I lift my ass all the way off the mattress.
He tugs them down and drops them onto the floor beside the bed. “Much better. Now the sweatshirt.”
I sit up and rip it over my head and throw it over the foot of the bed. I don't care how it looks, I'm burning up. I want his hands on me. I want him to make me cum. I want Parker to watch. I want all of it.
“See?” he says and spreads his hand across my stomach. “I knew you were a good girl.” His hand moves to my breast, covering it, pressing it flat against my chest, cupping it, plucking at my nipple, until I'm gasping for breath and whimpering with my eyes squeezed shut. It feels so good, almost too good, and the ache between my legs is screaming for attention. But his hand stills suddenly, the intense pressure easing. I open my eyes to see Parker's hand wrapped around Drew's wrist.
“Too much,” Parker says.
“Was it?” Drew asks, head tilting.
Parker's eyes never break away from his. “She couldn't catch her breath.”
Drew blinks a few times then his eyes find mine. “Do you want to stop?”
Not even a little bit. I shake my head quickly. “No. Don't stop.”
“You have to tell me if I get too rough.”
“You won't,” I say.
Parker releases his wrist and reaches down to pull my knee back over his thigh. “He will if you let him. Don't forget that.” Then he goes back to watching as Drew's hand cups my breastonce more before moving back down my stomach to cup my pussy.
“Maybe she likes it like that,” he hums. “She's soaked.” He lifts his hand to show Parker my slick wetness coating his fingers. “Look.”
“I see it,” Parker says bluntly. “Make her cum, Drew. She needs rest tonight, too. Remember?”
Drew strokes my clit in small circles, smiling as my hips twitch. “Do you want me to make you cum, Genie? Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I sigh, spreading my legs wide.
Both of their nostrils flare as my scent grows even stronger.
“We need to get you out of here before your heat,” Parker declares. “Goddess, you'll get us killed.”
I don't get a chance to respond to that comment. Drew pushes thick fingers deep inside me, hooking them and twisting his wrist, smiling when his name comes floating out of me on a moan.
“Again,” he says, pumping his wrist. “Say it again.”
I gasp his name several more times as he pushes me closer and closer to release. It's right there, just out of reach. I can almost taste it. My pussy tightens, clamping down around his fingers, and he groans.
“I can't wait to fuck you,” he whispers. “Knot you. Stretch you tight. Fill you up.”
My hips buck as I rise higher. I'm almost there. Almost.
“You're going to feel so good around me, Genie,” he continues. “Taking all of me.”
“Yes,” I hiss, bucking again. Writhing. “Yes.”
He twists his wrist one last time, his thumb strumming against my clit, and pleasure explodes behind my eyelids. My hand finds material to fist and tear as my body clenches over and over again with my orgasm. I have never... No one has ever made me cumlike this. Never. I won't tell him that, but Goddess, I'm seeing stars.
After long moments, I can breathe again and I open my eyes. Both of them are staring down at me.
“Better?” Drew asks.
“I don't know,” I answer bluntly. “Maybe. A little.”
He nods. “Time to rest.”
