More still as his chest rumbles with a soft laugh beneath me and he reaches around to play with my nipples.
Out of instinct, I make way to thread my fingers in Klaus’s hair, but my arms won’t budge, the small bulbs of the lights digging into my skins, reminding me I can’t move. A fact that only heightens the effect of his tongue.
“This is torture,” I mutter against his lips. “I wanna touch you.”
Klaus chuckles, giving a little shake to his head as he retreats, champagne dripping down his chin. “Relax, kitty. We’re gonna take real good care of you tonight.”
Nick hums behind me and plants a kiss to my cheek. “We always do.”
They do. Together. Separately. It doesn’t matter. These men know how to play my body like it were the finest violin in the world.
Abandoning the bottle, Klaus shoves his face between my legs again and inhales.Deeply.“The way I could live here,” he groans, sliding two thick fingers inside me. “Hell, I’d die here if you let me.”
With his fingers still plunging in and out of me, he brings his mouth back into the mix, hyper-focusing on my clit. I have to bite back the moans and mewls bubbling in my throat as other hotel goers walk down the hallway, eyes wrenching shut as he drives me toward the precipice of ecstasy. Again, my instincts call for me to reach out for him, fingers itching to rake in his thick hair and tug for purchase, but I can’t.
Klaus…” His name tumbles off my lips in a plea. “Nick, please. One of you…untie me.”
But he hums against my pussy and swings his head side to side. “Not a chance in hell, baby girl.”
I groan in frustration, trying my damnedest to wrench my arms apart. “Pleaseee.”
Another shake of his head as he keeps on, rolling my clit between his lips, fingers crooking against that spot.
“Not when you beg so pretty,” Nick coos, tugging one of my nipples so hard, I nearly see stars.
“Fuck,” I hiss, head shooting up from his shoulder, and what I find awaiting me between my legs is enough to almost make me fall apart.
Those clear green eyes glued to my form, watching me unravel for him…
My hips buck of their own volition, luring a feral groan from his chest that vibrates against my skin. He must take that as his cue ‘cause in seconds, he’s doubling his efforts. I don’t know how the hell he does it, but he sucks my clit and sweeps his tongue around it at the same damn time, finger-fucking me with both tenacity and precision.
It’s not long before the coil deep within me winds tighter and tighter, threatening to snap and fling me right off the edge. My hands lock into fists as I grind against his mouth, greedily chasing my release. “Yes, right there, baby, right there. I’m so fucking close,” I pant, squeezing my eyes shut.
And just as I’m about to come apart, bracing myself for impact—he stops, knocking the wind right out of me as he withdraws completely.
My eyes snap back open, head shooting off the pillow for the second time in minutes, that damned ribbon preventing me from going far. “What the fuck?” I growl at him, falling flat on my proverbial ass.
I mean, seriously—what in the actual fuck!
Klaus snickers in response, the amused sound dark and all too tantalizing. I’m so busy glaring daggers at him, I don’t even realize that swift hand rising up until it swats against my clit, the resounding, wetslaprenting the air. A glorious sting radiates through my limbs, ripping a mewl from my lips as my eyes squeeze shut for a moment.
“This pussy,” he grits wolfishly, spreading my lips obscenely with his thumbs. “Tastes so fucking good.”
“So why in the hell did you sto?—”
He’s back on me in a renewed ravenous state, burying his face between my legs and effectively silencing my inquiry. Like a man starved, he plunges those same two fingers deep and goes to town, shooting me right back to the edge before I can even process it.
I hit the pillow in a quaking heap, teeth cutting into my lip as we fall back into the rhythm.
I grind, he licks.
He sucks,I squirm.
“Yes…”I’m right there again. “So good. So close.” So damn close, too, those decadent tingles building at the base of my spine. I’m gonna detonate like a nuclear fucking bomb at any given moment, back arching off the bed as the pressure comes to a head, my pussy clamping onto his thick fingers. “Right there, right there! I’m gonna?—”
Notcome…because he stops—again.
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