“Yes, Alpha.” It was hard not to drool as he revealed delicious abs and just the tiniest bit of chest hair.
“I like to watch him get undressed, too, because he’s hot,” Steven whispered conspiratorially in my ear as I realized I was staring.
“Oh? I didn’t realize that I was the main event here.” Ashton smirked as he took off his pants and swung them around his head.
It was so funny–stoic, serious Ashton pretending to put on a striptease for us.
“I really like what I see,” I murmured in appreciation. Sure, my ex had been fit, but not like this. Ashton was a big guy with meaty, muscular thighs, and biceps on his biceps.
I also noticed how neatly he put his clothes on the chair.
Steven started to undress and tossed his shirt unceremoniously to the floor. Ashton picked it up and added it to the pile.
I was alone in a bedroom with two, hot hockey players only wearing their tighty-whities. All right, Steven wore tighty-whities. Ashton wore burgundy boxer-briefs.
Maybe I should’ve worn sexy underwear? Though I wasn’t really into sexy underwear. I preferred underwear that was comfortable and did its job.
“Do you need some help there, Starshine?” Steven asked.
Getting on my knees, I turned my back to him, holding my hair up. My high-necked, silk top was backless and tied at the neck.
He pulled the tie, undoing the bow, and the shirt slid down my chest.
Ashton sucked in a breath. “You’ve been braless the whole time?”
“Yep.” They weren’t large.
Steven drew his fingers along the shark tattoo on my shoulder.
“It’s hard to worship you when you’re wearing pants.” A smile played on his lips. Ashton tugged on my pants. Undoing the button, he slowly rolled them off and put them in the neat pile on the chair by the desk.
“You have matching tattoos.” I realized the two of them both had an armband of the same Celtic knot on their left biceps. It had been hiding under their shirts.
“Yep. We’re one of those alpha couples.” Steven grinned as he took off my panties. The exchange made me think this was some sort of joke between them.
Yes, I was naked in the bedroom of two alphas, and I was going to have them both.
“I want to taste you first this time.” Steven pounced on me, knocking me back to the bed, and I laughed.
He buried himself between my thighs. I sucked in a breath, because he didn’t explore–he plundered, tongue capturing me, as his big hands spread my thighs apart.
“Right there, right there,” I gasped as he got a good spot.
“Is it alright if I touch you? I’d like to kiss your breasts.” Ashton got on the bed beside me.
“Please, just don’t be too rough,” I breathed.
“They're beautiful and rememberstopworks. It doesn’t matter what we’re doing. You won’t hurt our feelings,” Ashton assured, he bent down and kissed my lips, one hand covering my breast.
I was glad that he said that, because I didn’t want their feelings to be hurt if the two of them got to be too much for me.
A gasp escaped my lips again as Ashton’s thumb toyed with my nipple.
“Still okay?” Ashton asked me.
Instead of answering, I kissed him. My hand clasped over his bun, like it was a joystick.
Steven continued to caress me with his tongue, devouring me like he had his ice cream. Several fingers slipped in me, making me moan, as he moved them in and out.
