“Leave them,” Richard finally ground out, his voice rough and low and dangerous.
Hux smiled. “A man after my own heart. There is something about having her legs wrapped around your waist and feeling that silk brush your skin.”
Zara shivered. “You needn’t talk about me like I’m not here,” she managed to choke out.
Hux laughed as he let the flat of his hand smooth up her thigh, just tease between her legs. “I assure you, sweet, all we can see is you.”
She almost laughed. “I don’t think that’s true. You two see each other just as plainly. And it drives me wild.”
“We haven’t even begun to drive you wild,” Richard assured her. “Will you move to the bed?”
Hux released her and rocked back on his heels as he watched her move to the bed. She climbed up and rested back on the pillows, carefully opening her legs and arranging herself for the best view for them both. Hux stood and together the men stood staring at her.
Richard licked his lips. “I want a taste. Show me.”
Hux braced his hands on the edge of the bed and smiled up at Zara with an expression of erotic promise that made her heart studder. “Oh, with great pleasure.”
He moved up on the mattress and positioned himself between her legs, opening her wider. “So pretty,” he all but purred as he stroked a finger through the wet evidence of how aroused she already was.
He lifted it for Richard to see, and Zara gasped as Richard leaned forward and sucked the finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and around as Hux let out a moan.
“You do have a talented tongue,” Hux whispered harshly, then winked down at Zara. “Are you ready to feel it? To have us both taste you until you are shaking?”
“Please,” she all but sobbed. “Please.”
He flashed a half-grin and then lowered his head between her legs. His curly hair settled against her thighs, and she cried out as he gave one languid lick along the full length of her pussy. She lifted into him, clenching at the coverlet as every sensation in her trembling body spiraled into intense focus on the heated place between her legs and Hux’s tongue as he stroked over her again and again and again.
He was building her pleasure, maneuvering her with ease toward leg-shaking release. After so many years together, he could do it almost effortlessly. Better yet, he seemed to revel in the act, revel in watching her body bend and shake and convulse in the pleasure his mouth gave. Never was he harder than after a languid afternoon of his tongue on her…in her.
“I see,” Richard said softly, moving toward the bed at last. He cupped her cheeks and kissed her, deep and slow. Hux’s mouth faltered on her, and she glanced down to find him watching them kiss even as he continued to lick and please.
“Look at me,” Richard ordered, and she did so, locking her gaze with his ridiculously blue one and losing herself in the intensity of his stare, along with the powerful pleasure of Hux’s tongue. “Don’t come, Zara. No matter how much he pleases you, you can’t come yet. Not until I tell you.”
She moaned at the idea that she would hand over the permission of her pleasure to another person. Hux had never claimed that. He gave freely, often without asking for anything in return. But the idea that this tall, handsome man…almost a stranger…would hold the keys to when she quaked was…intoxicating.
“May I beg?” she gasped, twisting as Hux began to suck her clitoris, tormenting her.
Richard leaned in, caging her head with his hands, letting his lips just brush over hers as he whispered, “I demand that you do. Do you hear me? Idemandit, Zara. Beg him. Beg me. Tell me every filthy thing you’ll do if I allow your release. Tell me every moment of what being poised on the edge does to you. Give it all to me and perhaps I’ll set you free to scream this house down. But do not come until I give permission.”
She nodded, a jerky motion she barely controlled because Hux’s tongue was moving faster now and she was already on the edge that Richard would deny. She lifted her head to kiss him again, looking for distraction, but he only laughed, and when he bent his mouth to her, it was against her throat.
He dragged his tongue down over her breasts, swirling around first one nipple, then the other. Tugging there, matching his rhythm to Hux’s as she writhed.
“Beg,” he repeated, this time sharply.
“Please!” she cried out, thrashing her head on the pillows and lifting her hips helplessly. “Please let me come for him. I want to come.”
“What else do you want?” Richard encouraged as his mouth drew down over the soft swell of her stomach.
He was almost between her legs now, almost to where Hux continued to torment her, sucking and licking, swirling his tongue and then spearing her with it. Building her toward the edge and then denying it by altering his rhythm. Whatever game they were playing, he was fully invested. His gaze glittered as he looked up at her, pupils dilated with her torment.
“I want you both to lick me,” she gasped. “I want you to put your fingers in me. I don’t want to be able to tell who is touching me. I just want to feel you both.”
Richard chuckled against her hips even as he settled a hand on Hux’s back. Hux moaned against her skin and the vibration nearly set her off. She groaned and twisted, trying to get closer, trying to move farther away. Anything just to ease the ache that was building so high inside of her that she feared she would shatter when she was finally allowed to fall.
She forced her gaze open, made herself watch as Richard nudged Hux to the side, widening her legs even farther so that one thigh was draped over each of their shoulders. The stretch was lewd and delicious, and she lifted toward them as Richard bent his head. Hux turned toward him, and for a moment their tongues tangled against her sensitive clitoris.
“Oh God,” she gasped, reaching down to grip Hux’s hair, dig her nails into Richard’s shoulder through his jacket. “Please! Please just do it.”
