"You offered us a little peek and I couldn't resist. Those pretty red curls only showing a hint of your pussy lips."
His words were carnal, crude. Honest. But I couldn't think about that further. Somehow, his finger—his one blunt finger—was doing things to me that had my mind turning to the consistency of oatmeal.
A hand cupped my breast. "Ah, Mason, you're going to love her breasts. So full, and her nipple, it just tightened against my palm."
"I can't wait, but I'm busy with her pussy. She's dripping wet."
I startled in alarm. "I'm wet? What's dripping? Something's wrong. No. You should stop."
"Sweetheart, nothing's wrong with you." Brody's fingers tugged on my nipple and I arched my back into it. "You're aroused and your pussy is readying for a cock."
I shook my head. "No. No...cocks. I'm a virgin. I can't allow that, no," I sputtered.
"No cock until you're married," Mason agreed, his voice deep. "Nothing in your pussy at all until then."
My muscles relaxed. "Then we are done."
Brody pulled his head back enough so I could see his face. Pale eyes that showed tenderness, eagerness. Need. "We are far from done."
As Brody said that, Mason touched me in a place that felt like I was struck by lightning, a searing heat shooting through my body. "Oh my god," I moaned.
"Her clit is hard."
"Her nipples tightened in my palm. Do it again."
The men spoke of my body as if it belonged to them, as if it was theirs to touch and work. For they were most assuredly working my body. I had no idea such feelings could be elicited. And there, between my thighs, I was wet. The sound of Mason's finger slipping through it was loud in the room. When his finger brushed over me there again, my clit he'd called it, my eyes slipped shut and my head fell back against his shoulder. All of a sudden I felt overheated.
"See, so perfect," Brody commented, continuing to play with my nipple.
Mason kissed the length of my neck and shivers ran down my spine. I didn't know I could shiver and be so warm. How could a beard be so...carnal? He must have been glancing down at what Brody's hands were doing. "Gorgeous. So responsive. Pinch it."
Brody did and I groaned. The feeling was a mixture of pain and pleasure.
"She likes a little bit of pain," Brody commented.
I was lost. Completely and totally lost to whatever these two men were doing to me. I knew it was wrong, I'd been told by the teachers at school not to succumb to a man's attentions, knew even more that two men should not be touching me in such a way, let alone at all. But there was nothing I could do except succumb, not because I didn't think they would stop, for I knew deep down that these men would halt their attentions if I truly wished it. I could only give in because it felt...so...good. Mason's finger continued to flick over my clit, to rub the side of it in a way that had me shifting my hips as if trying to reach something. My mouth fell open and my breath escaped in little pants.#p#分页标题#e#
"It's too much. Oh. Please!" I stiffened in their arms, unfamiliar with the overwhelming feelings they wrought from my body. I'd never felt like this before. I was out of control; my body climbing and climbing toward...something and it was scary. I clawed at Brody's arms.
"That's it, sweetheart. Shh. We've got you. You're going to come and we'll be here to catch you," Brody murmured.
"You're safe," Mason added as he worked my clit with even more vigor. I couldn't take it any longer. Their words of holding me, watching me, keeping me safe helped. I relaxed enough and the pleasure so intense that I shattered into a million pieces. It was as if my body had been held together and their touches had broken me apart. I couldn't do anything but succumb. The feeling was absolutely amazing and I never wanted it to end.
CHAPTER THREE
MASON
She'd come apart in our arms so beautifully. Her arousal coated my hand, so hot, so slick. I shifted and pulled Laurel with me so she was once again on her back between us. Propped up on my elbow, I raised my dripping fingers to my mouth and licked her essence off the tips. Her taste was so sweet it made my mouth water with eagerness to slide down her body and taste her arousal directly from the source. My cock was so hard it throbbed, desperate to sink into her, to claim her. Not now though. I'd have to wait. We'd have to wait. Like she'd said, she was saving her virginity until marriage. That would happen as soon as the weather cleared and we could get the justice of the peace or the minister out to the ranch and the “I do's” spoken, and not five minutes more.
The blanket had slipped down her body as she'd cried and I'd pulled it to her waist when Brody had distracted her with his nipple play. Her skin was so pale that pale blue veins could be seen, so silky soft I was afraid I'd mar her with my calloused palms. When she'd inadvertently shown us her arse and a hint of her pussy, I'd almost come then and there. Her hair was the fieriest shades of red. Everywhere.