“Answer me, Juno. Who would you be thinking about while you played with yourself?”
I wouldn’t lie to him. Couldn’t even if I wanted to, with the need thrumming through my veins making my thoughts fuzzy.
“You,” I breathed.
“What about my friend? Would you think of Langston too?”
A soft brush of air and a faint creak of hinges had my lashes fluttering open. Langston’s green eyes were locked on me as he closed the door behind him and leaned back against the solid wood. My chest rose and fell in shallow, rapid breaths.
“Yes,” I whispered, not looking away from Langston. “I’d think of him too.”
“Good girl,” West murmured in my ear. “I can’t wait to feel you.” The tip of his finger brushed along the edge of my lace panties before dipping beneath. His guttural groan vibrated along my skin as he stroked my soaked seam. “Fucking hell, you’re drenched.”
My spine went ramrod straight and I squirmed, trying to move away from his touch. “I’m sorry. I know it’s gross and?—”
“The fuck did you say?” Langston demanded.
West pulled his hand free, holding the single glistening digit between our faces. Embarrassed, I turned away, cheeks heating.
“This is not gross,” West rasped, gaze locked on his fingers. Slowly, I turned back to him, cautiously studying the two men for any sign of deception. “It’s fucking sexy as hell. It makes me want to drop to my knees and lick it all from the source. I bet you taste as good as you smell.”
“West, you don’t have to?—”
“Why don’t you believe him?” Langston asked.
I rolled my lips inward to keep from blurting out the truth.
“Show her how much you like it, West.”
“Yes, sir,” he chuckled.
Before I could protest, he slid those fingers into his mouth and sealed his lips around them. Dark eyelashes fluttered as his lids closed and a deep, lust-filled moan rattled in his chest.
“I need more. Please, Juno.”
All I could do was nod, too shocked and confused to do anything else.
Reaching his hand beneath my dress, he pushed my panties aside to drag three fingers through my soaked slit, gathering up more of my desire, then licked it from his fingers.
“Holy shit,” I breathed.
Hand between my thighs once more, West leaned forward. “I’ll show you how good you taste.” Pressing our lips together, he pushed his tongue between my lips to stroke my own. A sweet flavor that was all me filled my mouth. My nails dug into the back of his neck as I sucked my desire off his tongue.
Our desperate kiss broke apart when he slid two fingers into my core. Gazes locked, he pulled them free only to thrust back in, grinding the heel of his hand against my swollen clit. Shifting to put my thigh between his, West ground his hard dick against me.
“West,” I begged, dropping a hand to grip the top of his jeans. “Please.”
Before he could respond, Langston did it for him.
“She doesn’t get rewarded with your dick after calling her drenched pussy gross.”
A pitiful whimper escaped me at the same time a desperate grunt came from West.
“But….” Langston pushed off the door and came to stand behind West. “How about I take care of my friend while he takes care of you with his thick fingers deep in your cunt?”
“What?” I said at the same time West said, “Yes.”
“Your call, Juno,” Langston said. I followed his hand as it slid down West’s taut stomach and dipped inside his jeans. A sharp hiss whistled through West’s teeth while Langston just smirked. “His other hand is out of commission, or he’d be doing this himself right now. I’m just being a good friend.”
