Griffin makes a disgruntled noise. “Not like that kind of compulsion.”
“You need me,” Evan says again, this time running his big, warm palms up my thighs. His thumbs come dangerously close to my core.
“We’re working,” I whisper roughly. “This is like, someone’s office.”
Evan slides his hands around my hips and cups my ass, nudging me forward so I have no choice but to move my feet under me or slide into his lap.
“Do you know whose office this is?” Griffin questions gently. I shake my head as Evan starts unbuttoning my pants. His lips and tongue are already painting a hot trail all over my stomach. “It’s mine. Every inch of this place is mine.” He lowers his chin. “If we want to lay you out in the dining hall and make you scream, we can.” It sounds like a dark promise.
Last night when I knew Griffin was watching me with Evan, it was hot, but being on display for the entire school isn’t appealing at all. I tuck my hair behind my ear, feeling slightly worried I’m about to disappoint him, but also filled with conviction that I would never allow that, I say, “I’m not into that kind of exhibition.”
Griffin tilts his head to the side, giving me a half grin. “Sweetness, if you think I would ever allow anyone to see that body” —he rakes his eyes over me as Evan starts tugging down my jeans— “or allow anyone to watch you come undone…” Griffin shakes his head slowly and bites the corner of his bottom lip. His canine puckers the plump flesh before he flicks his tongue over his lip quickly. “Let’s just say it would be a bad idea, which is why the errand boy almost got his head ripped off.”
I’m confused for just a moment as I mull over Griffin’s comment. Errand boy? Jon. The man with the schedule. Evan is still working my pants off my legs. I place my hand on his shoulder and lift my foot as he pulls my flat off the back of my heel. I can’t believe I’m letting him strip my clothes off in the office.
Once I’m naked from the waist down, Evan slides his hands up the outside of my legs until he reaches my waist. I feel his fingers tighten as he hoists me then places me on Griffin’s lap. I look over my shoulder, but he already has his hands on me, lifting my shirt. I raise my arms, and Evan takes the fabric and tosses it on the desk. I don’t have any warning before he splits my bra right down the middle with his claw-tipped finger. I yelp in outrage as the lacy material gives zero resistance. “Hey!”
Evan growls deep in his throat and latches onto my nipple after shoving the useless fabric away from my breast. Heat pools in my lower stomach. Okay, this might be worth the loss of another article of clothing.
Griffin’s hands tighten on my hips before he pulls me back against him. I can feel how hard he is beneath me when I arch my back. His lips brush the side of my neck, and his breath wafts across my sensitive skin. I roll my head forward and present him with the left side instead, the side he bit me on.
Tingles erupt all over my skin when he drags his tongue up the side of my throat. He stops at the exact spot where he tasted me. The promise of his sharp tooth trailing over my flesh has me tilting to give him even better access.
Evan releases my nipple and kisses his way down my body. My eyes are mere slits as I watch him, his tawny head lowering even more until his face is right between my legs. He examines me for a moment after nipping my hip. I feel his fingers slide down my leg, but that’s not the direction I want him traveling. Then Evan puts my knee over his shoulder, and I think this might be even better.
He stands swiftly, and I’m left hanging upside down on him like I’m on the monkey bars. I reach for Griffin, for something to hold onto, but he just grins at me. I’m sure my eyes are as big as saucers.
Evan lowers his head, and I feel the stubble from his chin tease my lower lips. “Give her here.” Griffin reaches for me, prompting Evan to step forward. I curl up, and my stomach muscles protest. Evan steps close enough so my upper back and shoulders rest on Griffin, and I’m no longer upside down but cradled between them. Griffin turns his face into my neck again, and this time, he starts kissing and licking as his hands begin to roam over me. Holy hell, this is almost too much.
My body begins to relax. It’s not as if I’m in the most comfortable position, but then Evan’s tongue makes a long lap up my slit, and comfort is no longer my concern. I let out a shaky breath and curl my arms around Griffin’s head. I need something to hold onto to feel grounded. Evan folds his hands over my waist, and most of the pressure I felt behind my knees and in my calves abates as he takes most of my weight. I’m probably going to have a ring of bruises over my hips, but I really don’t have it in me to care, not when I can feel Evan’s hot breath against me and I’m more concerned about getting better acquainted with that lovely tongue he’s sliding inside me.
Griffin continues to caress my skin. His fingertips are so light, it almost feels like he’s tickling me, but laughing is the last thing on my mind. I undulate with his caress, following his strokes as much as I can as he continues to skim his touch all over my curves.
Evan shifts his hold and brings one of his hands up to separate me, then he spears his tongue deeper inside my channel once I’m open and lets out a groan. The room is filled with the sounds of our mingled breaths and my soft pants of surrender. I tangle my fingers in Griffin’s hair, tugging as if his head is the one between my legs. He peppers hot, open-mouthed kisses everywhere he can reach, nipping but not biting my flesh in a way that has me nearly begging for him to taste me again.
My heart is beating so hard, I feel almost lightheaded, but that could also be the position I’m in, not that I’m complaining. The stubble on Evan’s chin is rough, amplifying the soft slickness of his tongue swirling inside me.
I turn my face to the side as Griffin’s kiss climbs higher on my neck and capture his lips. The moment I open my mouth to him, the feeling of euphoria doubles, and I find myself squirming in their grasp, needing more but so close to being overwhelmed too. All cares about where we are, and the underlying feeling that we’re doing something wrong, are buried as I feel my inner muscles clench. I’m seconds away from coming and only pushed closer to release when Griffin twists and pinches my nipple in a pattern that’s close to the way Evan is swirling his tongue and sucking on my clit.
My hips buck up, and I break the kiss with Griffin to let out a long, low moan followed by pants, begging them not to stop. Evan’s grip grows punishing as he pushes his lips and tongue harder against me, lapping my slit as I come so hard, I damn near forget how to breathe.
With a limp hand, I reach down for Evan as he continues to lick me, every pass of his tongue over my clit making me shudder. He looks up when I run my fingers over the top of his head. His eyes are slitted but slightly wild as he gazes at me. His lips are wet, and I lick mine in response. He makes a grunting sound of satisfaction.
I swallow once, then clear my throat to make sure I’m actually capable of speech. “You gonna put me down anytime soon?” I rasp.
With careful movements, Evan pulls one of my legs from over his shoulder while lowering himself back to a kneeling position. My head throbs a few times as I push myself up to a seated position, still on Griffin’s lap. His hands go right to my waist, and he pulls me back against his erection, reminding me that while I just had an amazing orgasm, neither of them has.
I lower my eyes, feeling shy all of a sudden, but Evan reaches forward and tips my chin up with a finger. I open my mouth to say something, but he’s kissing me before I have a chance. I can smell and taste myself on his lips. Griffin did this earlier too, but it isn’t unpleasant. Feeling slightly braver, I slide my hand down his torso until my fingers meet with the dark fabric of his jeans. Evan’s kiss slows as if he’s so focused on my touch, he’s forgotten to kiss me back.
Griffin fists my hair and roughly jerks my head to the side, pulling me away from Evan. “You had a taste, it’s my turn,” he growls before kissing me softly with my hair still clasped in his fist. I sink even further into him, though I still work one handed to get Evan’s button free. Evan’s thick fingers brush against mine, and he takes over the task, lowering his zipper and letting his pants fall just enough that I’m able to wrap my fingers around his length.
Even though I just climaxed, heat blossoms in my lower belly. Knowing both of them want me, that I’m the reason Evan is so hot and hard in my palm and Griffin keeps lifting his hips to get closer to me, has a way of making a girl feel pretty damn special.
Evan steps even closer, so I slide my hand all the way down to his base before twisting my wrist a little and pulling back up with my grip tightened around his flesh. I open my eyes to watch him, even while Griffin is still kissing me, and I’m rewarded with the sight of Evan standing over me. His head is tilted back, but his eyes are slitted open so he can see me and the way my hand is working over him.
Griffin nips my lip, and I know it was enough to draw blood. I can taste the slightly sweet metallic flavor in my mouth. His tongue laps over the slight sting, and I shiver. The pain is gone immediately, but in its wake is a desire so strong, I want to rip his clothes off and rub all over him before demanding he sink his teeth into me.I’m addictedto him, filters through my mind, but the thought is swallowed up quickly when Evan caresses the side of my jaw.
Griffin slows our kiss. I pull back a little and gaze into his eyes. His pupils are pinpricks, leaving a wide ring of turquoise staring straight at me. He licks his lips, then flicks his eyes down as if he’s ashamed. I don’t like the heavy feeling that settles in my chest.
