I trace his perfect jaw with my fingers. “I won’t. But I just wanted to spend tonight with you guys. You steady me whenever I feel like I’m on shaky ground.”
“Where’s Ares?” Chance asks, chewing on his second spring roll.
“He texted me that he was done at work and he had to do one last stop before coming home. So stop eating, Chance; or by the time Ares comes home, there isn’t going to be anything left.”
Chance offers me his best shit-eating grin. “You snooze, you lose. He grew up with me; he should know how fast I can eat. Especially these delicious spring rolls.”
I roll my eyes, grabbing Chance’s hand and pulling him away from the dinner table. “Behave.”
“Only if I can have dessert before dinner.” He winks.
“What do you mean?”
His smile widens. “I bet I can feast on you, sweet girl, and make you come before Ares gets home.”
Before I can say anything, Lev bends over, lifting me over his shoulder, fireman style.
He chuckles at my surprised squeal. “I like the way you think, Chance. I knew there was a reason why we’re best friends. Let’s go eat dessert before we have dinner.”
The second Lev puts me down onto my feet, his lips are on mine.
This kiss is different from the teasing one he gave me earlier. He explores my mouth, confident, skilled, hungry.
It’s Chance’s turn to stand behind me, peppering the back of my neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses.
My two boyfriends have me breathing hard in a matter of minutes, and they haven’t even removed any of my clothes yet.
I know I’m not the only one who’s turned on to the point that my entire body is tingling with need. They’re both rock-hard in their gray sweatpants, the thin fabric doing very little to hide their impressive erections.
“Fuck, Zee,” Lev sinks down to his knees in front of me. “You look so hot in this little outfit of yours. But I bet you’re going to look even better when these clothes are on the floor.”
He lifts the front of my skirt, burying his face between my thighs.
Lev gives me a hot kiss without removing my underwear; he uses the purple silk of my panties to create more friction against my throbbing clit.
“Oh God.” I whimper when he flicks his tongue where I need it most. On one hand, I want him to get rid of my panties; on the other hand, I love how he’s teasing me, upping the anticipation.
He continues to french kiss me through my panties, licking and sucking, and my knees begin to buckle.
Chance is right behind me, tall and solid, ready to catch me and support my weight. “I’ve got you, baby.” He murmurs softly in my ear. “You can let go for Lev. For us.”
His hands reach in front of me, cupping my breasts. He knows exactly how I like to be touched and plays with my nipples, rubbing the pads of his thumbs over the hardened peaks over and over.
Maybe I should be embarrassed by how fast they reduced me to a panting, quivering mess without even needing to remove my clothes.
All I feel though is excitement and desire for them.
They make me feel sexy, wanted, and safe.
Lev lifts his face to look at me with a knowing smile. “You’re so sweet. Am I allowed to take your panties off before Ares gets home?”
I bite on my bottom lip. I’m not surprised that Lev understands that I want to look pretty for all of them.
“Don’t worry, Zee.” He smiles. “I can work around them.”
Lev moves the silk to the side, lifting one of my legs to rest onto his shoulder and lowers his head on me again.
I’m glad we’re alone in the house, because the moan that escapes from me would give away exactly how good my boyfriend’s mouth feels right now.
