“Oh, God,” she cried, thrusting her chest forward, not caring that she was as wanton as she’d ever been before.
But rather than give her what she so desperately needed, Keegan reached for her arm. The next thing she knew, Bristol was leaning against Keegan, her back to his chest, staring into Kaden’s face while he stared down at her topless form.
“Fucking beautiful,” Kaden whispered.
“Please…” No, she wasn’t above begging. Not right now. Nothing mattered other than the two of them finishing what she’d started.
Kaden stepped forward, his big hands performing the same titillating moves Keegan’s had, plumping her breasts, tweaking her nipples. She was staring at his sun-bronzed skin against her much paler flesh, watching, waiting.
But then Keegan’s hand curled under her chin, cupping her throat once more. He tilted her head up and back, leaned over her shoulder, and kissed her. The kiss stole what rational thought she had left, sent her body reeling, so when Kaden leaned in and sucked one nipple into his mouth, she came. The orgasm ripped through her with a vengeance, stealing the starch from her legs, her cries of pleasure turning into whimpers when Keegan continued to kiss her.
If Keegan hadn’t been behind her, she would’ve been on the floor.
His mouth slowly separated from hers, but he remained there, staring down at her. “That was so fucking beautiful. We’re gonna make you come a dozen more times before the night is over.”
Was that a threat or a promise? she wondered.
Or perhaps a little of both.
