Page 131 of Double Bucked

Ransom answers, “With your tongue.”

Everett’s bright eyes light up. Then they meet mine.

He pulls his hand away. I ache, missing the touch, but…I want what’s coming next even more.

“You heard him,” Everett says to me. “Take it off, darling.”

I pull the knot free from my robe. My hands are trembling. From want—or the nerves of being the center of attention—I’m not sure. I let my robe fall off my shoulders and puddle onto the bed behind me. I take my time rolling my underwear down my hips. Off my thighs.

They wait. Eyes trained on my every move. Looking like they might devour me.

And I so badly want them, too.

I hold up my panties and drop them off the side of the bed.

There.

I’m all theirs now.

Everett’s head dips toward my thighs, but Ransom interrupts.

“Wait,” he says suddenly. “Suck her tits first. Look at them. They need it.”

Ransom is on the edge of his seat as he watches us. He’s antsy now as he rubs a palm over his knee to distract himself. His pants do very little to hide the shadow of arousal thickening in his lap.

“As you wish,” Everett says. He cups my small breast, which fits perfectly in the shell of his palm. His thumb glides over the hardened nipple, making me shiver. He kisses the tender skin softly and then pinches it between his teeth. I whine when he tugs, gently, just enough to send a lick of pain through me, one that translates to pleasure as it pools low between my thighs. Finally, he pulls my tit into his mouth, sucks, swirling his tongue in ways that make my legs clench together. I squeeze, desperate for some pressure. But his hands drop to my thighs, and he forces them apart, pinning them there. No, his grip says. I won’t feel good until he wants me to feel good. Until then…

I ache as he moves on to the next breast with painful, slow, deliberate licks and sucks. I’m panting, and when I allow myself to sneak a look at Ransom…

I see my own desperate, aching need reflected in his gaze.

He’s watching me. Wanting me. With our eyes locked, he moves a hand into his lap. He palms his erection, and my throat goes tight for it.

With one final, teasing nibble, Everett detracts himself from my nipples, now glistening and swollen pink. He uses his grip on my thighs to spread my legs wider, and then he gives a small, satisfied hum.

“You were right,” he says. “She did need that. She’s wet the bed like an untrained puppy.”

If anyone else called me a dog, I’d break their nose.

When Everett does it? My insides clench.

Everett’s hand clamps around the base of my throat suddenly. I gasp with surprise as my head is forced back, and my chin juts up with the strength of his grip.

This is all Everett.

My Everett, who demands affection. Who clings to the things he loves so tightly he can’t help but leave marks.

His breath beats hotly on my ear. “Do you like being on display for us?”

“Yes,” I admit. My voice is hoarse. I can feel it vibrating in his palm.

“Do you want me to lick your cunt while Ransom watches you come apart?”

God, I’m going to hell for this. “Yes.”

He kisses the skin under my ear. “Good girl.” I shiver. His lips meet my shoulder. Between my breasts. My belly. Every small kiss plants another seed of ache inside of me. My fingers find his hair, gripping the neat, dark strands. I want to push him lower, but he’s taking his time with me. Making me wait.

Making Ransom wait, too.

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