When Lex finally pulled back, I was panting. Majesty was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching us with knowing eyes.
“Good morning,” he said calmly, like he hadn’t just watched Lex devour me.
“Morning,” I managed.
Majesty pushed off the doorframe and moved toward us. Lex still stood between my legs, still held my wrists, but he shifted slightly to make room.
“She looks desperate,” Majesty observed, and I could hear the satisfaction in his voice.
“She is,” Lex confirmed. “Aren’t you, Cami?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Majesty moved closer, his hand coming up to cup my jaw, turning my face toward him. “Did you dream about us last night?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What did you dream?” He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine.
“About you both. About your hands on me. About what it would feel like when you finally give me what I need.”
“And what do you need?” His mouth was so close, but he didn’t close the distance.
“You. Both of you filling me. Please.”
“Soon.” Then he kissed me, and it was different from Lex’s claiming. This was worship. Slow and deep and thorough. His tongue explored my mouth like he had all the time in the world.
While Majesty kissed me, I felt Lex’s free hand slide up my stomach, just below my breasts. Not touching them, but close enough that every graze made my body beg for more.
“You’re so responsive,” Lex murmured against my neck, his lips finding my pulse point. “I can feel you trembling.”
I was. My whole body was shaking with need. Majesty’s mouth on mine, Lex’s hand on my stomach, his mouth on my neck. It was too much and not enough all at once.
Lex’s hand moved lower, sliding over my hip, my thigh, and I whimpered into Majesty’s mouth. So close. He was so close to where I needed him.
“Please,” I gasped when Majesty finally broke the kiss.
“Not yet.” Lex’s hand moved to the inside of my thigh, his fingers tracing patterns that made me writhe. “But soon. Verysoon, we’re going to take you apart. Going to make you come so hard you forget your own name. But not today.”
“Why?” It came out almost like a sob.
“Because,” Majesty said, his thumb brushing across my lower lip, “anticipation makes everything better. And we want you so desperate for us that when we finally give you a release, it’ll be explosive.”
Lex’s hand moved higher, his fingers brushing against the seam of my leggings right over where I was soaking wet. I jerked at the contact, pleasure shooting through me.
“So sensitive,” he observed. “I bet I could make you come just like this. Just from touching you through your clothes.”
“Please.”
“No.” He pulled his hand away entirely, and I actually whimpered at the loss. “You don’t come until we say you can. Understood?”
“None of this is fair,” I pleaded to them. I was so aroused it hurt, needing them to fill me.
“I’m aware.” He released my wrists and stepped back, and I nearly fell forward without his support. Majesty steadied me, his hands gentle on my shoulders.
“Deep breaths,” Majesty instructed. “Come back to us.”
I tried, but my body was on fire. Every nerve ending was screaming for relief. I could feel how wet I was, how swollen. One touch. That’s all it would take.
