She couldn't focus on the pleasure she could give, because she was racing toward the pleasure she was being given.
"Here, little one." Khalid drew back, easing her mouth from him as she realized her nails were digging into his thigh. "There. It is all good. Yes?"
Khalid poured oil into his palms, rubbed them together, and began caressing her again as she stared back at him, dazed. He rubbed her breasts, her belly, his hands running close to her mound, as Chase peered at her with diabolical greed.
Below, deep inside the forbidden channel Chase was stretching, penetrating, she felt his fingers scissor apart again, felt that burn that pierced her sex and had her gasping, shaking.
She was so close.
"Chase." Her head dug into the pillow as she tried to arch closer. "Please, Chase."
"Pleasure, Kia," Chase whispered back, his voice strained as his fingers slid from her.
"Enough pleasure," she cried, bucking against them as Khalid's head bent, his lips surrounding a nipple once again.
He was sucking her nipple. Chase was sucking at her clit. His fingers, he was working his fingers inside her again. The fit was tighter, and she whimpered at the burn, the pleasure pain.
"Ease for him, sweet," Khalid whispered, lifting his head from her nipple, his hand flattening on her stomach. "Ease for him. Let his fingers inside you. So slow and easy. Feel how the pleasure burns, Kia. How it races through your body, how it fills you like a drug."
That particular drug was pumping through her bloodstream, racing to her clit, circling it, and tearing across nerve endings she had never known she had.
"So simple," Khalid whispered as Chase eased his fingers from her and slid back.
She stared back at Chase before moving. She ignored his curse, his surprise. She had had enough. She was torn apart with the need for release, with the hunger burning in the deepest parts of her body. She went to her knees, bent and let her mouth cover the head of his cock.
This was the flesh she wanted in her mouth. Chase's. She sucked him inside, wrapped her fingers around the shaft and heard his sharp, hard intake of breath.
She was a creature of pleasure now. She worked her mouth on the hard cock head, worked her tongue around it, teased him as he had teased her.
Behind her, Khalid's fingers were piercing her rear, and she didn't care. She spread her legs for him, filled her mouth with Chase and heard his strangled groan as her name tore past his lips.
She thrust her hips back against Khalid, felt his fingers moving inside her.
"Now." She lifted her lips from Chase's cock, licked the head, and stared up at him. "Take me now, Chase. Please."
"She's ready." Khalid kissed the cheek of her rear, raked his tongue over it, and pressed his fingers into her. "She can take us both now."
Chase stared down at her. "Both of us, Kia."
He wasn't going to let her misunderstand. He wasn't going to let her feel betrayed later.
"Yes. Both of you." There was no hesitation in her voice, or in her dazed, sensual eyes.
Chase took the condom Khalid handed him, rolled it quickly over his cock, and pulled Kia to him. He brought her lips to his, kissing her, devouring the taste of her as he turned her until he could lie back on the wide leather seat, dragging her over him, pulling her into place until she straddled him.
He didn't have to guide his cock to her—she did it for him. Silken fingers wrapped around the shaft and her hips lowered, the slick folds parted and she stilled.
Chase pressed upward as Khalid moved behind her, his teeth nip-ping at her shoulder as she shuddered and more of her juices spilled over the sheathed length of his cock.
Chase had to fight to hold on to his control. Kia's pussy was nearly as tight as her ass. The muscles clenched around him as he eased inside her. Hell, he might as well not be wearing a condom to begin with. She was so sweet, so hot and tight he could feel every ripple of the contractions around him as he worked inside her.
Kia felt the stretching burn, the impalement, even as she felt Khalid behind her, his lips moving down her spine, tongue licking, his hands clenching on her rear, rocking her on Chase's cock.
She was burning.
"So perfect," Chase groaned beneath her.
"A treasure," Khalid agreed as he pressed her to Chase's chest.
Muscular arms came around her, light green eyes darkened to near moss stared back at her as she fought to focus.
He was buried fully inside her now. She was stretched tight, and Khalid was easing his fingers from her, shifting behind her.
"Don't hurt me," she whispered, shaking, touching Chase's face. "Please don't hurt me."
He paused beneath her, and behind her, she felt Khalid pause as well.
"Would I hurt you, Kia?" he asked as his hands stroked her gently.