Without his body hindering me, I jerked my shirt up and pulled it off, tossing it to the floor. Next, I unhooked my bra, dragged it off, too. I managed to free the button on my jeans and lower the zipper, but that was as far as I could go with Knox caging my legs with his thighs.
All the while, he watched.
Movement caught my attention, and I noticed Kieran standing in the doorway.
“Waiting for an invite?” I joked.
“Just enjoying the show.”
I groaned, hating that they were purposely slowing me down. I didn’t want slow. I didn’t want gentle. Not tonight. I was aching for something more. Hard and dirty and mind-blowing. That was what I wanted from them.
Because neither of them made a move toward me, I took matters into my own hand. Literally. I tucked my hand into my panties and teased myself while they both leveled me with a stare. It was sinful, I won’t lie. Being admired by two men, being the center of their attention. There was no feeling in the world that compared to this.
Kieran was the first to move, reaching behind his head and fisting a handful of his shirt before pulling it off. I continued to tease myself while I watched him reveal the smooth, rigid contours of his chest and abs.
God, he was beautiful.
A soft moan escaped me when he stepped forward, reaching for the button on his jeans.
Still kneeling over me, Knox didn’t move, his gaze shifting back and forth between us as though he wasn’t sure which was more fascinating. I knew the feeling because I had the same problem when watching them.
“Grab the lube,” Knox said, his attention back on me, but his directive meant for Kieran.
I inhaled, warmth churning through my veins at the promise those few words held.
“You ready for both of us at the same time?”
I knew what he meant, so I nodded. While they’d fucked me simultaneously before, we’d yet to be joined completely as one in the way he was thinking.
He growled softly, his eyes flashing with more heat than I’d ever seen in them as he scooted back toward the edge of the bed. I watched as he got to his feet, ogled as he began to disrobe. When Kieran came back into view, I watched him, too, taking in the sheer masculinity of their powerful bodies, their ridiculously handsome faces. I tried to memorize their expressions, the desire I could sense within them.
They wanted me, and that was a heady feeling.
Kieran joined me on the bed, laying out at my side, his hand cupping my breast. At my feet, Knox began stripping my jeans and panties down my legs, tossing them with the rest of the discarded clothing.
The next few minutes were a blur of sensation. Their hands kneaded my flesh as Kieran managed to position himself on the bed, pulling me over him so that I was straddling his thighs. I didn’t hesitate, reaching between us to grip his rigid cock, guiding him to the place I needed him most.
The rough hiss that escaped him as I sank down on him made my blood pump faster. I moaned as the broad head stretched me wide, sliding deeper until I was seated on him fully. At that point, Kieran pulled me down, sealed his mouth to mine, and drove me crazy with his hands roaming over me. I began rocking on him, fucking myself on his cock. Sensations blasted me as he brushed against all those delicate nerve endings. It was safe to say I was addicted to this feeling. Completely obsessed with having one of them inside me. The pleasure was intense, gratifying in a way that defied reason and logic.
And yet, I wanted more.
I wanted both of them.
“Knox,” I whimpered against Kieran’s mouth.
“I think our girl wants more,” Kieran said before capturing my lips again.
I kissed him hard, rocking faster, taking his cock deeper. My nipples grazed his chest, another riot of sensation assaulting me. Every inch of me was on fire, a ferocious need igniting, then raging out of control. It was sated momentarily when Knox’s finger teased along the crack of my ass. More so when he dipped a finger inside me.
I continued to rock, focusing on both sensations: Kieran’s cock in my pussy and Knox’s finger in my ass. It was exquisite.
And still not enough.
“More,” I pleaded.
Both men growled as Kieran’s arms banded tightly around me, holding me still while his tongue plundered my mouth. I whimpered and moaned, urging them to continue. Kieran’s hips pumped, fucking me from beneath as the bed dipped behind me.
I was intimately aware of Knox’s cockhead pressing against my virgin hole. He pushed forward, and pain blazed inside me, but it was extinguished almost immediately. Kieran continued to fuck me, his cock moving inside me, his hands cupping my ass firmly, keeping me in place.
