David’s hand dipped lower, his fingertips skating the edge of the white lace beneath. He stroked the soft skin there. Reese watched with rapt attention, his cheeks red, his lips wet as he licked them time and again.
“Do you want to touch me, Reese?” she asked.
He nodded, almost frantic.
“I want that, too. Next time,” she promised. His hand moved faster. Fuck, this was totally working for him. “But god help me, you look so good like this. Tonight, I really want you to come in your pants. Is that okay?”
He nodded again.
David’s hips rocked against hers. “Fucking hell, you two are unbelievable,” he muttered, slipping his fingers beneath clingy lace.
He groaned loudly.
“What?” Reese gasped.
“She’s waxed. Completely bare.”
“Not completely,” Mati corrected a moment before David’s finger traced the small strip of hair she favored.
He rubbed back and forth across it.
She growled with frustration.
His big hand and her tight clothing were going to be a problem, and if she leaned back, she’d make it impossible for him to move his hand over his cock, which was totally unacceptable.
“Hold on,” she said. David did, releasing his cock to put a hand on her hip and spreading his fingers across her belly.
She heaved herself onto her knees, forcing both men to rearrange their legs so Reese’s ended up sprawled around them, and David knelt behind her with one foot still planted on the floor. He hauled her back against him, the silky skin of his cock skittering along her back. When she spread her legs, she was cradled by his thighs, his broad chest warming her shoulders.
David’s hands moved to her hips and she wriggled, helping him shove her pants down while she caught the strings of her panties and held them in place.
A litany of muttered curses fell from Reese’s lips as he watched, his hand jerking fast beneath his belt. Jesus, what a picture he made.
The waistband of her pants dug into her thighs, but it was nothing compared to the pounding of her heart, the heat pooling in her belly, and the ache in her very core.
“David, please,” she gasped.
David rolled his hips forward, his cock snugged up against coarse lace and smooth, bare skin. Shocks of arousal fired through him, one after another. Fuck, she was so damn sexy. They both were.
His hand roamed down her belly and plunged beneath the triangle of fabric left covering her smooth mound. His fingers slid over slick soft skin and a tiny line of coarse hair. He dipped his fingertip lower and bumped her clit.
Her hips twitched. “Fuck.”
He fumbled to get a grip on his cock with his other hand. He liked to think he was pretty fucking smooth, most of the time, but he wasn’t nearly as ambidextrous as this situation called for and these two were driving him out of his mind.
Somehow, he managed to strum two fingers over her clit, again and again. Her ass ground back against him, nudging his balls as his hand ran up and down his cock and her back.
Reese’s eyes were glued to David’s hand behind the scrap of lace. Two bright pink spots warmed his cheeks, his hair damp with sweat as he watched them avidly.
David dragged his mouth down Mati’s neck and thrust his erection against the soft globes of her ass and along the dip of her spine. “I’m close,” he admitted in a low voice, surprised and too far gone to be embarrassed at how fast he’d gotten here. His balls felt full and hard, like it had been weeks, rather than a day, since he’d jerked off in the shower.
Reese looked equally desperate, his arm twitching back and forth, barely moving because of the constriction of his clothes. He seemed to be focusing on the head of his cock, working it hard and fast.
David tucked the knowledge away for later.
Reese was letting out increasingly frantic noises. He had to be close. His gaze darted between them, and David wished he had more hands to help him. It was all he could do to stroke himself and make tight, firm circles over Mati’s clit.
“You close?” Mati asked.
