Under Two Billionaire Brothers(9)

“Lola,” he ran his hand over his mouth, his stare still on her slit. She knew he could see it so clearly, especially from his vantage point. He lifted his finger and ran it down her cleft and then back up again. He took his other hand and spread her lips, revealing her inner flesh to his wandering eyes. “Your clit is so swollen, baby. I bet if I licked it with my tongue you’d come right on my mouth, wouldn’t you?” He lifted his eyes to her while his finger continued to hold her flesh apart. His other finger ran up and down her slippery sex, teasing her hole before drawing closer and closer to the engorged little bud at the top. He was right. She would come just from a little lick. She was so worked up from Max, and now with Ian standing before her, that she couldn’t even think clearly.

“You’re so pink inside, baby. I bet you taste sweeter than sugar.” Without breaking contact with her eyes, he leaned forward. He stopped teasing his fingers through her cleft and now spread her lips as wide as they would go. She knew she was obscenely on display, but she didn’t care. There wasn’t an ounce of self-consciousness flowing through her at that moment.

When she felt his hot breath tempting her most intimate part she held her breath. God, she wished he’d stop tormenting her. As if he read her thoughts he opened his mouth. She saw the flash of his pink tongue emerge before it stroked over her aching clit.

“Ohhh, yesss,” she hissed and closed her eyes again, feeling her orgasm rising to the surface. She didn’t want it to end, not when he was dragging his tongue over and around her clit, making it harden under his ministrations.

“Mmm.” He hummed against her, and her legs shook from the force of trying to stay upright. “You taste better than anything I’ve ever imagined.” He sucked and licked her like she was a Popsicle on a ninety-degree day. She was vaguely aware of pulling at his hair and bringing him further into her pussy. The fact she was acting like a sex-starved maniac wasn’t lost on her, but who could act rationally when they had one half of the McKnight brothers between their thighs?

He gripped her behind the knee of one of her legs and brought it up to drape it over his shoulder. The new position opened her up even further. The wall was cold against her overheated back, but the chill helped her stay right where she was, refusing to let her give up all the control. She needed to stay coherent because there was no way she was going to get lost in what was happening. Not when this was probably her only chance at finally getting to sleep with the McKnight brothers. Max’s face came to her mind and she moaned, feeling herself growing wetter, and becoming more swollen. Heavy breathing penetrated the room’s quiet atmosphere and she suddenly realized it wasn’t just hers and Ian’s. Opening her eyes, she stared with half-closed lids at Max. He stood in the doorway, his hand gripping his erection through his trunks, his eyes on what his younger brother was doing to her. As if he sensed her gaze, he looked at her. Lola licked her lips and disentangled her fingers from Ian’s hair. Lifting her arms, she gripped the knot that held her string bikini together behind her neck. When the strings came undone and the material fell away, revealing her breasts to his hungry gaze, she beckoned him with a tilt of her lips and a lift of her brow.

It only took him three long strides to reach her, and when he did it was like the angels sang. His hands were immediately on her breasts, pulling at her nipples, causing them to harden further and become more sensitive. Thank God Ian didn’t stop sucking at her flesh. Instead, he added a finger to her quivering pussy.

In and out he pumped that digit while Max dipped his head and replaced his hand on her chest with the hot suction of his mouth. He alternated from one breast to the other, the sounds of him suckling her chest and Ian slurping her cream down an erotic symphony to her ears. A strangled cry left Lola and she wantonly thrust her chest further into Max’s mouth and ground her pussy in Ian’s face. The gruff sounds that came from the two men were fuel to her arousal filled fire and she wanted to hear more of it.

“That’s it, baby. Come all over my face. Let me taste you.” Ian’s words were muffled against her soaked flesh and she knew she was close, so close to finding oblivion.

“How does she taste? Sweeter than anything on this earth, I bet.” Max grunted his words out, his tongue and mouth doing wicked things to her nipples.

“Fuck, Max. You have noooo idea.”

The way they talked to each other about her was so damn hot that Lola felt her climax take hold of her. Throwing her head back, she was aware of the sound of her skull hitting the wall, but there was no pain, only intense, red-hot pleasure. Max pumped his erection against her side while Ian drew out her orgasm. His finger pushed in and out of her and Max sucked on her nipple to the point of pain. It was so good, too good, that she couldn’t hold herself up any longer. Thankfully, Max had a hold of her upper body and Ian gripped her ass. The two of them kept her grounded as they continued to draw out her pleasure until she was begging them to stop, pleading with them that it was too much, too sensitive.