Biting my lip, I nod my head.
CHAPTER 22
SAVANNAH
My breath grows thin and ragged, but at the same time, jitters flood my nervous system. I feel like I poked the sleeping bear.
“You dirty little slut.” Luke says it like a praise, and my face flushes with heat. “Do you want me to watch how Rory makes you come?” He’s not even touching me, but I feel his gaze like a caress on my sensitive skin.
I nod my head.
“Words, Savannah,” Luke prompts.
“Yes,” I rasp.
Luke drags an armchair to the end of my bed, stopping when he’s just a foot away, and plops down. “Rory,” Luke says, then tilts his head toward me.
It’s like with that one word, they had an entire conversation.
Rory leads me to the edge of the bed near Luke and motions for me to sit. When I comply, he drops to his knees and removes my shoes one at a time, tossing them over his shoulder. Next to go are my pants and top, leaving me in just my bra and panties. Their eyes rake my body, causing a shiver to spread over my skin.
“You’re next,” Luke directs to Rory.
Rory stands, and Luke pulls him between his knees by his belt loop. Luke remains seated as he helps Rory out of his shoes and clothes. Watching the way the pulse in Rory’s neck races with each brush of their skin has my panties dampening.
Witnessing the passion igniting between them makes my need rise. I want to touch them, be touched by them, and watch them touch each other.
When Rory is dressed down to his boxers, he smirks at Luke. “Now you.”
As Rory removes Luke’s clothing, he drags his hand over Luke’s abdomen and brushes his hand over the bulge in Luke’s boxers. When Luke has had enough, he grabs Rory by the wrists. “I think Savannah needs some teasing now.”
Rory’s smile is full of mischief. “Can do.”
Oh, no. I don’t think I’ll survive this.
I like Luke taking control of this situation. I like not having to think about what comes next. I get to let go and be in the moment more.
Luke’s gaze is heated. “Boxers off, then suck on her nipples.”
Rory slips his boxers down his thighs, and they drop to the carpet. Then he unhooks my bra, dragging it down my arms and flinging it away. Then he adjusts my position, lying me across the foot of the bed and giving Luke the perfect view of us.
“Your tits are so beautiful.” Rory’s pupils dilate the more he stares at my chest, then he climbs on top, situating himself between my thighs.
He lowers his head to my breast, and his mouth envelops its tip. His tongue flicks back and forth, the stimulation shooting straight to my core and flooding my panties. I moan, and my hands automatically go to the back of his head, keeping him there. His hand goes to my other mound and starts plucking and pinching the peak, causing it to harden.
“Yes, Rory,” I gasp.
As Rory moves his mouth to my other breast, my head lolls to the side toward Luke. His eyes connect with mine, locking me in place. Then I notice a motion in his lap. Luke pushes his boxers down, letting his swelling erection free. He stares deep into my eyes as he wraps his hand around his shaft and moves his fist up and down.
My brain breaks from the fact that he’s hard as a rock just from watching Rory suck on my breasts. It makes me feel sexy and desired.
I’m close to coming just from this. Nipple stimulation and being watched.
When I feel my core start to flutter, Luke gives a new order. “Make her ride your face.”
Rory immediately releases my breast with a loud pop, and I whine, frustrated at being denied an orgasm. I’m unsure whether or not Luke did that on purpose.
Gripping me by my hips, Rory flips our positions. He does it so effortlessly and swiftly. My knees fall to either side of his torso. He moves his hands to my ass and urges me forward.
