She flopped her free hand toward Reese between her legs, grasped his hair, and then released it. She held her palm over his head, her fingers trembling.
Charles grabbed her hand and pulled it over her head. He maneuvered her other hand out from behind him and brought it up to join the first, holding both wrists tightly in one palm. “Let’s just make this easier for now. You don’t need to do anything. Just let us love you. Watch Reese suck you off. After an orgasm you’ll relax more.”
Relax? Who was he kidding? New moisture gathered between her legs as he held her wrists. This position, with her chest forced to arch upward, sent a tingle down her spine. Her body trembled under the restraint, driving her to crave their touch even more. Her gaze froze on Reese as he lowered his mouth. At first he just inhaled, long and slow, a low moan escaping his lips until the vibrations made her clit quiver even with the minute separation between them.
Finally, Reese let his tongue slip between her lower lips, and he licked her from her slit to her clit, applying increased pressure at the last second before he flicked his tongue across the little nub and its hood.
Jessica nearly bucked off the bed. She might have if Reese hadn’t gripped her thighs to hold her steady. Jessica’s entire body flushed. Having two men hold her down heightened her senses. Every tiny touch was magnified. It was so erotic the way they made her body hum with pleasure. She wanted this. Wanted them to push her right over that peak.
Without pausing to let her adjust to his torturous tongue, Reese returned his attention to her clit and held it, the suction mixing with the flicking of his tongue to drive her crazy with need.
Her eyes rolled back into her head, making Charles chuckle and preventing her from noticing he’d positioned himself over her chest. Without warning, he sucked a nipple into his mouth and treated the tight little tip to the same torment Reese was inflicting on her clit.
With his free hand, Charles molded her other breast in his palm, taunting the free nipple with the grazing of his thumb.
Jessica wanted to do something, anything. She tugged on her hands, but Charles held fast. There was no escaping the plans these men had to push her body over the edge of the cliff.
Struggling between arching her chest and lifting her ass toward either man’s mouth, Jessica moaned. She gave up the fight and relaxed infinitesimally into the mattress.
“Concentrate on our mouths. Let it go, babe,” Charles urged.
It was one thing to come alone, in her bedroom, with her vibrator… It was another thing entirely to let herself crash over that precipice beneath the gaze of two sexy wolves.
Reese wiggled between her legs and repositioned. She couldn’t see him over Charles’ head. Nor could she see him through closed eyelids. Moments later, he pushed a finger inside her and, just as fast, drew the digit back out. Giving up on “relaxed,” Jessica bucked her ass into the air the scant inch he allowed and screamed as his chuckle vibrated against her clit.
“Come for me, hon. Coat my finger with your essence. I want to watch you.” Reese’s breath fanned across her sex, increasing the awareness she had of every nerve ending between her legs.
When two fingers slammed back inside and twisted, she shot off. “Reese.” His name slipped from her lips. Her internal muscles grabbed his fingers like she intended to keep him inside her for the rest of her life. She milked him as she pulsed around the intrusion.
“That’s it, babe. God, you are so gorgeous when you come.” Jessica looked into Charles’ eyes. He was smiling.
“So tight. So fucking hot.” Reese crooked his fingers and continued to rub inside her.
Jessica felt restless; it wasn’t enough. She needed more. “I need you inside me. Please.”
*
Charles let go of her wrists and trailed a finger down her cheek, over her neck, across her collarbone, and up to the pink nipple pebbled in front of him. He pinched the little bud between his finger and thumb, watching it grow harder, feeling the vibrations of her moaning through her chest. Her breasts were perfection. Just the right size to wrap his hand around: pert and tight. He could spend hours worshiping them, and he would, but not tonight.
Tonight was for taking her virginity. Initiating her to sex. Pushing his throbbing erection into her tight sheath and then watching while Reese did the same.
God, how he hoped she could take them both. That she wouldn’t be too sore after one to do it again. That would be killer.
“Stretch her, Reese. I need to be inside her tight pussy.” Charles didn’t take his gaze off his sexy mate’s flushed face and chest.
“She’s so tight, but she’s wet. Her orgasm coated my hand.” Reese climbed up her body on one side and leaned into her field of vision.