Cole starting thrusting harder and faster to the beat of the frenzied masses around us, his fingers pistoning in and out of my dripping core. Brent’s fingers slid around Cole’s for a moment, wetting them before alternating between circling my clit and rubbing it in time to Cole’s thrusts. I swung my hips back and forth. Pressing. Reaching. Burning.
Brent bent down, whispering against my ear as I fed on Cole’s mouth, “Now, darlin’. Now.” He sucked my earlobe into his mouth and bit down.
My body tightened like a bow string and they automatically plunged and pushed with unrelenting feverish speed and strength. I broke. White light descended on me, a shower of raining ecstasy. It rushed over, and inside, my damp flesh, scalding and euphoric, as my back bowed with strength I didn’t know I had. They shoved against me, keeping me contained as I screamed and shook.
Cole came up for air and Brent took his place, absorbing my shouts as bright and sensual hues swam behind my closed eyes. My body pulsed and jerked between them as I drifted through unimaginable heights. They took it all. They took me.
Languidly, I returned to myself. They were holding me up between them. Brent was stroking my face as Cole fixed my clothing. My leg had been returned to the ground at some point.
Brent asked, “Do you want to go back to the hotel?”
I thought he was talking to me and I licked my lips and tried to open my eyes fully to reply when Cole answered, “Yes.” A hesitation. “What about you?”
“Yeah.”
“Then let’s get the hell out of here.”
I didn’t have any room to argue. My eyes fluttered completely open only when Cole picked me up. My limbs were limp noodles and I barely managed to wrap my arms around his neck. I peered over his shoulder, wondering how many songs had been sung. No one watched us as Brent maneuvered between people, creating a path for Cole to follow.
I was still recovering when Brent hailed a cab. Cole and I got in first. Brent sat directly next to Cole, placing my legs over his since I was sitting on Cole’s lap. I rested my head back on Cole as the cab pulled off.
My eyes were drifting shut when Cole placed his fingers under my chin and titled my head back, ordering in a rough, intimate voice, “Don’t you dare fall asleep. We’re nowhere near finished with you.”
I blinked.
Blinked some more.
Then, his words sank in. My eyes widened and I glanced at Brent for his reaction.
“That was just an appetizer, darlin’,” Brent murmured gutturally, kissing my knee. “Don’t think this gets you off thehook for decided between us, but were hurting just as badly as you are. We’re going to remedy that tonight.”
“Oh,” I sputtered. “Okay.” I glanced back and forth at them in a daze. Was this really going to happen? Could we actually get through a combined sexual encounter without bloodshed?
They stared at me, their eyes darker, pupils dilated. Their lips were kiss swollen and their hair tousled. They were open to me and completely locked on like a missile to its target. I gulped. This was either going to be one heck of a night or one that would haunt me for a very long time.
Chapter Seventeen
WE ENTERED the penthouse andit was utterly dark except for a light on in the communal bathroom where someone was taking a shower and our bedroom where the door was already open like we left it. Everyone, but the late-night bather, was asleep since it was around 1:00 in the morning. I walked to our room on my own two feet, excited and nervous all at once.
I would love to have them both at one time, but honestly, I was a little freaked about a threesome with two men. Two women and one man were not the same as one woman and two men. The dynamics, the feelings, the basic structure were all done differently. Even skipping past the fact that two men would be surrounding me, the biggest question would be if two alpha males could keep from tearing themselves, and me, apart.
I entered our bedroom and tentatively turned to face them. Cole shut and locked the door, and then both stood side-by-side, watching me with possessive edginess. They were still sporting raging hard-ons and their bodies were tense from pent up sexual frustration. Yeah, it was a coin toss on how this evening would end.
We hadn’t spoken since our last words in the cab, and currently, they still weren’t talking. I bit my cheek so I wouldn’t start babbling in my nervousness. I met their eyes, swinging mine back and forth between them. Their gazes were so predatory, I felt like a trapped gazelle.
I froze.
Silently, they started stripping.
I watched in rapt fascination as shirts and socks and shoes and belts were removed from their well-defined chests and arms, trying – successfully - to keep from staring into theirheated gazes. They stopped when all they had left to remove were their jeans and any underwear they wore. Their jeans rode low against their lean hips, both breathing hard as their blazing eyes traveled over my body.
Then…they were moving. Right for me.
I scuttled backward. Yeah, I was definitely the gazelle.
The back of my knees hit the foot of the bed and I went down in a heap. I crab walked farther up the bed, my own exhales labored. Their eyes never left mine as they followed me. I stopped when my head hit the headboard, watching them stalk on either side of the bed.
To my left, Brent licked his bottom lip. He climbed on the bed, kneeling. To my right, Cole rolled his shoulders. He climbed on, resting on his hands and knees. Brent’s hand slipped behind my neck and lifted, making my back arch off the bed. Cole’s hands gripped my ankles and unapologetically spread my bent legs wide.
