Page 104 of Depraved Boys

A shirtless Leopold emerged from the bathroom, holding a bowl of steaming, lemon-scented water. He draped another towel over his shoulders.

My gaze lingered over his prominent pecs and bulging biceps. “Where are the rest of your clothes?”

He set the bowl down on the bedside table, giving me a view of the erection straining through his boxer briefs. Without meaning to, I licked my lips, hoping that the garment would come off sometime during the bed bath.

“It wouldn’t be any fun if my clothes got splashed.” He reached into the bowl, pulled out a washcloth, and squeezed off the excess water. “I’ll start at the top, and Seb can start at the bottom.”

Sebastian scrambled out of his clothes, but all my attention fixated on Leopold and what he intended to do with that washcloth.

He pulled my arm out from underneath the towel and ran the warm, damp cloth down my shoulder and to my wrists. Then he covered me up again, revealing only my hand.

As Leopold ran the cloth over each digit, he murmured, “You have such elegant fingers. All the better for gripping my cock.”

I suppressed a smile. “Is this a variation of Little Red Riding Hood?”

“One where the woodcutter teams up with the wolf?” Sebastian settled at the foot of the bed and eased the towel off my feet. He ran his warm washcloth over my soles and dipped the corner between my toes.

It tickled. “Y-you tell me.”

Sebastian’s mouth engulfed my big toe, encasing it in wet heat.

A bolt of sensation shot up to my core, making its muscles clench. I had no idea any part of my foot could be an erogenous zone. Sebastian ran his tongue on the underside of my toe, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. Was this how men felt during blowjobs?

Sebastian made a zig-zagging motion with his tongue that sent pleasure shooting about in all directions. If he could do that with my feet, I didn’t want to imagine how I would react when he moved his attention further up my body.

“Ah!” My eyelids fluttered closed, and I arched my back.

Leopold placed my hand on the mattress and held the edges of the towel covering my breasts. “May I?”

I cracked open an eye to find him smirking down at me with an expression that told me that he would probably spend a long time on this part of the bed bath. I gave him an eager nod.

He slid the towel up over my breasts and let it gather around my neck. Then he unzipped the sports bra and pulled the fabric open. A slight draft swirled around my exposed flesh, making my nipples harden.

His breathing quickened, and his tongue darted out to lick his lips. “You have the most tremendous tits.”

My stomach tightened, and I waited for a Little Red Riding Hood-related punchline, but none came. Leopold ran the washcloth in circles around one breast, not venturing anywhere near my puckered nipples. All throughout, his breathing became ragged, and his gaze kept darting from my eyes to my exposed flesh.

“Fucking hell, Wills,” he muttered. “You’re bloody gorgeous.”

My heart rippled with delight at the compliment. Sebastian’s tongue dipped in the gap between my toes and sent an explosion of pleasure in my core. I drew in a sharp breath between my teeth then let out a moan.

As Leopold’s circles tightened, the edge of his damp washcloth grazed my nipple. The pulse between my legs pounded with anticipation. I couldn’t wait for him to put aside the wet fabric and touch me directly with his fingers… just as he had done the last time he had me on this four-poster bed.

With his hands caressing my ankle, Sebastian pressed a trail of kisses along the arch of my foot that sent pleasurable shivers running up and down my spine. I clenched and unclenched my fists. This was insane. He hadn’t even touched me anywhere personal, yet wetness gathered in my folds.

As his kisses traveled up the inside of my calf and up to my knee, his other hand ran up my thigh and hooked itself over my panties.

A strangulated noise of encouragement stuck in my throat.

“Willow?” Sebastian lapped at a sensitive spot above my knee. “If you want either of us to stop or slow down—”

“I-I’m… it’s fine!” I blurted.

With a chuckle, Leopold leaned over me and held my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Something tells me this Little Red Riding Hood isn’t complaining.”

I bit down hard on my bottom lip to suppress a moan. Leopold was right. I might not be experienced, but I knew exactly what I liked. And these two gorgeous guys driving me to distraction with their hands and lips and tongues were getting close to sending me over the edge.

Sebastian pulled at my panties, and I raised my hips off the bed. As soon as the scrap of fabric slid down my legs, he tossed it over his shoulders and growled.