“Kiss me,” I say, clutching Walker’s shirt, tugging him closer.
“I think you’ve got me confused with Jay, there, princess,” he mutters, pulling my hand from his shirt. He trails his fingers over my lips, and I nip at them, something wild urging me to push.
His dark chuckle has the goosebumps returning, then with a tilt of his head, Jansen’s in front of me, giving me everything I asked for and more.
Our tongues wrestle, my hand tight on his braid, a small tug causing him to groan. Meanwhile, Walker starts some sultry, wordless music, turning the volume up before kissing from myneck down my shoulder, sliding the strap down my arm as he goes, the softness of his touch and the fabric ghostly, lighting up my nerves. And when I open my eyes, Jansen’s green gaze is dark, a dirty jade meant to cut. “More,” I demand, my grip on the braid probably too tight, but his grin tells me otherwise.
“Gladly.”
He devours me, the click of the door barely registering as Walker slides out from behind me, Jansen pinning me to the mattress. I let him have the upper hand for a while, reveling in being consumed, before I roll and pin him instead. I sit back, watching his chest rise and fall, annoyed that it’s still covered. Yanking off his shirt, I rake my nails down his front, and he flexes into my muted violence, his lids closing to slits. “Yes,” he mumbles, as I lean down and kiss the scratches better.
Tugging off his shorts, leaving him gloriously naked, I lick the underside of his already hard cock, just a tease, before I crawl back over him, hovering with my lips right above his, but not kissing him. Making him wait.
And he does, his eyes flicking from mine to my lips and back, asking without words what I want.
Two low chuckles sound from beside us, and I turn, not giving him the kiss he wants, braced above him, the only contact between us my calves where they press into his sides and my hands where they’re wrapped around his wrists.
I notice they’ve moved my clothes rack to shield the bed, and tension I didn’t know I was holding eases in my shoulders. While I was busy, they found a camera and then protected me from it. God, these guys are amazing.
RJ’s back in the chair, stripped naked, his hand wrapped around his erection, and I want to lick him too.
Walker perches on the edge of the mattress, his grin pulling me from my wandering thoughts, the edge to it hinting that whatever teasing I give to Jansen he will return tenfold.
“What do you want tonight, Princess?” he asks, the rasp in his voice betraying his calm words.
“I want all of us, together,” I say, worried I’m asking for too much. For something that I’m not supposed to want.
But he smirks, glancing at RJ whose grip tightens on himself. And I can feel the way Jansen shivers under me at the suggestion.
Walker sets something down beside the bed that I can’t see. “Then that’s what you’ll get. Eventually.”
I glare, the daring still strong. “Not too eventually, I hope.”
“Greedy.”
“For you guys? I’m a glutton.”
I get nothing more from him, but Jansen twitches in my hold. I turn back to him, some part of me—a part that grows stronger every time we play—thrilled to have him at my mercy. “If I have to wait, you do too,” I tell him.
Walker crawls over to me, taking my mouth with force. “And if he’s good?” he asks when we come up for air.
“Then he gets rewarded,” I answer, ignoring the man under me, but feeling his uneven pulse against my palms.
Walker pushes down the side of the slip that he already loosened, the small mound of my breast freed. Maintaining eye contact, he drops to my nipple, and with no preamble, latches onto it, causing pleasure to course through me, the urge to drop on top of Jansen only resisted because I can hear how his breaths are less controlled the longer we go without touching.
I like bringing him to the edge and forcing him to stay there. There’s nothing like it when I let go of his leash afterwards.
Walker pulls away from my nipple with a slight pop, the cool air against the wet tip already making me lightheaded enough for a whimper to escape. Jansen’s hips buck, and I dig my nails into his wrists, a warning without words.
Then Walker moves to my other side, slipping the other strap over my shoulder, the top falling as far as my arms allow. Sitting back, he takes me in, and I have a feeling this moment will show up in his sketchbook later. “Do you know what Jansen’s wanted for a while now? I think it might be the perfect reward.”
“Oh, please,” he whimpers, and I try to force my brain to think instead of giving in to the haze of pleasure. The longer I have three sets of eyes staring at me like I’m the most gorgeous woman on the planet, the harder it is to do anything besides feel.
I’m saved from thinking when Walker slides a careful finger down my spine, kissing from my collarbone to my other nipple, stopping there as he grabs my ass. “Think you’re ready to take two of us at once?”
And now it’s my turn to melt. “Yes. Please.” When his tongue circles my nipple, I let my greedy self surface, locking eyes with RJ across the room. “All three of you. At once.”
RJ settles farther back in the chair, taking in the view, his eyes gleaming at my demand. Walker nips at my nipple, and I moan, the feel of his smirk hot against my skin. And Jansen gives a full body shiver beneath me.
