Page 139 of Unforgettable

“Hold her,” he commanded Josh behind me, and instantly, one of Josh’s hands weaved through my hair and the other banded around my waist. Reed’s mouth descended on mine in a hungry, consuming kiss. My legs gave out beneath me, and I willingly allowed his tongue between my lips. He tasted like whiskey and smelled faintly of fire and smoke.

It was a heady combination and my hands roamed up his chest with the intent to pull him closer to me. But just as quickly as the kiss began, it ended, and he was gone.

An angry groan fell from my lips, but it was swiftly silenced when his rough fingers slid under the fabric of my dress. Suddenly, the ground disappeared from beneath me, and each of my legs was propped on Reed’s shoulders. He flipped up my dress and growled again.

The sound went straight to my clit like an electric shock.

“No panties? Fucking dirty girl.”

Josh yanked my hair, exposing more of my neck and licking a long line up to the pulse point near my jaw. “Ourdirty girl,” he whispered against my skin.

A grateful cry escaped my lips when Reed’s skillful and urgent tongue licked a path from my ass up to my clit. He circled with a perfect amount of pressure around the swollen point, and my entire body was limp with pleasure. He lapped and sucked and devoured me while Josh covered my mouth with one of his hands and held up my dress with the other.

“There’s nothing like his tongue, is there? So perfect and firm, and he knows exactly how to use it. But you have to be quiet. We can’t let everyone know that your best friend is licking your pussy so well. That your best friend—your boyfriend—is about to make you come.”

There was nothing better than the two of them lathering me in attention, worshiping my body, and owning my pleasure.

I was already so wound up from the anticipation throughout the day that there was no staving off my orgasm. It was more imminent than the sun rising the next morning. My hand dove into Reed’s dark hair as the other wrapped around Josh’s neck behind me for extra support. And when Reed shifted enough to plunge two fingers inside of me while simultaneously kneading my clit between his teeth, there was little even Josh’s hand could do to quiet my cries.

Quickly, he replaced his hand with his mouth and swallowed down each moan, drawing out my pleasure with his soft lips and perfect tongue. My body rocked against Reed’s face, and it wasn’t until I had stopped convulsing that I realized I was close to suffocating him between my thighs.

I loosened my grip around his head and untangled my fingers from his hair, but he didn’t appear to care that I’d mercilessly squeezed him. For good measure, he licked me once and twice more before looking up at us with a satisfied smile on his lips.

“So fucking good.”

Behind me, Josh’s chest vibrated as he ground out, “Let me taste.”

Carefully, they let me down onto wobbly legs but didn’t let me go. They stepped toward each other, pinning me between their muscular bodies and the hard planes of their chests as their mouths collided in a hungry kiss above me.

Josh’s tongue dove deep between Reed’s lips, searching for every taste and drop of me on Reed’s tongue. In awe, I watched them fight for dominance. I thought Josh had won when he sucked Reed’s tongue into his mouth, but then Reed bit Josh’s bottom lip in one rough movement.

“Get on the bed,” Reed demanded, then looked down at me. “Both of you.”

Neither of us hesitated. Josh spun me around and looped his arms under my thighs, lifting me off the ground and into his hold. His mouth continued a thorough exploration of my neck while he sat down on the edge of the bed with me in his lap. The moment my knees settled on either side of his wide thighs, I felt the pressure of his long erection beneath me.

My hips, of their own accord, slipped back and forth over his cock, likely dampening his shorts with my recent release. But no one cared—we were all beyond caring at that point. We were wanton to the desire and our connection.

Reed’s hands slipped over my shoulders, bringing the small, thin straps of my dress with them. I pulled my arms free without parting from Josh, whose tongue was greedy against mine.

The fabric pooled at my waist and hands found my breasts—they kneaded and pulled at my peaked nipples. It sent a bolt of desire straight to my clit, which was already humming with need again.

I pulled away from Josh’s mouth to see the hand on my left breast was his while the hand on my right was Reed’s, and in perfect tandem, they played me and worked me into another frenzy.

Reed’s hand suddenly disappeared, but behind me, there was the distinct sound of his buckle and then his belt hitting the floor. There was more rustling of fabric, and like I never needed anything more, I needed them both naked.

My hands shifted beneath me, and I ripped at the button on Josh’s shorts, unzipped the zipper, and then frantically worked the buttons of his shirt that matched the color of his eyes. The fabric was soft against my fingers, but it was nothing compared to the smooth skin of his chest, lightly dusted with dirty-blond hair and golden from the sun. He was warm and hard in all the right places, groaning into my mouth as my hands explored the planes and valleys of his body.

“You ready for another one of those fantasies, Cielo?” Reed whispered into my ear, and before he’d even finished speaking, I was nodding.

He gave a low chuckle and nipped at the shell of my ear. His strong arms wrapped around me once more and easily removed me from Josh’s lap. My dress slipped the rest of the way down my legs and fell to the floor as he set me back down on the bed.

With one hand firmly encircling my throat, he guided me back to the mattress, his thumb brushing over my pulse point with delicate precision.

“Keep these legs open so we can see your pretty pussy. I need to witness how wet we make you—how wet you get for us.”

Like they had a mind of their own, my legs fell open. Reed’s smile was immediate, and his grip around my throat tightened—it verged on the edge of pain, and it became exponentially harder to breathe. Just how I wanted it.

The moment he loosened his grip, I asked, “Which fantasy?”

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