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Rebecca came awake slowly, a smile spreading across her lips as she became aware of the hands stroking her body. She’d fallen asleep to their touch, and apparently they were insatiable.
Of course, she wasn’t feeling disagreeable.
She was on her belly, and her nipples protested against the sheet beneath them. But the hands on each of her thighs, spreading them apart as they inched closer to her pussy, distracted her from the pressure against her breasts.
Griffen’s lips landed on her shoulder and nibbled a path to her ear. “Someone’s awake,” he whispered at the same time one of them stroked through her folds.
She moaned into the pillow. “How is anyone supposed to be able to sleep with such torture?”
“Torture, huh?” Miles chuckled. She figured he was the one fingering her because he thrust into her pussy as he spoke.
She fisted the pillow tighter, incoherent sounds coming from her mouth.
“So wet for us, love.” Miles continued to finger fuck her as her arousal shot through the roof in moments.
Every nerve ending in her body came alive instantly. She needed them.
Suddenly his hand disappeared, and she would have protested out loud except she found herself flipped over onto her back, her knees pressed up and open wide, and Miles’ mouth on her before she could catch her breath.
Her hands landed on his thick dark hair, weaving into the strands, dragging her fingers through the long locks.
Griffen stared down at her, his eyes dark with lust as he took in her body as if he’d never seen her naked before.
Her nipples pebbled further at his perusal, and he set the tips of his fingers on them to stroke so lightly she barely felt him. She arched her back in an effort to get more contact.
He removed his fingers. “Hands over your head, baby. Let us love you.”
She gasped. No one had ever dominated her like that before. It was hot. She flushed, imagining them pushing her over the edge without letting her participate. They’d shown her this side of themselves yesterday to a certain extent, but this was more.
Miles lifted his face from her pussy. “Hands, love. Release my head. Grab the rungs behind you.”
She blinked for a few seconds before she slowly complied. The idea and the tone of their voices made her feel exposed. Was it wrong? Should she let them control her like that?
Her pussy insisted on compliance, however. An ache formed in her belly that demanded release. She knew she would get exactly what she needed and more if she followed their instructions.
In fact, they both watched her intently, no longer touching her where she most needed it while they waited for her to comply.
She wrapped her fingers around the rungs and held on tight. Kinky or not, she needed to come.
“Good girl.” Griffen flicked his finger over her nipple again, making her writhe.
Wetness pooled between her legs.
“Stay still, love.” Miles dipped his face back to her clit and licked a line across the swollen nub. “I love this landing strip. So fucking sexy.”
Griffen suddenly pinched her nipple hard.
She bucked, a squeal escaping her lips. Her hands released the rungs without her permission, shooting forward to grab Griffen’s forearm.
He still held her nipple hostage as he admonished her. “Rebecca, hold the rungs, baby. Let us play.”
She panted, willing him to release her nipple while at the same time praying he did not. She did as he told her, raising her arms over her head once more. “I’ve…never…”
Griffen stared at her pinched nipple as he spoke, “I know, baby. And it will feel so good. Trust us.”
She nodded, biting her lower lip. She did trust them. As irrational as the idea was, God help her. Plus, she’d never been so horny in her life. Except perhaps yesterday.
Watching his cock bob in front of him, she licked her lips as Griffen kneeled beside her. Both men had tasted her numerous times. She had not had the pleasure.
He must have picked up on her thoughts, or followed her gaze, because he took his cock in his free hand and stroked it from base to tip.
Miles’ teeth landed on her clit, and she bucked her hips to no avail. He held her firm, prepared for her reaction.
Again he grazed his teeth over her swollen nub. “So responsive,” he mumbled against her pussy.
“I need to be in her mouth, Miles. She’s eyeing my cock like it’s candy.” Griffen continued to stroke up and down his length while she flushed, a deep warmth spreading across her cheeks.
She had been thinking exactly that. And apparently he knew it.
Miles thrust his fingers into her again while he worked her clit with his lips and teeth.
Her eyes rolled back as she slipped into a world where the only thing that existed was the intense pleasure of hanging on to the edge, that space in time right before an orgasm. Pure bliss.