Page 34 of Theirs to Treasure

I have no idea who is doing what to me, and the lack of knowledge is a sensual thrill.

Fingers trail down my back to rest possessively at the base of my spine, holding me prisoner for their sensual torment.

On and on it goes until liquid heat spills through me.

I moan as an orgasm begins to unfurl.

“I can smell your arousal,” Forrest says.

So that means he can’t be the one kissing me.

One of my heroes slides his hand inside my panties, and I end the kiss with a gasp.

“I’m going to get you off, sweet princess,” Zev whispers against my ear. “If that’s what you want.”

Absolutely.Because I know they will demand my verbal consent, I somehow manage to force out a plaintive, “Yes.”

He touches my pussy, and I’m ready to explode.

“Take it.” He moves his hand.

Frantically I begin to gyrate my hips.

“You deserve this.” With his touch, he teases me, encourages me not to hold back.

Zev—at least I think it’s him—presses a thumb against my clit, and I nearly rocket out of my skin.

“Come for us,” Forrest urges.

“No need to be quiet,” Zev informs me. “Give us every one of your reactions.”

The brothers suck my nipples into their mouths once more as Zev strokes me faster and faster. Shamelessly I jerk against him, wanting this,needingit.

Then Zev cups my breast and squeezes it as he gently nips my sensitive, hardened tip.

Screaming out both of their names, I orgasm, pitching forward, unable to support my own weight.

But I’m captured in strong arms and held tight while I drag in gulps of air.

When I finally manage to pry my eyes open, I blink to clear away a gossamer haze. When my vision comes into focus, Zev is smiling.

He slides his hand from the gusset of my panties, and he raises his fingers to his nose to inhale my essence.

Then, making my mouth fall open from shock, he coats one of my nipples with the dampness, and Forrest licks it off.

How is it possible that this is the evening that I’m having?

When I think about the millions of things that could have happened today, imagining what could have gone wrong, I count my blessings that these two men decided to protect and care for me.

Forrest looks up. “Exquisite.”

Unable to help myself, I stroke back hair from his forehead.

The two are amazing.

A minute or so later, when I’m fully recovered, Forrest takes his phone from an inside jacket and sets it aside before requesting I undress him.

This was the demand I expected from him earlier.

---