David dropped kisses down Reese’s neck and shoulders. He particularly liked the patch of skin just below the hairline, and she and Reese were both weak to it.
She shuddered when two sets of fingers slid between her legs. Someone paused to rub over her clit, while the other kept going, sinking two fingers into her.
“God, yes,” she muttered. “Fuck, you’re…you’re going to…”
“What, baby? What am I going to do?” David asked in a low voice, his lips brushing Reese’s neck.
She could only assume it was David’s fingers inside her. “You’re going to make me come,” she gasped.
His fingers moved faster. “No, I’m not.”
She whimpered, because he was wrong, but she wasn’t about to argue. She could feel it building, crawling up her spine.
Reese panted between them, watching David’s hand.
Then David stopped, his fingers slipping away.
Mati cried out with frustration.
“I’m not going to make you come,” David said. “Reese is.”
Reese didn’t hesitate, his fingers replacing David’s. She arched against his hand, the plug shifting and making her gasp. “Please, Reese. Please.”
He pumped his fingers as fast as David had, and it was good—fuck that was good—but it wasn’t the same. She pried her eyes open and caught David’s dark gaze. “Please, David. Show him. I want—you have to show him.”
David tucked his lips behind Reese’s ear. “Curl your fingers forward, so the pads are running along the front wall,” he said, his voice a hoarse whisper. He ran his hooked fingers down Reese’s chest, right over his sternum. “Like this.”
Reese caught his swollen lip between his teeth, his eyes narrowing.
Mati grabbed his shoulder, her nails biting into the skin. “Yes, like that. Butharder.”
He was a gloriously fast study. She wanted to praise him, to thank him—and she would, as soon as she could string more than two words together.
“Faster, Reese,” David said.
“Really?” But, god love him, he fucking did it.
Mati moaned, the ecstasy swelling, filling her up. This wasn’t like any other kind of orgasm. She could climax from clitoral stimulation, but it wasn’t like this. That was a wave, a big one that picked her up and up until she crested and slid down the other side.
The strum of Reese’s fingers was building something else inside her, a corkscrew of tension in her belly, bowing her spine as she clung to Reese and tried to catch her breath. She couldn’t, could only pant and gasp as the spring coiled tighter, low and hot, her body swelling around Reese’s fingers.
“Don’t stop,” David said, his hand clamped over her knee to hold her steady. “No matter what, Reese, don’t stop until she asks you to.”
“I won’t. I won’t,” he gasped. His muscles worked under her hand, undeterred by the sting of her nails digging in. He’d said he liked marks and she hoped he meant it because it was only getting worse.
Better.
She snapped.
Mati threw her head back and cried out, the spring inside her releasing. Reese swore, but his fingers didn’t stop, the spray of droplets landing all over them. David groaned, she keened, and Reesekept going. She shook, gasping for air, clinging to Reese and David and riding the high like no other. She wanted it to go on for days, but when the last of the tension slipped free, she begged him to stop.
Chapter Twenty
Reese was so turned on he grabbed his cock to give himself some relief, some control, and ended up smearing Mati’s slick moisture, herejaculate, over his shaft in the process.
Fuck, that was hot—and filthy.
“Feel good?” David asked, his lips on Reese’s neck where David had discovered a hub of thousands of nerves whose sole purpose was to make Reese quiver with need.
