Page 132 of Fostering Chemistry
Oh god.
Aaron slid a finger lightly along my slit, and without thinking, I opened my mouth and drew Cody’s finger inside. I didn’t bite down—thankfully—but I sucked it in as if I needed it more than anything.
They were giving me so much pleasure, I wanted to give some in return, especially to Cody. He’d always been so guarded, but lately, he’d started to open up to me. Just as I was opening to them, too.
Aaron’s touch dipped lower, and I moaned, still sucking on Cody’s finger. Then Cody slid a second one between my lips, and I took that, too.
Maybe Aaron was watching, because suddenly, there was a finger at my entrance.
My pulse rate tripled, and I squeezed my eyes shut, clinging to Cody while he kept stroking my hair. Then Aaron pushed a finger inside me, and my back arched.
Diego’s hands stilled before sliding down to my waist and up again, his fingers curling around and brushing the sides of my breasts as he leaned over me. The feeling of being pressed into the bed by a strong male body nearly undid me.
Aaron kept teasing me, circling my entrance. “Do you want more, Mia?” he murmured.
“Yes,” I groaned around Cody’s fingers.
As Diego kneaded the back of my neck, another finger slid in, and I cried out, finally releasing Cody. His damp fingers slid beneath me, finding my breast where it was pressed against the mattress. I shifted slightly to give him room, but then I became aware of something that made my focus shatter and my breathing turn into ragged little gasps.
Because those two fingers inside me? From the way they were moving, from the angle, I realized they weren’t both Aaron’s.
Holy shit.
I lifted my head and looked back. Both Diego and Aaron had a finger inside me, and that knowledge nearly pushed me over the edge. Embarrassment mixed with heat, and I buried my face against Cody’s thigh, as if hiding my expression would hide how much I liked it.
Their fingers moved in and out in different rhythms—sometimes swirling together, sometimes apart—stretching me. Working meinto a frenzy. If Aaron touched my clit, I’d come in an instant, but his touch was very sparing there, keeping me on edge. That was on purpose, I was sure. Who knew he had a wicked side? Of course, I’d told him not to be such a gentleman.
But then the fingers withdrew, and Aaron’s weight settled on my ass as he leaned over me, his arms braced on either side of my torso.
“Lift her head,” he said to Cody, since I still had it buried against his leg.
Cody drew back, taking my safe hiding space with him. Aaron bent down, and though he was keeping the bulk of his weight off me, the solid heat of him pressed against me like a cage I didn’t want to escape.
“Do you want more than fingers there, Mia? Do you want me inside you?” His voice was a whispered caress.
My breath caught in my throat, my heart pounded so hard it seemed to echo in my ears. With my eyes still squeezed shut, I nodded.
“Tell me, sweetheart,” Aaron said.
But I couldn’t. Then Cody’s hand was on the side of my face. The warmth of his palm grounded me, the faint callus on his thumb brushing my cheek. He slid it down to my jaw and then lifted my chin. “Just tell us what you want,” he said.
His words, his gentle touch, gave me courage, and I finally opened my eyes.
“I want more,” I said to Aaron.
Diego’s hand was on my shoulder, tugging gently to get me to roll over, but I shook my head. I wasn’t quite ready to look them in the eyes and let them see how much I wanted this. It seemed too raw, too needy.
“Put pillows under her hips,” Cody suggested.
But no one moved as they just waited for my response to that.
“Do it,” I gasped, trying to listen to my body rather than my jumbled thoughts.
Strong hands on my hips lifted me, and the cool slide of cotton brushed my stomach as two thick bed pillows were positioned under me.
My pulse rate increased as I felt Aaron’s strong hands on the backs of my thighs. Then there was the crinkle of a condom wrapper. That faint sound lit up my nerves, every muscle tightening in anticipation.
Then I felt it—the head of his cock pressing against my slit. It slid so easily up and down, proof of how turned-on they’d gotten me.
