robinson type? She could only imagine what they'd see as they looked at her in her sexy lingerie with the robe draped on her arms where it had caught on the crooks of her elbows. She straightened her arms and let it fall to the floor.
"Bloody hell...” Jason murmured, his words sounding more like a prayer than a curse.
"Yeah...” Christopher enjoined. “Dana, I've never ... you're so ... Christ..."
Her lips turned up at the corners, but the grin faded as Jason closed in on her. She couldn't smile in the face of the lust lurching through her. She could barely do anything but feel.
Jason swung her into his arms. “I want to taste more of you—directly from the source."
"Oh God,” she breathed.
"What are your thoughts on bondage?” Christopher asked behind them.
"Uh...” Thoughts? She was supposed to have thoughts?
"Being tied up. Ravaged by the two randy men you've tormented for six months."
"I didn't—"
"Oh yes you have,” Jason interrupted. “Your fuck me shoes, your sexy walk, the disapproving glances when we cut up ... not giving us the time of day even when we try to woo you
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