Page 76 of Theirs to Treasure

“Yes.”

“That would be a good thing. Actually, Zee, if that doesn’t happen, we’re doing something wrong.”

“But you were only touching me in that one place, not anywhere else, and I still got wet. I must be some kind of pervert!” she wailed in consternation, turning their chuckles into relaxed laughter.

“Chance, I think she needs the Sex 201 class, the one where you explain about boys,” Sam said.

Chance grinned. “Okay, the title of Sex 201, is Why Boys Like Perverted Girls.”

“Don’t forget the subtitle,” Sam choked out.

“Subtitle?” Josie thought she saw perspiration breaking out on Chance’s forehead.

“Yeah, Especially Good Girls They Can Teach How to Be Naughty. That’s the subtitle of the class,” Chance continued, in a strained whisper.

“Oh, yeah, that’s the subtitle,” Sam agreed. His dimple was showing. “Chance, that is a kick-ass subtitle.” He tugged Josie off of Chance’s lap and kissed her neck. Chance leaned in and kissed the other side of her neck.

“Zee, turning you on, and seeing you wet like this, makes me feel like I have won the fucking lottery. I don’t care if eating dill pickles does it for you. If that’s what it takes to prime your pump, I will buy you all the dill pickles in the state of Washington. I want it where you have to change your panties at least four times a day,” Chance said, his voice coming out in a rasp.

Josie laughed. “You are a nut!”

“Look at her, Chance,” Sam’s voice was warm velvet. “Do you see her glistening folds? We’ve made her wet just by talking to her. Our Zee likes dirty talk.” Sam swiped one of his long fingers through her juices. “Chance, it’s like sliding through warm silk.”

He slowly brought up his hand, allowing it to hover in front of her face, before bringing it to his mouth and licking the essence off his finger. Josie flashed to watching Chance lick the icing from a bowl in Betty’s kitchen as a mischievous boy and she imagined Sam must have done the same. That thought caused her to flush and smile.

“Now I’m going to lick and moisten my finger really good, Josie. I want it really wet. Do you know why?”

Josie shook her head, mesmerized by the lambent look in his dark eyes.

I’m in trouble, and I like it.

“I’m going to get you ready. You know what’s going to happen between the three of us. The way we want to take you?”

Her gut tightened. “Oh, yeah,” she moaned. Just thinking about the two of them taking her together about sent her over the edge. Sometimes she would think about it at the most inappropriate times, and it felt like a hot flash.

“She wants that. She’s perfect for us.” Chance sounded like a big satisfied cat.

“Well, she might want that, but I want to make sure our naughty girl is ready for this.” Sam leaned Josie back against him. She watched in fascination as his wet finger trailed back down her abdomen and wove magic between her legs. She arched up, silently begging for him to caress her clit. He swirled two fingers through her slit, finding her slick essence, and then brought it up to circle her clitoris.

“Yes,” she hissed.

Again, and again and again, until she arched higher and higher, her hips off his lap.

“Now for some real fun, Josie,” was all Sam said, then he traced his wet fingers around the rosette of her anus.

It felt so good. So unimaginably good. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and bit her lip as she pushed herself closer to his circling fingers, trying to entice him to give her harder strokes.

Sam stopped tracing and started pressing, while Josie panted.

“Are you okay, Honey?” he asked.

She couldn’t answer. Wouldn’t answer.

“Zee, are you okay?” Chance’s thumb pulled her lower lip away from her teeth. “Open your eyes and look at me.” She did. He was smiling so tenderly. “You have to tell us if you like this.”

“So much. It’s decadent,” she whispered. Three pairs of eyes watched as Sam’s finger slowly sank into her tight orifice.

“I’ve never made love to a woman more responsive than you, Josie,” Sam said hoarsely. He reached between her legs and found more of her body’s slick response, and then slid two fingers inside her tiny rosette.