He grinned. “Oh you’re starting to like giving orders,” he teased. But I didn’t have to wait. His fingers wrapped around the back of my neck and he drew me toward him in a long, slow kiss. In seconds I was turned on again, eager to feel him, all of him. His smooth, firm body all along mine made my brain flip crazily through a slide show of sensations I wanted to feel, and I wanted to feel them all at once.
Then Declan laid behind me. He stroked my hip and ass as Jackson kissed me. I wriggled closer to Jackson and Declan pressed firmly behind me. I could feel two erect cocks: one against my belly and one at the small of my back. Both pulsed slowly against me.
The first time I had them both flashed through my mind and I moaned into Jackson’s mouth. At the gallery, that had been a crazy - seriously insane - act of desperate lust. But now that I knew them so much better, I wanted them even more. Both of them.
“I want you so much,” I whispered to Jackson, arching my back to press my ass against Declan’s hard cock at the same time.
My fingers slid across Jackson’s hard chest and arms like they had a mind of their own. I wanted to touch him everywhere. His shoulders, his biceps, his chest… I let my fingertips bounce against the rippling washboard of his abs and slid them in the waistband of his linen trousers.
“Can I touch you?” I asked him.
He pulled back with a small look of surprise. “You want to tease me?” he said.
“No,” I replied. “I want to fuck you.” The sound of him sucking in his breath thrilled me to my core.
“I want to feel your cock inside me,” I continued, watching his urgency mount in his face. “I want you to bury your hard, throbbing cock so deep in me that I can barely take it.” He nodded, biting his lip.
“Tell him, Margot,” Declan commanded.
“And you,” I said to Declan, jamming my ass against his hard dick. “I want you in my mouth.”
“Whoa, baby, yes, that’s hot,” he whispered, awe creeping into his voice.
I kissed Jackson deeply, sucking on his lower lip, brushing my nipples against his chest. With a smile, I found his eyes and stared at him for a few seconds until I felt he understood, really understood how much I wanted him. I wanted him to feel our connection, to feel safe.
Pushing up on my elbow, I looked down at the two of them. Naughty and Nice, side by side. They stared at me expectantly. Jackson’s hand lightly stroked my hip and waist. I smiled and pivoted, turning over and pushing my long hair out of the way, and lined my backside along Jackson’s front.
“Oh hello there,” Declan purred, pulling me down to kiss his mouth as Jackson ran his hand along my side. His fingers slipped to the front of me and cupped my breast, and he bit lightly at the back of my shoulder.
Declan’s hard on nosed eagerly at my belly, but that was not what I wanted. I pressed my backside toward Jackson and lifted my knee, opening my thighs. I heard him suck in his breath.
Declan raised his eyebrows. “Oh yeah?” he teased. “Jackson is going to get to fuck you?”
I nodded. I couldn’t put the words together, but I could see the vision so brightly in my mind. I wanted them both. I wanted to be overwhelmed by them.
Declan stroked my cheek, then his hand trailed down the front of my body and he tapped my swollen, honey-slick lips with his finger tips.
“I’m not sure I can wait that long,” he murmured. I smiled and shrugged.
“It’s not a race.”
He nodded.
I felt his hand moving. He was stroking himself, making himself harder. I could tell he liked this. He liked to be teased as much as he liked torturing me. I kissed his lower lip, biting it lightly, flicking my tongue back and forth. His eyes closed and he moaned into my mouth.
The head of his cock touched my belly every time he stroked it. I was entranced watching his long, thick member swell and become more veiny as he pumped it. He was bigger than Jackson, sometimes too big, but he was gorgeous to watch. I was going to have to be very turned on to take him in my mouth without gagging, I knew.
Behind me, Jackson was stroking himself too. I opened my thighs for him and he came closer, aiming his strokes right at my opening, brushing my thighs. I draped my leg back over his leg and pulled him closer to me. Declan bit his lip and pumped harder, watching Jackson’s cock nose ever closer to my entrance.
When I felt Jackson line himself up with me, Declan leaned back to watch. His mouth opened as Jackson slowly plunged his head into me. I moaned, feeling myself stretch to take him.
Declan sighed urgently and looked at me with the question in his eyes. I nodded, and he crawled up the bed, positioning himself even with my open mouth.