When I release her, she keeps one hand in between my thighs and leans over to Carter. Desire is burning in his eyes.
"I want you both," she purrs. And this time, neither of us asks her to choose.
16
Vivian
Liam and Carter—two men born to conquer and lead. But now, for the first time since I met the two of them, it’s my turn to take the reigns. I do it because they need me to do it, and I do it because… Well, what else could I do? Choose? Please.
Sitting between the two of them, the soft purr of the limo’s engine barely making itself heard, I run my tongue over my lips, the taste of both men still lingering there. I look from one to the other, the hesitancy in their eyes giving way to… something else.
“You can’t…” Carter says, the words coming out of his mouth heavy and unsure. “We can’t.”
I show him my smile, placing both of my hands on their knees.
“Who says?” I ask him, leaning in and pressing my mouth against his again. He simply closes his eyes and surrenders to my kiss, his tongue eagerly sliding inside of my mouth and dancing around mine. “We can,” I continue, turning to Liam now. “And we will.”
“This is insane,” the young mayor of New Kingston starts, but leaning toward me all the same, pressing his lips against the skin on my neck. I place my arm around his neck; running my hand through his hair as I look into Carter’s eyes.
“It is. That’s why it’s so good,” I whisper as Carter leans into me, kissing my neck alongside Liam. They’re both enemies, rivals, and now here they are, forgetting all about their differences as their lips savor my skin. There should be more women in politics; there would be a lot less conflict that way.
I part my legs slightly, allowing their hands to slide up from my knees and under the hem of my dress, their fingertips caressing my inner thighs. Even though they’re the most dominant men I have ever known, they are moving carefully, almost as if they were walking across a layer of thin ice. But soon enough they’ll realize that the ice won’t break under their feet, and then I’ll have my fun.
Their fingertips keep hiking up my leg, the small patch of fabric over my pussy growing wet with anticipation. I throw my head back and close my eyes, sighing as my pussy aches for their touch. Liam is the first one; using only the tip of his index finger, he brushes it over my thong, feeling my wetness. I grab his wrist, and looking into his eyes, part my legs wider and press his hand over my pussy; he flattens the palm of his hand there, moving it back and forth as a warmness spreads from there to all of my body.#p#分页标题#e#
Allowing Liam to keep busy with the space between my thighs, Carter takes his hand from under my dress and takes it to my chest, resting his open fingers on my right breast and squeezing it eagerly. He moves to my left one but then, not satisfied with feeling them over my dress, his hands move to my shoulders and he starts to peel the fabric off of my skin.
I gasp loudly as Liam presses harder against my pussy, the fury of desire threatening to overwhelm me. Carter pushes my dress down, the fabric easily sliding down my arms and baring my lace black bra, the smooth curve of both my breasts drawing the attention of both men.
Leaning forward and taking my back out from the seat, I allow Carter enough space for his fingers to go over my shoulders and find the clasp of my bra; a flick from his fingers and it comes undone, the cups hanging loosely over my breasts. I don’t even wait for Carter to do it. I grab my bra and push it down my arms, my hard nipples jumping into sight.
Carter’s eyes go from my lips to my breasts, and I tangle my fingers on his hair, biting my bottom lip as an invitation.
“Are you just going to look?” I ask, pulling his face against my chest. He doesn’t resist; he comes at once, his parted lips finding the way to one rosy nipple and wrapping themselves around it. “Yes…” I moan subdued, the touch of both men on my body blending inside of my brain and turning into a cocktail of deliriously forbidden whispers.
As I surrender to their touch, I let my hands roam up their legs, my fingers tracing a steady line over the soft fabric of their dress pants. I go all the way to their waist, my fingers just an inch away from their crotches. My mind is bursting at the seams with the anxiety of desire, and taking a deep breath, I finally submit to it.
Opening my hands, I flatten them over their crotches, feeling two hard shapes bulging under their trousers.
“Oh, God,” I pant, feeling them more than ready to ravage me. My heart starts to race, a growing thump-thump-thump drowning all thoughts inside my mind and leaving just one: Carter and Liam, they’re going to take me, they’re going to make me theirs. Fantasies are built on thoughts like this… But this right here is everything but a fantasy. They're here with me, their hard cocks pushing against my hands, and this couldn’t be any less of a fantasy.