Page 87 of Double Pucked

“Negative,” Ryker says.

“Same for me,” Chase echoes.

“Then I want you both…bare.”

They both gaze at me with beautiful lust in their eyes. There’ll be no barriers tonight, and that’s beginning to describe my emotions for these two as well.

Chase advances toward me, and curls a hand around my hip. “Good. Then we have another gift for you,” he says, like they’ve got a secret.

“You’ve been giving me gifts all night.”

“And we’re not done,” he says, and they take me to the palatial bathroom where Chase positions my hands against the wall and pushes up my dress, then slides down my undies.

He takes a small silver plug out of a velvet pouch, then lubes it up, and hands it to Ryker, who slides it into my ass. I draw a sharp breath, adjusting to the new sensation.

“Good?” Ryker asks.

“I think so,” I say.

Chase squeezes my ass. “Then how about you go put on that sexy new black lingerie set? Lie down on the bed and wait for us to give you a couple starter orgasms.”

Ryker reaches into a shopping bag and hands me some lace. “I want to see your hand inside your panties when we find you. You’ve got five minutes to get ready.”

I fly.

* * *

Hands on my stomach. Lips on the side of my neck. Fingers tracing my thighs. Kisses on the swells of my breast.

My eyes are closed and while I intrinsicallyknowwho’s kissing me and who’s touching me, at some point I lose track. As they lavish me with open-mouthed-caresses and tender brushes of their hands, I melt into sensations, and I stop thinking.

I’m just moaning and sighing into their twin touches, and the way they worship my body with their mouths and their hands and the press of their big frames against me.

It’s like a sensory overload, this kind of long, lingering seduction. Endless kisses on my belly. Talented fingers traveling over my legs. Hands in my hair. One man is kissing the side of my neck. The other my cheek. Then their hands roam down my body.

Chase grasps one breast; Ryker, the other.

This is so much. I didn’t have this on my list. I didn’t even think to putthison my list. It’s like they’re mirroring each other with their sensual foreplay, and it’s exquisite. My body is popping with electricity. Then their hands glide over my stomach and they’re both heading for my center. One man tugs up the waistband of my lace panties. The other slides his hand through my slickness.

I writhe and I shout, “So good.”

Even with my eyes closed, I can feel their wicked smiles.

“You like that, sweetness?” Chase asks. “You like when he fingers your sweet, beautiful cunt?”

“I do,” I gasp.

“Put some on her lips. I want her to taste it,” he says.

“Yeah, I want to taste her too,” Ryker says. “Right fucking now.”

I open my eyes. I have to watch them. Ryker dips his fingers against my heat again, then brings them to his mouth and sucks off my taste. I arch my hips as I watch him lick each finger. Then, he slides his hand through my wetness again and rubs my arousal over my lips. Chase comes up and kisses it off. It’s a possessive kiss. I feel something different in his touch. He’s always been commanding and intense. Now, there’s a sense of ownership and longing in the way his lips meet mine. Like he’ll miss me when I’m gone, or maybe he already does.

Or maybe I’m just drunk on them. Drunk on him kissing me while Ryker plays with my pussy.

“I can feel you get wetter as he kisses you,” Ryker growls.

As if on cue, I gush.

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