Her nervousness suddenly returned. She’d been so relaxed and ready to explore whatever it was between them, but now she felt anxious again. Zander seemed to be able to tell. Instead of rushing her to the bedroom as Tag had insisted, he slowly bent his head and kissed her, dropping the towel between them and allowing his hands to cup her face as his tongue teased over hers. He moved his hands down her neck to her shoulders where he squeezed them before dropping them to her chest where he began molding and fondling her breasts.
A small whimper escaped when he lightly pinched her nipples. They were already so hard and tight that the lightest of touches sent twitches directly to her clit. With the added pinch, her pussy contracted, releasing more of her juices to coat her inner thighs. Tessa couldn’t believe how wet she’d gotten in the few seconds he’d spent kissing and playing with her breasts.
Without a word, Zander picked her up and carried her into the bedroom where Tag stood impatiently next to the bed. He’d pulled the covers to the foot of the bed while he’d waited on them. He snagged her gaze as Zander walked toward him. The intensity in his dark eyes made her shiver with anticipation if not a little worry. What was she getting herself into?
I want this. I’ve wanted them for a long time. I’m just afraid that I’ll wake up one day and I’m back in the same situation that I was in before. They aren’t like that, though. I know they aren’t.
Still, she had to take a deep breath and swallow down the sharp shards of fear that tried to warn her away from them.
“Easy, Tag. She’s nervous enough without you glaring at her,” Zander told the other man.
“I’m not glaring,” he protested in a deep rumble.
Tessa couldn’t help herself. She laughed. “Sometimes you sound more like a dog or wolf than you do a man when you growl and make those sounds.”
Tag’s face twisted into confusion then smoothed out some to give her that half smile he so often used with her.
“You do things to me, baby girl. Things that I’m not used to. Come here and let me do some things to you.”
Zander chuckled when she opened her mouth then closed it, at a loss as to what to say to that. Then he none too gently dropped her on the bed to bounce once before Tag covered her with his big body. She squealed when he buried his face between her breasts and growled. Then all fun and games disappeared as both men settled down to explore and taste every inch of her body.
“So sweet and soft,” Zander murmured as he nuzzled her neck, licking and kissing his way from her ear down to her shoulder. “I can’t wait to find out what your pussy tastes like, kitten.”
“She’s going to drive me crazy until I get inside of her,” Tag told him.
Tessa couldn’t figure out how they were able to talk when she didn’t have anything under her mouth and yet she still couldn’t manage a syllable. The moment they got down to business, all rational thought left her mind and her tongue’s dexterity in forming words had disappeared. They were doing wild and amazing things to her already. What in the hell would happen to her when they finally fucked her?
Tag licked and nipped at her breasts, making sure that his hands stayed just as busy as his mouth. They plumped and squeezed until he finally closed his lips over one nipple and sucked. Then the fingers of one hand found and teased the other nipple at the same time. When he gently nipped at the one in his mouth, his fingernails pulled at the other one. Tessa arched her back and groaned, unsure why she didn’t just come on the spot from his breast play alone.
Combined with Zander’s suck and bite along her neck and shoulders, it was too much. Her pussy leaked her juices enough that she felt it seep around to the crack of her ass. She needed them to take her, now, while she was aching so hotly for them. If they didn’t, Tessa was positive that something inside of her would break. She felt wound tighter than a windup toy that had been left unsprang for too long.
“Please. Do something. I need you,” she panted.
“Oh, baby. We haven’t even gotten started good yet.” Tag’s words sounded more like a warning or a threat than they did anything else.
Zander’s chuckle didn’t comfort her either. What did they want from her? Were they trying to drive her insane? She was already there. All that was missing was the padded room and straitjacket.
“I can’t stand it any longer. I need to taste her juices. I can smell her, and it’s got my cock so hard I’m going to be able to trace the zipper pattern on it from my jeans.” Zander pushed back from her and disappeared from sight.
Tag chuckled. “Take them off, man. They’ll just slow you down later anyway.”