Page 35 of The Hat Trick

“If at any point you want out, tell us.”

I nod again. “I will.”

He seems to hesitate, but with the way he’s gripping my neck, our bodies so close, the anticipation from the night he played my body like a puppet on a string with just his words is still fresh in my mind. I press my body against his more fully, sliding my hands up his chest and fisting them in his t-shirt. He’s so much taller than me so when he starts to lean down, I stand up on my tip toes to meet him there.

Our mouths come together, and it’s tentative for only a moment before his grip on my neck tightens, moving to fist his hand in my hair, and then his tongue is plundering my mouth. The slightly tentative kiss turns heated and hungry in an instant. He dominates my entire body with the way his hands grip me, and the way his mouth moves over mine.

I moan into his mouth, pulling his body tighter against mine so I can feel every single inch of him against me. His erection is pressing into my stomach, and I need to see him this time.Feel him.

His tongue slides into my mouth, tangling with mine before he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, biting the flesh enough to make me whimper before licking the sting away.

I pull at his shirt, trying to get it off his head, and once it’s finally off and on the floor, he moves his mouth to my ear, kissing and nibbling before his deep voice says, “Tell me what you want, beautiful, you can have it all.”

I arch my body into his further. “I want you to touch me this time.”

“I’ll touch you until you beg me to stop.”

His mouth is on mine again, moving us backward until we are back in his bedroom, the balcony door shut, and despite the cold from being outside I feel like I’m overheating. I start to reach to take off the jersey, but he stops me with his hands on mine, and pulls our mouths apart.

“I think Dumont wanted to do something to you in that jersey first.”

I don’t want to wait a second longer for him, but the thought that he’s suggesting Vince join us has me clenching my thighs together. I want them both to touch me this time. At the same time. I want to be so overwhelmed by both of them I feel like I’m going to explode.

I nod, and a smile spreads on his kiss swollen lips.

“Take off everything except the jersey, beautiful. Then wait on the bed for us.” He brushes his lips against mine in a featherlight kiss, I push to deepen, but he doesn’t let me.

Then, he turns and leaves me alone in his room. The urge to snoop is powerful, but the urge to do what he told me to do is stronger. I strip off my clothes in record time, even getting my bra off from underneath my jersey, and throwing it onto the floor.

Next, I crawl onto his large bed, immediately sinking into the soft sheets. I take a moment to just enjoy how it would feel to be wrapped up in them while wrapped up in him. By both of them.

At first, I lay on my back, but then I think I should be in a sexier position when they come back. He didn’t tell me how he wants me to be, and I feel like it was some sort of test or something. I end up deciding to kneel on the mattress, I pull up the hem of the jersey slightly to show a tease of my thighs.

It feels like an eternity before the bedroom door opens. The doorway is instantly filled with two of the hottest men I’ve ever laid eyes on. And they are looking at me with so much hunger in their gaze I feel like they are going to pounce on me any second.

They don’t. Instead, they keep their movements slow as they walk over to the bed. Vince comes around, climbing onto the bed behind me and Brent stands at the foot of the bed in front of me.

Vince’s hands run up the outside of my thigh, up to my hip. Goosebumps break out on my skin wherever he touches. My head rolls back onto his shoulder.

“Touch me,” I breathe out to no one in particular. I want them both to touch me, but they seem to have a different plan.

Vince rests his hand on my hip on top of the fabric, but I can still feel the heat from him on my skin.

“You’re impatient, aren’t you?” Brent teases.

I nod. I’m so impatient, and I don’t care if they know it, I don’t care if it makes me seem desperate because I am.

“Dumont, make sure she did what I told her to.” Brent folds his arms across his chest while his eyes stay locked on mine.

Vince’s fingers move up my thigh again, but they move between my legs as he slowly brings them higher, and higher. Finally, they wipe through my center, and I know I’m soaked from kissing Brent, and the anticipation from having both of them want me. Vince groans, pressing his hand harder so one finger teases my entrance. I try to grind down on him, but his other hand wraps around my waist, stopping me.

“More, please,” I whisper.

“Should she get more, Collee?” Vince taunts while he runs his tongue up the side of my neck, and his hand moves to lightly rub my clit, not even close enough to the pressure I need.

“Make sure she isn’t wearing a bra under there, either.”

Vince doesn’t waste any time snaking his hand that was wrapped around my waist, under the jersey, up my stomach to my breasts. He takes one in his large hand, pinching my nipple between two of his fingers. I moan at the sensation of both his hands touching me, but I still want more.

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