Page 39 of Never Kiss Your Neighbors

My breathing has grown shallow, but I manage to say, “Okay.”

Wyatt’s hand smooths up my side toward the bottom edge of my bra as Cam’s head dips lower, pressing a hot kiss to his target.

“Would you like us to stop?” Wyatt whispers in my ear. He strokes a finger along my jaw, under my chin, and directs my gaze toward him, where he’s waiting for an answer. “Everything is your call.”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

I have no idea how far they plan to take things, and no idea how far I want them to go.

I didn’t think things would head in this direction while I was with both of them. Going on a date with them together is one thing; having them kiss and touch my body at the same time is something else entirely. It’s incredible.

Wyatt’s lips brush my cheek, then gently tug at my earlobe as his hands graze the underside of the cups of my bra.

Cam kisses a trail back up to the side of my neck as his hand takes hold of my hip.

It’s getting harder to tell where one man ends and another begins. Or what’s up and what’s down. I’m getting dizzy with lust.

“That feels so good,” I tell them both, about nothing in particular. It all feels so good.

Wyatt runs his thumb over my nipple, and my body quivers. Cam moves the blanket aside and unbuttons my blouse, from top to bottom, kissing a line down my center as he goes.

I’m glad I wore my prettiest bra, because it’s getting a lot of attention, both men running their fingers along its edges and over the cups, turning my nipples into such hard points I’m surprised they don’t cut through the lace.

Wyatt leans me forward and slips the sleeves of my shirt off my arms. Cam peels one of the cups of my bra down and sucks the nipple into his mouth. My back arches, and Wyatt repositions himself so that he can reach my other breast, and then both of them are sucking on my nipples, making me squirm on the sofa.

Just the sight of these two gorgeous men enjoying my body is nearly overwhelming, but the sensations are incredible, too. Desire spirals up inside me, making me light-headed and needy and feeling like I might burst out of my skin.

Cam sucks more insistently at my breast, Wyatt drags his teeth over my pebbled flesh, and my vision goes blurry.

“Oh god. It’s too much.” It’s almost a struggle to catch my breath.

“Want us to stop?” Wyatt looks up to ask this question, and the sight of his face right there at my breast, my nipple at his lips, almost sends me over some invisible line.

I shake my head. “I don’t think so.”

“C’mere.” Wyatt grabs my hips, and Cam moves aside as Wyatt pulls me onto his lap, letting my knees fall on either side of his thighs. I’m topless, straddling him.

A flicker of self-consciousness ripples through me. My stomach is soft, nothing like it was the last time a man saw me this way, but Wyatt doesn’t seem to mind. His eyes eat me up like I’m more delicious than the sundaes we just had.

He tugs me forward, and I catch a glimpse of the sizable bulge in his pants just before I’m sitting atop it.

He cups my breasts in his big hands, pinching my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, stroking his fingers over them again and again, until I let out a whimper.

He lifts his hips, pressing himself between my legs. When I shift to adjust my position, he grasps my hips and grinds me down onto him. “Use me for your pleasure.”

I freeze. I can’t possibly do that with him watching me, not to mention Cam, who’s watching too, but the gnawing ache between my legs urges me on, and when Wyatt sees my hesitation, he moves me on him again.

Oh my god, it feels so good. Just the right amount of pressure, right over the spot where it feels the best. He’s so thick and hard between my legs. God, what would it feel like to have him inside me?

I roll my hips once, and warmth flares into my belly.

“That’s it.” His gaze drops to my core then slowly returns to my face, an appreciative smile curving his lips. “You’re so beautiful, Stella.”

He bends his head to suck one of my nipples into his mouth, and Cam’s hand comes around to cup the other breast.

I grind down on him, then lift up just enough to slide my heat over the length of his constrained erection. Wyatt splays a hand over my hip and strokes his thumb over my center when I lift up again, making my eyes go wide.

He keeps hold of my hips, encouraging me to use his body for my pleasure. As soon as I release my shyness and let myself take what I want, I’m instantly overcome. Pleasure races through me faster than I can comprehend what’s happening. Sensations spiral out to every limb. My pussy throbs, like it’s trying to pull Wyatt’s cock inside me through our clothing.

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