Page 89 of Wanting More
"I...I...I mean, he was so bland," she tried to explain but broke off in a gasp at the little bite Joel placed inside her thigh. Desperately she tried again even as Hayden pulled her further back against his wide chest, forcing her to lay back. "There isn't much to talk about. I've only been with a few guys, and nothing was that special about any of them."
"How so?" Hayden's tone was so casual even as his torturous hands cupped each of her breasts, strumming his thumb up and down across her bra-covered nipples.
Each pass caused tiny bolts of lightning to shoot through her until she was writhing against him.
"He never made me feel good in bed," she panted, recalling her last ex.
With his hands bracketing her thighs, Joel looked up from the little dark mark he had caused on one of her thighs and gave her an understanding nod. "So, the bastard couldn't even make you come?"
"Did anyone make you come?" Hayden asked roughly.
Looking up, she noticed his serious expression. She couldn't tell if he was jealous that another man had the audacity to try or that he couldn't.
"I have," she laughed, hoping to dispel the hard glare in his eyes.
Like a slow trickle of summer rain refreshing the hot earth, the muscles in Hayden's face relaxed as he smiled back at her. Leaning down, he kissed her softly on the forehead. If it had been anyone else, the gesture would have offended her, but with him, Sapphire felt the same thrill of heat course through her as his hands were causing at her breasts.
"Mmm, so tell us what you don't like or what you do like?" Joel urged.
Languid and riding a high from their attention, Sapphire sat boldly up and looked at Joel. His azure gaze sparkled with excited curiosity as she reached for his bare shoulders and pulled him forward. Pressing her lips against his, she felt the hum of his appreciation against her lips. Pulling away just as he opened his lips against hers, she smiled at his frustrated look and said. "I want you to be you. Rough but not in a way that makes me scared. Firm and confident," she murmured as her hands glided up from his shoulders and cupped his stubble covered jaw. "I want…I want to know you won't be the only one having a good time."
Taking her hands in his, Joel turned them and laid a kiss on each of the insides of her wrist. "I can guarantee that will not be an issue," he groaned against her wrist before looking at Hayden over her head. "Fuck, I forget guys like that exist. Should be a fucking crime."
"They should be tagged by the government so that all women will know on sight that they are a waste of time," Hayden grumbled.
Twisting in her seat, Sapphire looked at Hayden with a laugh. "Like some sort of wildlife marker stapled to their ear?"
Hayden nodded unapologetically. "Exactly."
Grasping her by the shoulder, Hayden pulled her back down until her back rested partly on his stomach and chest while Joel tugged at her legs, putting one on either side of him. Sapphire watched with a thundering heart splayed out between them on the couch as Joel reached for the zipper of her hoodie dress at her collar.
"Next question," Joel began. His voice was all gravel as he dropped his gaze to the slow descent of the zipper. "Has anyone ever tasted you, sweetheart?"
Together they all watched as the material of her dress parted, revealing the pink bra and panties she wore underneath.
"Yes," she whispered, looking up from one man to the other hovering above her. She could see the flash of hostile possession in their eyes at her answer. "Does that make you angry?"
Leaning down, Hayden covered her lips with his own. The odd sensation of the upside-down kiss only served to heighten the sensitivity to her already frayed nerves. Sapphire opened her mouth, enjoying the swiping feeling of his tongue against hers.
There was a sound in the back of his throat that almost sounded like a yes. "Maybe a little, but not really."
"It shouldn't, but it does a bit," Joel confessed. His hands were working up the center of her thighs closer and closer to the place that ached the most. Sapphire could hardly pay attention to his next words between Hayden nibbling at her lip, demanding entrance once more, and Joel's seeking hands. "Knowing that there is someone out there with the memory of the taste of you in their head," he growled as he roughly cupped her sex, wrenching out a little cry from her lips that Hayden promptly swallowed. "They shouldn't have the privilege."
The wet sounds of Hayden's kiss, two pairs of hands groping and squeezing every soft part of her body all right here in broad daylight in the middle of the living room. It was too much. Sapphire's skin was on fire, her head was spinning, and a desperate pleadingpleasewas at the edge of her lips, ready to beg for them to give her more.
Only one last flimsy bastion of pride still existed, holding back the need to beg.
"I'm sure there are girls that remember the taste of you," she managed breathlessly, catching sight of the bulge in Joel's jeans. Beneath her, she could feel the impossibly hard swell of Hayden pressing against her back. Swallowing, she tried to think through the haze of desire. "Probably much more than a couple," she said sourly.
"He's a veritable slut," Hayden replied flatly.
Tossing back his hair with a chuckle, Joel pointed at her and gave her a sudden deadpan look. "Was—was a slut," he clarified.
"As in past tense, right?" She wasn't sure why she needed further reassurance to quell the sour feeling, but she did. Sapphire hated thinking of these two ever with another woman.
Joel's smile was wolfish. "Very, very much so, sweetheart. And I told you it’s been some time. My slut days are far behind me."
Tilting her head back, she looked up at Hayden expectantly.
