It was everything.
Brick moved his hand down to her pussy, cupping it. “Fuck, that’s smooth.” He ran a finger along her lips then slid the tip into her pussy. “And tight.”
He pushed his finger deeper inside her. Then she felt a hand on her ass, sliding lower and lower. Until another finger joined Brick’s. There was a slight twinge of pain, but nothing she couldn’t handle.
Oh, holy hell. What new sort of torture was this?
One finger moved in, the other moved out. She grabbed hold of Brick’s shoulders to hold herself steady as they thrust into her. She could hear how wet she was. Maybe that should be embarrassing. But in that moment, she really didn’t care.
Then their fingers disappeared. She let out a cry until she opened her eyes to find Brick sucking on his finger.
Wow. That was so hot that it was a wonder she didn’t burst into flames right then and there.
When she turned, she found Xavier sitting back on the sofa, doing the same.
Holy. Hell.
These two would kill her. Seriously.
“Delicious,” Xavier said.
“Yum,” Brick added.
Dear. Lord. Save her.
Xavier patted his lap. “Scoot back.”
He lifted her onto his lap, so she was sitting with her back to his front. Then he arranged her legs on either side of his and spread them wide. That left her open to Brick’s gaze. And from the way he stared down at her, he liked what he saw.
A lot.
“Oh, hell yes.” Brick slipped off his T-shirt so he was just wearing a pair of jeans. She’d seen his bare chest before, of course. But it never failed to take her breath away. All those muscles, his bare skin.
All hers.
Lucky girl.
Then he crouched between Xavier’s feet and pressed her thighs even further apart. “I could be here for a while. Settle in.”
Then his mouth dipped between her legs, his tongue sliding along her lips.
“Lean against me, sweetheart,” Xavier told her. She pressed back, her heart already racing as Brick expertly ate her out.
Felt. So. Good.
Seriously. This could become addictive.
“Good girl,” Xavier told her. “Now lift your hands behind my head and keep them there.”
She lifted her hands up, unable to think, unable to do anything but obey.
“While Brick licks that delicious pussy, I’m going to play with your nipples.” He lightly twisted her nipples as he spoke, sending sparks of arousal through her blood. “Have you ever thought about having your nipples clamped? They’d look so pretty with little jewels hanging from them. Then a chain that led down to your clit. I could clamp that as well. Then push a butt plug nice and deep in your ass and run the chain over it. You’d be dressed up like our cherished, beautiful sex slave. Would you like that?”
It wasn’t something she’d really thought about. But the imagery he painted made her squirm. Then Brick thrust his tongue into her passage and she cried out.
“I think you’d like that. A collar. Your hair up high to reveal this gorgeous neck. So beautiful. In our bedroom, you’d be our cherished little sex slave. Outside of our bedroom, our beautiful baby girl. We’re going to take such good care of you, sweetheart. I promise.”
She knew they would.