Page 13 of Only for Tonight
“Touch me.”
“We are touching you, beautiful.”
“You know what I mean.”
His grin widens. “Say it. Tell us exactly what you want.”
Oh God.
“Touch my...” I can’t.
“Your what?” He’s enjoying this.
“You’re evil.”
“That’s not what I want to hear.”
James lifts his head. “Don’t torture her, Luca.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
“Touch my clit,” I finally manage, face flaming. “Please.”
“Since you asked so nicely.”
His fingers find exactly where I need them.
I nearly shoot off the bed.
“Fuck,” Leo groans from his chair. “Look at her.”
Luca works me with skilled fingers while James’s mouth does wicked things to my breasts. I’m drowning. Lost in it.
James lifts his head. His mouth finds my ear. “That’s it, love,” he murmurs in that voice—the one that’s narrated a thousand fantasies. Deep and smooth and deliberate. “Feel how your body responds. How perfectly you take what we give you.”
That voice. Oh god, that voice.
From the corner of my eye, I see Leo’s hand move to his belt. The clink of metal. The rasp of his zipper.
Oh.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” Luca observes, fingers increasing pressure. “I can feel it. You’re getting so tense, ready to come for us.”
“Don’t stop,” I gasp.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, beautiful.”
He increases the pressure. The rhythm. Higher and higher until I’m right on the edge.
“Come for us,” James commands.
I shatter. Waves crash over me while I cry out.
When I finally open my eyes, Leo’s watching with dark, hungry eyes. Hand resting on his belt, zipper undone, but he’s not touching himself yet. Just watching. Waiting.
“That was just the warm-up,” Luca says, sliding down my body. “Now I want to taste every inch of you.”
Just the warm-up?
