Page 48 of Third Wheel

Her thighs pressed together as the need between them pulsed. She was so in over her head, and right now, she liked it there.

“I think she needs a spanking,” Zach said with a wicked grin that made her tingle all over. She knew that grin very well.

He wanted to make her scream.

Amy wanted him to make her scream.

Normally, she would say a spanking wouldn’t do it, but he and Kincaid had already proven they could break her with nothing more. This was no longer the expected, like what she’d had before with Zach. They were moving into the unknown. Into places she couldn’t anticipate.

“I think she has too many clothes on,” Kincaid said, circling her.

Amy almost whimpered as she felt her corset move against her skin, his fingers tugging on the laces.

This was really happening.

They were going to get her naked and spank her, then fuck her.

Please, oh please, let them fuck me.

A kind of anticipation she hadn’t experienced in years welled up inside her. It wasn’t that platonic scening was bad. It wasn’t that she hadn’t been getting what she needed. If she was in a room with anyone other than Zach and Kincaid, she didn’t think she’d be this excited, this aroused.

She would have gone through with it because she wanted a scene and sex.

But it was Zach and Kincaid, and she didn’t just want a scene and sex—she wantedthem.

Part of her knew that was dangerous, but it also made sense. She trusted Zach, and by trusting Zach, she trusted Kincaid. And who wouldn’t want them? There was a reason Tracey had been happy for her, knowing who she was scening with. Yes, they’d done two-on-one scenes with submissives in the past, but it didn’t happen often, and Amy couldn’t remember the last time they’d chosen to do so.

She’d won the subbie lottery.

On top of that, after living with them for the past two weeks, shelikedthem.

Not that she would ever try to get between them for more than a scene, but she couldn’t help but be thrilled that they liked her enough to want to scene with her, too.

The way Zach was looking at her, as Kincaid loosened her corset, with hunger in his eyes… he’d never looked at her like that before, even though this would hardly be the first time he’d seen her breasts. Of course, he’d never had an invitation to touch before. As the corset sagged loose, Zach began to stalk toward her with an intensity that made her automatically step back—right into Kincaid.

She let out a little ‘eep’ that was met with a dark chuckle from behind her.

“Going somewhere, little subbie?” Kincaid’s breath was hot against her ear, the heat chasing the shiver down her spine as Zach came closer, a predator on the prowl while she was trapped against his partner. Kincaid’s hands slid around to her front, where the corset clasps were, and she felt his thumbs push against her breasts as he gripped the two sides and popped them open.

The sudden coolness against her skin made her nipples pucker, and she sucked in a breath as she was exposed to them both.

It felt different.

Itwasdifferent.

She’d never scened with Zach anywhere but the public spaces.

They’d never included sex into their scenes.

And they’d never had Kincaid with them.

Her shoulders started to hunch forward, arms instinctively coming in front of her, but the corset dropped to the floor, and Kincaid’s hands were on her body, on her sides, rubbing away the imprints the boning had left in her skin. Zach came closer, close enough she had to tip her head back to look at him, his gaze locked onto hers as he cupped her chin to hold her in place.

“What’s on the table, Amy? We said sex, but is there anything you don’t want to do?”

She gave her head a little shake, not that his strong fingers allowed her to move much. Kincaid’s hands were still rubbing up and down her sides, and she felt herself leaning back against his hard body, letting him hold her up as her knees went weak under their combined assault on her senses.

“No limits. I want… I wanteverything.” A shiver went up her spine as Kincaid’s hands curled around from her sides to herstomach, stroking the soft flesh there, the sides of his hands and arms brushing against the sensitive undersides of her breasts.

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