Page 67 of Hooked On Them

They didn’t argue or question me, settling against the headboard side by side. The sight of them waiting for my direction sent a thrill of power through me.

I climbed onto the mattress, kneeling between them. I trailed my fingertips along Miles’s thigh, then Carter’s. “This is about pleasure. No competition.” I fixed them each with a pointed look. “And I call the shots.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Carter grinned, but his eyes were serious.

Miles nodded, the muscles in his throat working. “Whatever you want, Nora.”

I leaned in to kiss Carter first, slow and deep, then turned to give Miles the same treatment. Their different styles, Carter all confident expertise, Miles a surprising combination of restraint and hunger, had my head spinning.

I reached behind my back to unclasp my bra, letting it fall away. Their synchronous groans as they took in my naked breasts sent heat flooding between my legs. I guided Carter’s hands to cup them, sighing as his thumbs flicked over my sensitive nipples, turning them into hard pebbles.

“They’re so responsive.” He leaned in to replace his thumb with his mouth.

I gasped as he sucked gently, arching into the contact. Miles watched for a moment before his control snapped. He surged forward, capturing my other nipple with his mouth. Their swirling, hot tongues made me moan, and my hips rocked involuntarily.

Miles slid one hand down to trace the edge of my panties. “Can I touch you?”

“Please.” I widened my knees, and the air hitting the wet fabric made me tingle.

His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, finding me slick and ready. The groan that rumbled from his throat sent vibrations against my breast as his fingers explored, circling my entrance before dipping inside.

“So wet already.” He pressed his forehead against my sternum, watching his fingers disappear between my legs.

Carter’s hand joined Miles’s, pushing my panties to the side as he stroked my clit with feather-light touches. The combination of Miles’s fingers curling inside me and Carter’s teasing circles had my thighs trembling within minutes.

“Not enough,” I gasped, overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensation. “I need more.”

Something shifted in Miles’s demeanor. He straightened, a new authority in his expression as he pushed Carter’s hand away. “Let me take care of her first.” His voice left no room for argument. To my surprise, Carter yielded with a nod.

Miles’s eyes locked on mine as he eased me back onto the mattress. “Tell me if anything doesn’t feel good.”

Before I could respond, he was sliding my underwear down my legs, his gaze devouring every inch of newly exposed skin. He settled between my thighs, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin there.

The first sweep of his tongue had my back arching off the bed and my fingers clutching at the comforter. A cry tore from my throat, unrestrained and raw. Miles worked with deliberate patience, taking his time as he explored with broad strokes, his hands gripping my thighs with enough pressure to keep me anchored. His dark eyes flicked up to meet mine, satisfaction evident in his gaze at my reaction.

“You’re going to kill me.” My head thrashed as he shifted his attention, focusing on my clit with maddening precision.

The room spun around me, Carter’s presence momentarily forgotten as Miles’s clever mouth consumed my awareness. My toes curled, little sparks of pleasure radiating from them with each careful movement. He seemed to read my body’s responses perfectly, adjusting his rhythm whenever I reacted.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take more, he slid two fingers inside me, curling them forward to hit the spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids.

I was vaguely aware of Carter watching, his breathing ragged as he palmed himself through his boxers. The knowledge that he was getting off watching us added another layer to my arousal.

“Miles,” I moaned as he sucked my clit between his lips, the pressure building to an unbearable point. “I’m so close.”

He hummed against me, the vibration sending me hurtling over the edge. My orgasm crashed through me in waves, Miles working me through it until I pushed weakly at his shoulders, too sensitive to continue.

As I recovered, Carter leaned down to kiss me. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmured against my lips.

Miles moved up my body, his expression a mix of pride and lingering hunger. He kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself on his tongue.

When we broke apart, I noticed a new tension in him, a restraint that was clearly costing him. Despite my earlier declarations about being in charge, I responded to the authority he was projecting.

“What do you want, Miles?” I ran a hand down his chest.

His eyes darkened. “I want to be inside you, but only if you want that too.”

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

---