My pussy clenched. The anticipation was killing me, but I was determined to savor this night.
I was knocked out of my thoughts by a hot, pressing kiss. Cole was on my lips again, his hands all around me… In my hair, on my face, sliding down my shoulders and arms, pressing fingerprints into my ribs. But I noticed he was playing it safe. Whether he was just warming up or still unsure of Rhett’s presence, I didn’t care.
To urge him on, I slid my hands down to grab his ass. A surprised gasp washed out of him, and I heard Rhett make a small moan from his spot a few feet away. Good. I brought my hand around, this time squeezing Cole’s hard length through his boxers. My reward was a sudden but distinct buck of the hips,his hard-on straining in my hand. He seemed to be settling in now.
Which was justperfect.
He broke from my mouth to kiss down my jaw and the length of my throat, tilting my head to the side. “You taste so goddamn good.”
My eyes fell on Rhett, shirtless now, but still palming himself through his pants. Arousal coiled in my core, throbbing as it tightened around my clit. Impatient. Especially with the heat bleeding off him like this, radiating across the floor to lick my skin wherever his gaze fell.
“Keep going,” I said, the order meant for both of them.
Rhett’s gaze snapped back to mine, and he almost looked insulted that I dared give him instruction. Even so, an unmistakable shiver of pleasure coursed through him, and his hips jerked up.
I was pulled back to Cole when I realized his kisses had reached my breasts, where he teased his tongue around my left nipple. I grabbed his head and pulled it exactly where I wanted it. It was wrong to compare them, but there was no getting around it. Where Rhett’s arrogance fueled his commanding pace when we were together, Cole’s confidence seeped through in that quietly steady way it did when he was on the ice. Self-assured, but not cocky. Nothing to prove to anyone.
He guided me to lie down, a possessive hand on my hip. “Look at me.”
His brown eyes were on fire, blazing with a challenge that I dared not lose. He wanted my attention, and he was going to get it. His mouth followed soon after my back hit the soft covers, warm, wet lips grazing up my stomach until they reached mystiff nipple again. He sucked me in, and every logical thought in my head faded to black.
The sound of a zipper cut through the thick haze of pleasure occupying my focus. I glanced over in time to watch Rhett shove his pants down to his knees, his rock-hard cock springing free in all its glory. A little longer than Cole’s, but not as thick.
I couldn’t wait to have it in my hand. Or my mouth.
I reached out, beckoning him closer with a curl of my finger. “Come here.”
One eyebrow quirked up, and that shit-eating grin widened. Without breaking eye contact, Rhett teased his cock with firm, steady strokes.“You want this?”
I nodded, breathless, hands lost in Cole’s hair while he nipped and sucked at my breasts. “You know I do. I want you both.”
My voice took on a dark, tantalizing tone that made them both pause, relishing the easy play of power unfolding between us.
“I’m so hard,” Rhett said. “I know you want it, but I’m not sure you can take it.”
If there was an adequate response, it eluded me. All I could do was whimper like a horny, needy teenager.
“You’ll have to prove it to him,” Cole said with a half-smile.
“He already knows I can take it,” I said. “You’re the newcomer.”
“Then prove it tome.”
My breath caught in a ragged gasp, and I rolled my hips over and over, searching for some kind of friction to still the growing ache in my pussy. He obliged, positioning himself firmly between my legs, and grinding into me with the type of precision that had me throwing my head back in ecstasy. His dick slid over my pussy, applying just enough pressure to my clit to make it pulse. Up and back down again, over and over.
“Oh, fuck,” I hissed through a tight jaw.
With his mouth still on my nipple, his one hand trailed down my stomach, along my inner thigh, until he reached my knee. Nudging gently, he opened me wider at the same time he changed the angle of his hips. I’d lost the intoxicating feel of his cock, but he made sure I didn’t have time to protest. He dragged two fingers between my folds, gathering the slick of my arousal where it dripped from my entrance and then spreading it up and over my clit.
“Cole.” His name fell from my lips in a broken breath just as he pinched my clit between his fingers, working into a maddening motion that included the base of his palm.
While he was rubbing me steadily, he started bucking his hips to tease me with the tip of his cock. Slick with my juices, he dipped into me, then pulled out, then repeated the motion. My hands shot from his hair to fist in my sheets, thighs already shaking with how much I wanted him to—
“Put it in.” I writhed beneath him, hoping the movement would somehow lead to a pleasant accident that gave me exactly what I wanted.“Please.”
Cole tugged my nipple with his teeth, a light graze that prickled over my skin in harsh goosebumps. When he lifted his head to look at me, his face was an open, honest show of raw passion. And through it all, his fingers never stopped pleasuring me.
“Say it again.” His voice was barely more than a heavy breath on my lips.
