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She licks her lips, her eyes looking between his, an unspoken understanding as she realises what he’s asking.

“I was too caught up by the feel of your hands and lips,” she admits, her gaze moving to me.

I smile. “We’ll take that as a compliment. My question was, have you ever had a breast orgasm?”

Her eyebrows draw in and a low chuckle escapes me.

“Oh, believe me, little one, they’re a thing, and seeing how beautifully you respond to our hands on your breasts, I am pretty sure we can help show you.”

Noah's lips skim down her throat and to her chest, where he sucks her nipple through the soft fabric, and she pushes her head back into the sofa cushion.

“See, even with the material in the way, you still love his mouth on your nipple, yes?”

Her fingers dig into the cushion by her side. “Yes,” she says on a low exhale as Noah continues to play and tease her stiff peaks.

ChapterTwenty-Eight

JESSICA

I try not to squirm beneath their touch, but it’s impossible. I’m hyperaware of their proximity, their intoxicating smell. Every touch is like a branding iron, heating my flesh in intense waves.

“Your breasts can swell up to twenty-five percent when aroused. Did you know that?”

It’s hard to concentrate on forming an answer, but Caleb likes it when I use my words; even if it’s not the most articulate answer, I know he’ll appreciate it.

“No, I didn’t,” I admit. Though my breasts have always been sensitive to touch when I’m aroused, I never knew that was a thing.

“It makes your breasts super sensitive, creating a sexually induced hormonal surge.”

Noah lets out a humming sound of agreement, the vibration making my lower stomach tighten with deep heat.

And then he leans back, and suddenly their touch is gone.

My eyes flash open. Caleb has his hand wrapped around the back of Noah’s neck, his tongue fucking his mouth, and his other hand wrapped around his hard dick. Wet heat pools between my thighs, and I reach up to cup my breast.

Seeing them together drives me higher. I can’t explain it—maybe because I’m attracted to them both, it spurs me on. I feel free to be myself at this moment without fearing judgement or guilt.

I love the way Caleb stares at Noah when they stop kissing. It’s full of so many emotions: love, lust, and dominance.

And then they’re both looking right at me with hunger in their eyes. They’re the predators, and fuck me, I’m their prey.

I should be worried I won’t survive the emotional fallout after this is over. I know I’ll never be the same, and I don’t want to be. They might destroy me, but not without healing me first.

“Take off your top, sweet girl,” Noah says, his erection still being fucked slowly by Caleb’s fist.

Sitting up, I pull the top off, the change in temperature causing my nipples to harden even more.

Noah reaches out and takes one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

“Stunning,” he says as he twists it just enough to get a reaction from me. “Nipple stimulation activates the same region of the brain you get from a clitoral, vaginal or cervical stimulation,” Caleb explains as though he’s my teacher and I’m his student. And as if to prove his point, he lets go of Noah’s dick and reaches out to touch my other breast, using Noah’s pre-cum as a lube while slowly circling my areola. “Shall we test the theory?” he asks, his dick thick and hard.

Eagerly, I nod and reply at the same time. “Yes.” It’s impossible not to hear the plea in my voice. Even though I just got off while watching them together, I need more.

“Noah, shall we?”

“Also-fucking-lutely,” he replies, tapping his chin in thought. “Hmm, how shall we do this?” he asks, eyes roaming over my naked form, leaving a blaze of heat in its wake.

I don’t think he’s asking me as much as Caleb, so I anxiously wait.

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