get more verbal in time.”
She didn’t see that happening. But whatever.
Keegan leaned back a few inches and pulled her arm from her side, lifting it over her head. “How about we get your arms out of the way and make your body hum.
You’ll feel so much better after an orgasm.”
She bit the inside of her cheek, feeling the flush race over her face as Trace lifted her other arm. Both men held her wrists gently.
And then all bets were off. Hands cupped her breasts, making her buck into their touch. A moan flew out of her mouth uninvited.
When they each strummed over her nipples, she drew her knees up.
Oh. My. God .
She was on fire. Nothing existed but their hands and her burning need.
Nothing.
It didn’t matter. She didn’t care about anything but reaching her peak.
And she was so close even before they started.
Her nipples stiffened further. When they pinched gently, she moaned.
Her pussy flooded with moisture, her clit throbbing. She squirmed against her panties, wishing they would disappear.
Her mates kicked the comforter away and released her breasts to run their fingers down to her thighs. In tandem, they lowered her panties until she was completely bare to them.
Each man tugged a knee, pulling her legs apart.
“Open for us, baby.” Trace’s voice was so husky, she almost couldn’t recognize it.
Her exposure was so thorough. No man had ever seen her naked. Now she had two, surrounding her, stroking her everywhere at once.
“So fucking sexy,” Keegan muttered. He reached up her thigh, inching toward her center.
She squirmed, needing more, needing everything. He moved too slowly.
Trace’s hand flattened on her belly. “So wiggly,” he whispered. “You’re going to be a wildcat when you’re unleashed.”
Unleashed? What the hell was he talking about?
Her chest rose and fell in exaggerated movements.
When Keegan stroked a finger between her folds, she yanked her knees together, gripping his wrist. “Oh God.”
Both men pried her open and each wrapped his top leg over hers.
She panted. She was going to explode.
Keegan gathered her wetness again and spread it up to her clit. The second he touched the bundle of nerves, she thrust upward, cut short by the legs and arms holding her down.
“You okay, baby?” Trace asked.
“Oh God. Please. I need…”
“I know, baby.” He lowered his face and took her mouth.
Instantly she opened for him, her tongue reaching out to taste him. She moaned into his depths as they dueled with each other. As he deepened the kiss, turning his head to a better angle, Keegan thrust a finger into her pussy.
She screamed, her noise swallowed by Trace.
He consumed her, feasting on her mouth as though starving.
Keegan eased his finger out and trailed it back to her clit to flick over the tip.
Her sanity fled. She couldn’t return the kiss properly. Her mouth went slack as all her brain cells fired messages to her pussy.
Trace nibbled her lips and then across her cheek to her ear. “Jesus, you’re a fireball.
I’m gonna come in my shorts.”
Her blood pumped harder. She struggled to free her arms trapped over her head, glad for the firm grasp that didn’t let her win. She needed this. She needed them to push her over the edge without her will being involved. She needed it as badly as she needed her next breath.
“Please.” She attempted to buck her hips again, brought up short while Keegan pinched her clit.
Her mouth fell open, her head tipping back.
So close.
And then he thrust his finger back into her and fucked her with that one digit.
Nothing in her life had ever felt this good. His finger provided a totally different sensation than any vibrator under her control ever did. The unknown. The fact that he could pull it out and thrust it back in at any moment. Completely consumed, she wanted more.
He gave her more, flattening his hand against her so that every time his finger reached as far as possible, his palm landed on her clit.
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