He chuckles and steps closer, his hard length bobbing with each step he takes. “You look so pretty spread out for us, like a perfect fucking feast for us to devour.”
As if to punctuate his point, he leans over me and swipes his tongue across the peaked nipple my lace bra is doing nothing to hide.
I’m so turned on that my panties are plastered against my aching center, and wetness clings to the insides of my thighs.
It’s not that past spankings haven’t got me going, because they absolutely have, but there’s something about being between these two men that has my body reacting like it never has before.
The mattress dips as Asher crawls across the bed, stopping once his bare thighs press against the side of one of mine, but I can’t see what he’s doing.
My view is blocked by Rowan’s chest as he laps at my other nipple, driving me closer to the edge.
I used to think women who could come without their pussy being touched were a myth, but Jesus, between my stinging ass and the friction Rowan creates by laving the lace covering my nipples, I’m starting to think it may not be as impossible as I once thought.
Asher lifts my hips and pushes something beneath them. It’s too firm to be one of the pillows we sleep on, but it’s soft and comfortable.
Once he has me where he wants me, he drags something cool up the inside of my thigh, sending a shiver through my body.
“Open wide for me, Little Doe.”
I spread my thighs, heat touching my cheeks at the idea of him seeingeverythingwhile I can’t see anything more than a very sculpted chest, and if I strain, a hard as fuck cock.
Okay, so maybe my situation isn’t quite as dire as I’m making out.
Asher continues dragging the item higher, and my breath hitches when what feels a lot like glass presses against my entrance.
I’m so wet, whatever it is will slide into me with little resistance, but the anticipation is killing me.
“We’re going to play a little game,” Asher says, his voice even as he drags whatever he’s holding through my wetness.
Rowan stands over me, his hard cock fisted in one of his hands as he gives it a few quick pumps. The sight alone has my thighs closing around Asher’s hand, needing something—anything—to take the edge off.
“Uh, uh, uh. None of that, Little Doe,” Asher growls a moment before his palm slaps across the top of my thigh.
He pushes my legs open again, his rough palms squeezing the soft flesh beneath them.
I used to be self-conscious of my legs, thinking I always had to keep them covered, but it turns out that had a lot more to do with the belittling I grew up with than anything else.
I’m starting to think it’s impossible to feel unattractive when either of these men has their eyes on me.
“Stay,” he rumbles, pressing the toy against my entrance again but not pushing it any further.
“What’s the game, Asher?” Rowan asks, his voice thick with the same need that throbs in my center.
“We’re going to see who can squirt first.” His smirk is so fucking sexy I can’t help but shift my lips. “If I make Hannah squirt before you come, I get to fuck her ass first. And if you come first, you do.”
The moan that escapes my throat is downright indecent, but who can blame me when two of the hottest men I’ve ever met are standing over me, talking about who is going to fuck my ass and making me squirt?
Jesus.
Is it hot in here?
Rowan chuckles. “You’re either overestimating your abilities or underestimating how badly I need to come all over Hannah’s pretty face.”
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
ASHER
I’ve only ever made Hannah squirt one time before, and it was after almost an hour of edging, so it’s entirely possible that I am overestimating my abilities here. But I saw someone at the club use one of these ribbed glass dildos on their sub recently, and it got her there in under a minute. So I’m not counting myself out just yet.
