Heat curled low in my belly. I opened my eyes slowly and looked between them. “I missed you guys too.”
Dylan’s gaze darkened. “Then let us take care of you.”
Jase leaned in closer, his voice low. “Starting with this …”
He slid his hands higher, and my breath caught.
Dylan’s hand moved to my jaw, tipping my head toward him. “You want this, Princess?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “God, yes.”
Jase pushed my dress even higher, bunching it at my waist. “Good. We’ve been fantasizing about this since you told us you were coming to LA.”
Dylan stayed near my head, brushing my hair back from my face and kissing my neck. “You have no idea how often I think about you just like this.” His mouth found mine again as Jase slipped his fingers under the lace of my panties.
“Soaked, as always.” Jase smirked.
“You’re such a cocky …” My words caught in my throat as he moved my panties aside and explored my already slick pussy with his fingers. A moment later, I was moaning.
He chuckled. “What was that, Princess?”
I shot him a playful glare. “You’re an asshole.”
His grin widened. “You wouldn’t have us any other way.”
He slowly pressed two fingers inside me, stretching me open as Dylan kissed me senseless. I gasped, as my hips lifted instinctively.
Dylan pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, while his thumb continued stroking my cheek. “You want to know what I’ve been dying to do since you walked through that door?”
I nodded, breathless.
He trailed his mouth down my neck and across my shoulder. “Get on my fucking knees and taste you.”
“Then do it,” I whispered. “But I want you both naked first.”
The three of us shed our clothes in record time before Dylan knelt in front of me. Jase hooked one of my legs over his arm, while Dylan gently pushed the other aside, spreading me open for him.
Dylan groaned when he finally got a clear look at me. “Jesus, Faye, you look so fucking pretty like this, dripping and desperate for attention.”
I didn’t have time to say anything before his tongue dragged over my core from bottom to top.
“Oh, fuck,” I cried, my head falling back as his mouth closed over me.
Dylan took his time, his tongue flicking and circling my clit with precision, driving me to the brink.
My breathing turned ragged, and I began rolling my hips, desperate for release.
“That’s our girl,” Jase praised, finger-fucking me again as Dylan latched onto my clit and sucked. “So fucking responsive.”
“God, I’m close,” I warned, gripping the couch cushions.
Dylan pulled back just long enough to grin. “Already? We just started.”
He dove back in, his tongue relentless now, and Jase leaned closer, his voice low and rough in my ear. “Come for him, Princess. Let Dylan taste all of you.”
That was all it took.
My climax hit like a tidal wave ripping through me. My back arched off the couch as I cried out, my thighs shaking against their hold.
