The challenge was in her eyes, and there was nothing coy about it.
His fingers hooked in the lace of her panties and he pulled them slowly over her thighs, revealing the peaches-and-cream perfection of the glistening folds between her thighs. Those sweet lips beckoned him, the memory of her taste made him insane to lick at the slick juices.
He watched as her head turned and she moved to torture Khalid. To torture Chase. Her tongue licked over the engorged head of the other man's cock as Chase let his hand pat her sensitive flesh heatedly. Almost a light slap, not quite.
She bucked into the hard little caresses, moaning as her hot little tongue licked down the hard shaft of Khalid's cock.
He licked his lips, his hands moving to spread her farther when Khalid moved and flipped her to her stomach, obviously laughing at him.
"Damn you!" She struggled against Khalid's hold, glaring over her shoulder at Chase as he reached out, smoothed his palm over her butt.
It was rounded, smooth, the muscles clenching beneath his touch, and still that challenge glittered in her eyes, that I-dare-you look that made him crazy, and he couldn't figure out why it made him crazy.
"She tempts your control," Khalid said smoothly, holding her hands to the bed as Chase straddled her legs.
"She tempts everything," he murmured, aware of what he revealed with those words.
He closed his hands on the mounds of her ass, flexed his fingers, and watched her back arch, dip, and curve as she pushed her flesh into his hands.
"You've never been spanked," he stated, lowering his head to nip at the top of one curve.
"You wouldn't dare," she drawled, the smooth Southern belle tone tightening his gut as his cock jerked between his thighs.
"Oh, I dare," he told her. "I dare that and more. Tell me you'll be careful, Kia."
He smoothed his hands down over her rear and to her thighs and watched. She lowered her forehead as her ass flexed.
Tempting. Daring. Challenging.
"I'm always careful," she moaned.
He let his hand tap against her rear.
She lifted her head and looked at him over her shoulder again, and she smiled. I dare you. He saw the challenge in her eyes.
And he smiled back. He most definitely did dare.
"Promise me you'll be careful," he demanded. "That you'll keep yourself safe."
"Make me," she breathed again.
Kia could feel the perspiration gathering on her forehead as the second slap landed on her rear. Because it felt much too good. It sent fire and ice raging along nerve endings that had never known so much sensation. Each small tap, just a little forceful, just a bit of heat beginning to build.
She was shocked, off balance. It shouldn't feel this good. She knew it shouldn't feel this good.
She struggled against Khalid's grip, aroused and excited, wiggling beneath each slap.
Then he would stop, kiss, lick, soothe. He nipped at the globes, spread her thighs, and she knew release was going to come.
"Chase, my friend." Khalid laughed, though the laughter was tinged with arousal. "Shall I spank her? I think you are much more inclined to other pursuits."
"Other pursuits look damned tempting," Chase growled as his hand cupped over her pussy, forcefully, the tiny tap sending her up to her knees, a cry torn from her throat.
That shouldn't feel good. It shouldn't. And then he rubbed her with his palm, sliding against the slick flesh, creating the barest friction over the clit as she tried to press closer.
"Damn. She's wet." His hand slid from between her thighs.
"No. No, Chase, don't stop." She pushed back at him, on her knees, her thighs spread. "Don't stop."
She felt him moving, felt his hands gripping her wrists, holding them to the bed as she lifted her shoulders, balancing on her elbows and her knees as the thick, heavy length of his cock came into view.
The engorged flushed head. She lifted, moaning as Khalid's hand landed on her rear. She pressed into the little heat as Chase gripped the shaft of his cock and pressed the heavy flesh to her lips.
"Ah, God." Chase's groan sounded ragged, hoarse, as she tried to swallow what she needed. She took his cock as deep as possible, sucking and licking, pressing back into Khalid's slaps as they became harder, more heated, and still, not enough.
She moaned around the cock filling her mouth, drew on it with a snug, damp grip and sucked as her tongue rasped the sensitive flesh beneath.
Kia forced her lashes to lift, to stare up at him. To watch as his head tilted back on his shoulders, rivulets of sweat easing along his hair-roughened chest as he held her hands to his hips.
He was fucking her lips in short, heavy stokes, moving over them slowly, letting her take as much as she could before he eased back. Never too much. Never too hard.