She couldn’t make her voice work, so she just nodded, and Jesse’s hands skimmed down.
She watched, rapt, as those long, strong fingers hooked the waist of her leggings and tugged.
“Fuck,” Jesse groaned when her panties came into view.“White cotton panties.”
Chloe blushed, and Knox smiled.
“He loves white cotton panties,” Knox told her, his voice lowered as though he was sharing a secret.“Lift up, sweetheart.”
She dug in her heels and obeyed, and he slid the leggings down to her knees.He worked them off one foot, then the other, setting them on the coffee table before returning to kneel between her now bare legs.
“Jesus, Chloe,” Jesse said, his voice a rumble in her ear, at her back.“Jesus, look at you.”
She was looking.Between Jesse’s jean-clad legs, her bare ones were pale, and her panties were so bright they all but glowed.Her belly was quivering under Jesse’s hands, her breasts shimmying with every beat of her heart.His chest was hot against her back, the skin growing slick with sweat, and poking her in the lower back was the unmistakable jut of an erection.
And it wasn’t the only one.Kneeling between her knees, Knox grimaced and reached down to adjust himself.
“You can take your pants off,” she blurted out suddenly.
Knox sent her a wry smile.“No, we can’t.”
She eyed his erection dubiously.“But—”
“Baby, if we get naked, this is going to go a lot faster and a lot further than we want it to,” Jesse told her.“Tonight’s about you.”
She twisted to look up at him, frowning.“That’s hardly fair.”
“Too bad,” Knox said, and she swiveled back to look at him.“Majority rules, and it’s two against one.”
“You lose,” Jesse said cheerfully.“Or win, depending on how you look at it.”
She shook her head, ready to protest, when Jesse slid his hands up her belly to cup her breasts.Her breath caught in her throat as he hefted their slight weight, squeezing gently, and scraped his thumbs, rough with callouses, over her nipples.
“What were you saying?”he prompted.
“You don’t play fair,” she choked out.
Jesse chuckled, warm and wicked.“Nope.Lucky you.”
“While you’re doing that,” Knox drawled.“I believe I’ll busy myself with these pretty panties.”
Chloe blinked hazy eyes at Knox, watching his fingers toy with the waistband of her panties.Her belly quivered, nerves and anticipation, but her focus was scattered by the magic Jesse was weaving on her nipples, and Knox slipped the panties from her hips with ease.
Jesse groaned behind her, the sound harsh and ragged, and Knox hissed, his gaze locked between her bare thighs.The panties fell unheeded to the floor, and caught between embarrassment and pleasure, Chloe instinctively brought her thighs together.
“Oh, hell no,” Jesse said even as Knox caught her by the calves and spread her legs apart, draping her thighs over Jesse’s.He shifted his legs higher and wider, forcing hers to do the same, and cool air washed over the wet, hot flesh of her pussy.
Her face hot, her body hotter, Chloe squirmed in Jesse’s hold, her hands clutching his thighs.“Knox,” she pleaded.
“What?”he asked absently, his entire focus on her pussy, spread wide in front of him.
She didn’t know how to answer him, how to tell him that this was embarrassing and arousing and just too much to handle, but Jesse spoke before she could figure it out.
“You’re so beautiful, Chloe,” he murmured, dipping his head down so he spoke directly in her ear, his hands firm on her breasts, his erection like a brand against her back.“Let him look.He needs to look.”
She squirmed, rubbing against Jesse’s back, his hands.God, the room felt like an inferno.And Knox’s eyes didn’t shift even an inch from her pussy.“Why?”
“Because it’s hot,” Jesse said baldly.“Isn’t it?”
