Page 31 of Playing By Their Rules

“I’m going to kiss these angelic lips,” Ethan says.

I nod and lean toward him while Chance removes my dress. Soft but firm lips. Ethan parts his mouth, forcing me to open mine, and then his tongue pushes into my mouth, a slow thrust. I whimper and grab onto his shoulders while Chance runs his hands over my arms to tug my dress down. He unsnaps my bra and pulls it off as well. I have to let go of Ethan briefly, but I grab him again.

The fabric falls to the floor and I’m in my panties and heels. Chance grabs the waistband of my underwear and tugs them downward, nudging my thighs apart to make it easier.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, crouching at the floor and looking up at me. “And you smell so fucking good.”

He helps me out of my shoes. Then he stands and the two men quickly undress and take me to the bed, pulling down the comforter and easing me back against the sheets. Ethan lies on one side of me, Chance on the other. Before I have the opportunity to wonder what happens next, they’re both on me, their mouths hot and hungry, licking, tasting. A pinch at the back of my neck as Ethan grabs my nape and drags my face to his for an all-consuming kiss. His tongue strokes against mine while he threads his fingers into my hair. Chance’s mouth works magic against my shoulder as he trails kisses that he alternates with bites. The pleasure of their lips contrasts deliciously with the sharp sensations of teeth and tugged hair.

I’m lulled by that pleasure-pain, so when Ethan—or is it Chance?—starts stroking me between my legs, I give a start.

“Okay, baby girl?” Chance asks.

My thighs clench, holding his hand in place. “Yes. Better than okay.”

I’m sopping wet and lost in the heat of them surrounding me, holding me. Their scents—musky, manly—invade my senses. Ethan’s hardened cock nudges my leg and he rubs it against me, moaning while he kisses my mouth and lips.

Chance scoots down and positions himself between my legs. He’s too far down my body for fucking, but—oh. He dips his face to my pussy, his eyes on me as he gives me one long swipe with his tongue. I cry out in pleasure, and Ethan kisses me again. Ethan’s mouth at my mouth, Chance’s mouth at my pussy, both of them licking and teasing.

My heart feels like it’s going to slam out of my chest.

Chance licks and sucks at my pussy lips, flutters his tongue over my clit, dips it inside of me. I bring my legs up to his shoulders, trying to tug him closer. I need him.

Ethan smiles against my mouth and reaches for my breasts, skimming his palms over the hard peaks of my nipples. “She’s a responsive one.”

Chance pulls away long enough to say, “She is indeed.” Then he presses a finger inside of me, all the while continuing with his tongue’s attention to my clit.

My orgasm is building faster than I can keep up with. Between Chance’s warm tongue and the gentle sucking he’s doing to my clit, his fingers in my pussy, Ethan’s feather-light teasing touches on my nipples and his expert kissing, I’m going to burst with pleasure.

The orgasm explodes from my pussy, radiating throughout my body, causing my back to arch and my hands to fist the sheets. I cry out against Ethan’s mouth. Pleasure crashes through me, over and over like oncoming waves. All I can do is ride it out until it gradually diminishes to a pleasant calm.

“Good?” Chance asks, kissing my inner thigh and looking up at me.

I meet his gaze and nod wordlessly.

Chance climbs back up my body and flops down next to me, where he takes my mouth in a hungry kiss. Tasting myself on him shouldn’t be a surprise, but it is. I’m intrigued, though, not repulsed. I’m tasting the evidence of what he gave me, and the very idea of it has me wondering what else they might do with me tonight.

While he kisses me, Chance lightly pinches one of my nipples, causing me to gasp against his lips.

I want them to feel as good as they’re making me feel. They’re driving me absolutely crazy with lust—can I do the same to them? I reach down to each of them and grab their cocks, squeezing gently, reveling in the smooth firmness of them. The skin is so soft, the members so hard. It’s a paradox, but it’s sexy as hell.

Ethan growls against my neck when I squeeze him gently. When I do the same to Chance, he nips my lower lip.

Ethan turns me toward him so I’m lying on my side facing him. It’s as if the men have communicated what they’re going to do without even speaking, because Chance reaches to the table behind him and passes over a condom. Ethan puts it on, his eyes on me the whole time.

“We’re going to keep you safe, we’re going to take care of you. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Fuck.” He presses his forehead to mine.

Chance rubs his hands up and down my arms. His cock is hard against my ass. He hasn’t gotten a condom, though.

I look over my shoulder at him. “Are you…? How are we…?”

“I’m not taking your ass…yet,” he says with a slight grin. “Don’t worry, angel. I’ll still find my pleasure with you tonight.”

The dark intensity of his gaze nearly undoes me right then and there, especially when he reaches down and grabs my leg, swinging it over Ethan’s thigh, opening me. Then he cups one of my breasts, his touch firm and tantalizing all at once.

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