Page 63 of The Betrothal

Fingertips skimmed under my jumper and across the incredibly sensitive skin of my stomach making me mewl. I mewled. Then they tucked inside my waistband searching deeper before finally a sliver of logic returned to my sex-addled brain. I snatched at his hand and it stopped its movement.

“Bad.” I dragged in a breath. “Can’t.”

“I need more than that, Killer. Ben’s asked to see more. I’m not sure ‘bad’ and ‘can’t’ is a cohesive argument against?” His tongue rolled across his lips, knowing the effect it would have on me, and predictably I followed the movement knowing my body was giving off a different message to my words. His tongue then darted across my lower lip.

I gasped and my pussy clenched.

“Killer?” he whispered against my mouth.

Their hands on me had fallen still, but it didn’t seem to matter. I wanted whatever this was. And my protests were entirely about perception, propriety.

These men had been clear – were being entirely clear about what they wanted.

Silently I conceded, not actually able to verbalise it I simply nodded.

Both men audibly exhaled, their hands resuming their silent exploration, my back arching in welcome.

Seb’s hands tucked inside my underwear but he didn’t kiss me again, his focus on Ben whose pupils had blown wide to consume his irises. The last tiny sliver of blue was erased in the dark light the moment I gasped at the first touch of Seb’s fingers across my centre, the sweetest flush rising along his high cheekbones.

“He-likes-watching-you,” Seb ground out, words muttered in time with his fingertip circling my clit. “Eyes on Ben, Killer.”

I obeyed, Ben switching between scanning my face and studying how Seb’s hands moved rhythmically beneath my underwear. Although he couldn’t see any skin, I somehow felt completely bare.

Seb’s finger slid down to circle my entrance, dipping inside and my body bucked. Seb groaned while Ben’s tongue slipped across his lips, his fingers sliding across my legs in sync with Seb’s.

“Ben?” Seb checked in with him.

“More.” His reply was a gravelled whisper.

Moans built in my chest and I choked them down, panting.

Seb’s fingers continued dipping inside me, then dragging up and over my clit, back down, pushing deeper inside with each pass. Every touch to my clit, every time his fingers pressed inside to rub over my inner walls, I climbed higher.

“Seb,” I panted, not knowing how I managed to keep my voice so quiet.

“I know, Killer.” His pace quickened and I felt the blush of newfound bashfulness at being seen like this.

“I can’t.” I writhed. “Quiet…” My words were strangled, cutting off.

Seb’s fingers never slowing, he wrapped his arm around my back his hand coming up to trace my lips, then he placed his palm over my mouth.

“You can scream now, Killer.”

That was it, his words drove me over the edge, my loud moans captured behind his hand while tremors wracked my body.

I clenched my eyes closed, riding the climax until it subsided and my eyes eased back open.

Both men were statues in their stillness, the sound of their panting breaths matching mine, the only noise in the room before the quiet was shattered by a desperate noise from Seb. He gently eased his fingers from inside me, lifting them he finally dragged his eyes from my face to look at his embarrassingly wet fingers.

Heat raced up my cheeks, the embarrassment worsened when he slipped his fingers into his mouth and ran his tongue over them lasciviously. Only when he was finished did he release me.

I stood on shaking legs, jaw slack with the post-orgasm haze.

Ben followed reaching out to steady me.

“Let’s get you to bed, before I get carried away.” Seb clapped a large palm over my ass, the shock startling my still-tingling body and I groaned. I definitely needed to get into my room before I pushed this to escalate myself.

“First.” Seb closed in on Ben, fingers lifting his chin ever so softly. “It’s only polite to share.”