Page 96 of The Heiress Auction

But I can tell they’re waiting for my response. I turn in Alex’s hold, sliding my hands up his solid chest, reveling in his strength. I’ve never been with anyone so tall, so big. . . which sends my lust straight to the gutter. Is he that big all over?

Alex’s mouth descends on mine, those massive hands cupping my ass, pulling my pelvis tight to him. He’s hard and oh-so-thick against my belly, and I part my lips for him, letting his tongue spear into my mouth, making me wet. I whimper and hook my hands over his biceps, holding on tight.

Gabe grips the bottom of my sweatshirt and lifts it, exposing my skin to the cool air. They work in concert, Alex lifting his head as he slides his hands up my sides, hooking beneath my arms, lifting them over my head. Gabe’s right behind him, tugging the soft fabric higher and higher. The shirt slips off, and there’s a soft plunk as it hits the floor. My bra goes next.

Alex’s hands zero in on my breasts, cupping, caressing. He gives a needy groan.

“Perfection,” he murmurs.

“Glad you like them.” I’ve always felt like they’re a little big for my frame, but I rethink that, thanks to the undeniable reverence in his voice.

He flicks a thumb over one puckered nipple, and a delicious zing arcs through me. “More than like them.”

“Fuck, I need to see you,” Gabe says, and a second later, a pale light washes over the room. He steps away, placing his phone on the old wicker nightstand before he’s back.

His hands slide into my leggings, working them downward. More inches exposed, more skin being caressed by the chilly air. I shiver in their grasp.

“Don’t worry, Princess. We’ll warm you up.” Gabe drops a kiss against my shoulder blade. Since when is he so tender?

They waste no time stripping me bare. I don’t know if they’ve done this before—shared a woman—but why does that idea make me burn with jealousy? But because they have no trouble communicating without words, their movements are almost choreographed. So smooth and efficient, I ache.

Gabe’s hands cup my breasts, molding them as if he’s committing their shape to memory. Alex slides a palm down my belly, and I forget how to breathe as anticipation takes over. Every nerve, every cell in my body feels focused on that big, warm hand as it coasts over my curls. A thick finger glides down my slit with ease, and my hips jerk as he makes contact with my clit.

A shaky gasp leaves my lips, and he groans.

“You’re so wet for us, Beauty.”

“Mhmm.” I sound like a wanton. Which is appropriate, given how ravenous I am for the two of them.

My knees go weak as he circles my clit. I cling to his shoulders so I don’t fall down. Gabe’s fingers tighten around my nipples, and I moan, pressing myself into his hands.

“I love the sounds you make,” he whispers against the side of my neck. “So raw and needy.”

Heaven help me. I love the way his lips move against my sensitive spots. How his hot breath teases me. The darkness makes everything cozier and my other senses stronger. Each touch, every tiny sound, even their scent. Detergent and man.

“Don’t you?” he asks, and Alex grunts his agreement.

My mind swirls with every dirty thought I’ve ever had about these men. But in those fantasies, I was brave. Bold.

Can I be that woman for real?

“My turn,” Gabe murmurs, hands coasting south. They switch like a changing of the guard. Efficient, seamless.

Alex flicks my nipples with his thumbs, and my pussy clenches around Gabe’s finger. They groan in unison.

I drop a hand back to Gabe’s hip, holding him close. Alex kisses his way down my chest until he latches on my nipple, and then my soul leaves my body. My other arm curls around his shoulders, and I press up onto my toes, trying to make it easier for him. The gentle suction is divine. I want more.

Gabe nibbles his way along my shoulder, up my neck, and nips my earlobe. Another surge of moisture coats his finger. I’m melting for them.

“She likes that,” Gabe says, spearing his finger deeper. His firm grip almost lifts me off my toes. “Spread your legs, Princess.”

I teeter, spreading as far as I can without falling on my ass. Gabe wraps an arm around my middle and presses closer to me. Meanwhile, Alex makes a meal of my tits. Moving from one back to the other, sucking deep and lavishing me with long slow licks and quick fluttering ones.

Being wedged between them is the best feeling ever. So hot. Hands everywhere. Inhibitions gone, my pleasure mounts. I can’t get enough.

Gabe’s cock nestles against my back, hard and unyielding, and he adds another finger to my eager pussy. He presses the heel of his palm against my clit, a steady grind that pulls a whimper from my lips.

I want him in my hands. In my mouth. Inside me.

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