Mati laughed, the sound choking off when the hot silk of David’s cock glided along her bare back where her shirt had ridden up. A shudder worked down her spine. She ached with the need to touch. To taste. To have thatin her.
Going slow. Going slow. Going slow.
She pushed back, rubbing his cock between them.
Soon, she promised herself. Not tonight. But soon.
She dragged a fingertip over the khaki covering Reese’s hand. “Get a good grip. Whatever feels good.”
Reese gulped.
She felt movement beneath her fingers. Behind her back.
“Do you like it tight?” David asked, his deep voice washing over them.
Reese wet his lips, twice, and David’s knuckles shuttled up and down her spine.
“Not too tight,” Reese whispered. Gasped, really.
“But firm,” David guessed.
“Yeah.”
“You’ll have to show me when it’s my turn,” David said, more a promise than a request.
Reese blinked up at them. “Okay?”
He sounded like he couldn’t believe any of this was happening and Mati couldn’t blame him. She was burning up, her skin flushed and damp. The two big, hot—literally and figuratively—men sandwiched her, and her mounting need was too much.
She pulled off her shirt and sent it sailing over the back of the couch.
Reese’s eyes dragged over her bare shoulders and collar bones, lingering on the white lace bra trapping her aching breasts.
If she’d known this would happen, she might have chosen something more colorful or exotic, but it was a stroke to the ego to see the effect this simple lingerie had on Reese. To feel the effect it had on David.
David cupped a breast in one hand, his other hand still traveling the length of his cock and skimming along her back.
She shivered, her nipples painfully tight against the rough lace. She grabbed Reese’s shirt, forcing him to sit up and kissing him again. Reese squeezed her other breast in his long fingers, kneading in time with the twist of their tongues.
David groaned watching them. She drew her hand down Reese’s chest until she could feel his hand moving over his cock in the limited space he had to work with.
Why was that so fucking hot? She had no idea, but she liked it. Liked the idea of her being naked and Reese coming in his pants.
She unclipped the front clasp of her bra and pushed it off her shoulders.
David’s entire body jerked when the lace landed on his hand and cock, shaking them both. Her kiss with Reese ended with a wet gasp and he fell back against the arm of the couch, staring as if mesmerized by her breasts. Even the hand in his pants froze.
“Don’t stop,” she admonished.
He stroked himself again, and she traced a fingertip over the head of his cock, the outline obvious beneath the cotton. His hips lifted into her touch.
He was long. She could tell even through his clothes.
She drew her hand away. “Faster.”
David’s hand moved in time with Reese’s, the other tweaking her nipple far too gently. She ached for more, the demand on the tip of her tongue when his hand slid downward and tucked into the stretchy waistband of her yoga pants.
“God, please,” she breathed, spreading her legs to make room for him to do whatever he wanted.
