She twisted in his arms, desperate to have more of him now. The strap of her gown slipped lower over her arm, and a second later she jerked her lips back from Chase's to cry out at the incredible eroticism of what she felt.
Khalid's lips surrounded her nipple. He was drawing on her, his tongue flicking against the hardened bud as she arched involuntarily to the pleasure.
Chase slid the other strap down, bared her other breast, and lowered his head to her as well.
"Chase!" She shuddered, staring down at the sight, two dark heads bent to her, lips drawing on her at the same time, cheeks flexing, tongues licking.
She swore she was going to orgasm from this pleasure alone. Never had she felt those hard, heated strokes of feverish sensation racing across her nerve endings, from her nipples to her womb.
She writhed beneath them, her arms pulling up, stretching back as she arched to them. It was exquisite, so much pleasure racing and pulsing through her body. She felt like a live wire, electricity sparking from nerve ending to nerve ending, and she was helpless to stop it.
The spasmodic flexing in her lower stomach was a pleasurable pain, the deep convulsive arcs of sensation tearing through her womb nearly had her screaming.
"Chase!" She cried his name as her hands found the padded rail of the bar counter and gripped it.
She needed something to hold on to, something to hold her in place before she began splintering apart from the needs tearing through her now.
"Easy, baby." He had pulled his lips free of her nipple. Now he licked over it, then pressed his forehead against the mound as his hand, his fingers moved over the bare flesh displayed at the top of her stockings.
The lacy band ended just below her thighs, thighs that were revealed to their hands, their eyes. White velvet pooled around them as Khalid lifted her leg, dragged it to him, and let it rest over his knee.
She was splayed open now and they were more than willing to take advantage of the revealed flesh.
"You should have her waxed," Khalid whispered as heavy fingers whispered over the silk and lace panel of her panties.
Kia whimpered at the sensation. She could feel that the curls he would have removed were slick, wet against her panties.
"Maybe." Chase stared down at her, his eyes darkening as her lips parted and she fought to drag in more air. She couldn't seem to breathe in deeply enough. Couldn't seem to find enough to hold on to, to center her.
"I want to undress you, Kia," he told her, his hand cupping her face, his thumb brushing over her lips. "Can we take this pretty dress off?"
He was asking, but they were already moving to undress her. The bodice slid to her waist as Chase lifted her, then Khalid was drawing it farther, lifting her hips, her legs, working the fine velvet from her body and leaving her clad in nothing but the white heels, stockings, and next-to-nothing panties.
He was careful of the dress, though she only barely acknowledged it. He laid it smoothly over the small seat at the back of the obscenely long limo and turned back to her.
Chase spread her thighs, opened her, arranging her legs until there was nothing hidden. She would have closed her legs, but Chase slid his hand over her mound, cupped her, and whispered, "Don't worry, Kia. Everything's good. So good, baby."
And it was good.
He eased her onto the wide seat, laying her back, the leather warm against her back as he stroked his hand along her perspiring stomach to the band of her panties. Below, Khalid was stroking his oil-coated hands over her bare thighs, working his fingers and thumbs into her flesh until the resulting sensations striking into her vagina had her fighting to lie still, to keep from writhing beneath the pleasure.
That oil was destructive. It warmed the flesh, then when his lips, his tongue, connected with it, it heated, flamed, and twisted over her nerve endings.
"So pretty." Chase lowered his head to her nipples again, sucked at them slow and easy before lifting his head. "So sweet."
He began moving down her body as Khalid moved up it, pushing her thighs apart. He stretched out on the lower end of the seat as Khalid lifted her until the padded arm of the counter and the surprisingly thick pillow cushioned her head.
Kia lifted her gaze from Chase as his lips licked over the oil Khalid had rubbed into her skin until she stared up into the foreign features watching her with such gentleness.
He bent his lips to her ear. "He has waited for you. For this," he whispered, causing her to tremble as she felt Chase's breath against her mound.
Khalid's hands, slick now with oil, moved along her shoulders and then to her breasts. He massaged the oil into the sensitive flesh as she felt Chase removing her panties. Slowly. He drew them from her hips, over her thighs, and along her legs until he pulled them from her feet.