“Give me your mouth, cupcake,” Cav commanded.
Jamie turned, keeping one hand fisted in my shirt as she leaned toward Cav. Their mouths melded together as I observed. I found I enjoyed watching Cav touching her, tasting her. Hearing about it was quite pleasurable, but actually seeing it for myself was breathtaking. I wanted to watch him pleasure her, to see his head between her legs, his mouth on her pussy.
Somehow, I managed to maneuver them over to the sofa as their mouths moved together. Their mingled moans and groans kept my body on high alert even as I mapped out a plan in my head.
“Sweetness,” I whispered softly, drawing her attention back to me.
When Cav released her lips, I claimed them, pulling her to me, unable to keep my hands from gliding over her smooth skin. She pressed into me, and I knew she was coming apart at the seams.
“If you’re not comfortable with this, say so.”
“Don’t stop. Please.”
“Turn around.”
Jamie turned so that her back was to me. I took a seat, then pulled her down onto my lap, her back against my chest. I brushed her hair out of my way, then pressed my lips to her neck, kissing, suckling, drawing out more moans of pleasure.
As though he knew exactly where I was leading us, Cav dropped to his knees between our legs, his palms gliding over her silky thighs. It was as though he couldn’t stop touching her. I knew the feeling. My hands itched to wander over every inch of her.
“I want to watch you come, sweetness,” I whispered, nipping the shell of her ear. “Would you like that?”
“Yes, Professor.”
“Tell me,” I insisted.
“I want you to watch me come, Professor.”
Damn, but she was sweet. I could feel her vibrating, her need trapped beneath all that soft, smooth skin.
Sliding my hands down over her breasts, I inched them lower, over her belly, between her legs. Pressing my palms against the insides of her thighs, I spread her legs wider, holding her there, keeping her close and opening her pussy to Cav’s hungry gaze.
“I need to watch Cav taste you,” I told her.
Jamie shifted, but I realized it was to allow me to have the perfect view of Cav.
“Have you ever had your pussy eaten, sweetness?”
“No, Professor,” she said on a rush of air, her breaths racing in and out of her lungs.
“Do you want to feel his tongue on your pussy?”
“Yes, Professor.”
“Ask him nicely.”
Her voice was raspy with desire when she said, “Please, Professor. Will you please lick me?”
“Explicitly,” I growled.
I heard her swallow hard, her voice trembling with desire. “Please, Professor. Will you lick my pussy?”
For fuck’s sake. My dick lurched, my body rock hard. Hearing those words from her sweet, innocent lips was nearly enough to have me shooting in my pants like a fucking teenager.
“It’ll be my pleasure, cupcake,” Cav told her, his eyes locked on her face.
He leaned forward, pressed his lips against her inner thigh, just beneath my fingertips.
Jamie moaned softly.
“Color, cupcake?” Cav insisted.
“Green, Professor.”
“Are you ready, sweetness? Are you ready for him to make you come?”
“God, yes.”
Evidently, Cav didn’t need any more permission than that. As he leaned in, I observed the scene playing out, holding on to Jamie, feeling more emotion than I’d ever felt before. Just touching her, holding her, feeling her move against me… It was intense.
I also realized the voice was gone.
And wondered how long that would last.
Jamie
NEVER.
Never, ever, ever.
I’d never in a million years expected so much feeling to bombard me. The overwhelming desire had my breaths labored and my muscles coiling tightly. And that was before Cav’s lips touched my skin so intimately. I thought it would be awkward to have an in-depth conversation during such an act, but I found it helped to soothe me. Knowing that Edge and Cav were right there with me every step of the way made it that much hotter.
Although I’d been out of my mind with lust the night Cav and I made out in his truck, it wasn’t anything like this. This felt way more intense.
On top of the overwhelming sensations, I didn’t expect so much … intimacy—yes, that was the right word—in what I’d always viewed as a taboo act. Yet here I was with Edge’s big, solid arms wrapped around me and Cav’s head between my thighs, his tongue doing wicked things to the sensitive folds of my pussy. Every now and again he would graze my clit, making me jump. It was a tease. Or perhaps a promise of what was to come.
I felt both cherished and vulnerable at the same time, but I didn’t want them to stop. In fact, I wasn’t sure I would ever want them to stop.
Cav’s lips wrapped around my clit and he flicked his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves. My hips shot forward, trying to get closer, needing more of that exquisite sensation. I’d never felt anything like it before. My vibrator didn’t hold a candle to his skilled ministrations. When Cav didn’t relent, my insides coiled tightly, drawing me closer and closer to the edge of sanity.
“Professor,” I whimpered, pressing against him, trying to get away from the almost painful pleasure Cav was inflicting. My entire body hummed with arousal, a tremor that started as a low vibration and was now sending shockwaves through every nerve ending, sparks of electricity firing in my cells. I was doing my best to remain quiet, but it wasn’t easy. The way Cav’s tongue flicked my clit had me crying out in ecstasy, on the verge of begging for more.
“What do you need, sweetness?” Edge mumbled in my ear, his deep, velvety voice an anchor in the chaos surging through me.
“I … I…” Truth was, I didn’t know what I needed. I’d never felt anything so pleasurable. Cav knew exactly where to press that delectable tongue to send violent surges of pleasure shooting into my core.
And when I thought it couldn’t get any better, Edge’s hands shifted from my thighs to my breasts. He wasn’t gentle as he kneaded them, every so often tweaking my nipples until I was crying out, air racing in and out of my lungs as I thought I would die from the sheer magnitude of what I was feeling. They were overloading my circuits, my mind spiraling in a desperate attempt to keep up with the heat coiling deep in my womb.
“Oh, God!” Unable to help myself, I reached out, slid my fingers into Cav’s hair. I wasn’t sure if I was pulling him closer or pushing him away, but he didn’t seem to mind.
My other hand curled over Edge’s arm and I held on.
It had to be a sight. Me sitting on Edge’s lap, legs spread wide, Cav’s blond head between my thighs. I suddenly wished I could see how we all looked to someone else.
That thought disappeared when Cav placed his hands under my thighs, forcing my knees closer to my chest as he devoured my pussy, feasting on me like a dying man.
“Oh, God,” I moaned. “Close… So close.”
“Tell him how it feels,” Edge urged.
“So good.” Better, in fact. “Oh, God, oh, God, oh…”
Our words seemed to encourage him.
Edge shifted on the sofa, his chest firmly against my back as his arms slid around my legs, hooking beneath my knees. His hands returned to my breasts and I found myself folded in half, pinned in place by his unyielding strength. I could feel his erection against my ass, and I wished he was naked. I wished he was driving deep inside me. I needed something to alleviate this greedy ache that was stealing my breath.
“Please, Cav.” My back arched when Cav hit the perfect spot. “Right there. Yes. Please. Right. There!”
The most powerful orgasm ripped through me. My core tightened, then every muscle in my entire body followed as the heat radiated out through every fiber of my being. It stole the air from my lungs, had me panting as shockwave after shockwave ricocheted thr
ough me.
“Come for us, sweetness,” Edge commanded roughly. “So fucking beautiful.”
I cried out, the spasms continuing to rock my body as more waves of mind-blowing pleasure slammed into me. And when it was over, I felt as though I’d been shot back to earth from a million miles away, no parachute, no soft landing in sight.
Hands that had been firm moments before were now gentle, caressing my skin, as Edge and Cav moved in closer, their warmth chasing away the chill that brushed against my overheated skin.
“Thank you, sweetness,” Edge whispered in my ear.
I wasn’t sure what he could possibly be thanking me for, but rather than question him, I tilted my head, sliding my cheek against his jaw, trying to nuzzle closer.
“You’re so beautiful when you come,” Cav said softly as he shifted to sit beside us.
I instantly reached for his hands, pulling his arms across my stomach, needing to have him as close as possible. My head rested against Edge’s shoulder and I worked to regulate my breathing.
I wasn’t sure what would happen next. Was it over? Were they finished with me for the evening? If they were, how did I feel about that?
Turning my head, I peered over at Cav, realized he was watching me. The look in his eyes was one I’d never seen before. It was a mixture of heat and … I wouldn’t go so far as to say love, but there was certainly emotion glittering in his baby blues.
When he reached for my cheek, I covered his hand with mine and stared back at him. Something spurred me to lean in, to press my lips to his. His kiss was gentle, almost reverent, but it wasn’t what I needed. I could tell both men had slowed down, allowing me to ease back into myself after that out-of-body experience. But I didn’t want that. I wasn’t ready for this encounter to be over.
It took a little finagling, but I managed to shift in Edge’s arms. I reached for Cav’s head, pulling him tighter to me, our tongues dancing. Heat and awareness prickled in the air and I could tell Cav was attempting to hold back.
“Please,” I murmured against his lips.
“Please, what, sweetness?” Edge asked, sliding my hair back over my shoulder, his lips brushing my jaw.
They moved until I was sandwiched between them, Cav on his back on the sofa, my body draped over him while Edge propped himself against the sofa cushions, his leg over the back of my thighs.
“I don’t want this to end,” I admitted softly, loving the way they both touched me.
“It’s just getting started,” Edge assured me, his mouth brushing my ear.
“Tonight?”
Edge chuckled. “Not everything happens in one night.”
I wanted to pout, but my body was too sated to put forth the effort. Instead, I rested my head on Cav’s chest, pressed into Edge’s body, and closed my eyes.
It didn’t have to happen in one night.
But it did have to happen.
And yes, as far as I was concerned, we were definitely just getting started.
CAV
“SHE’S ASLEEP,” I INFORMED EDGE WHEN I joined him in the kitchen.
After Jamie had passed out on top of me, we decided to call it a night. I moved her into Edge’s bed, then stood there for a moment watching her. I probably should’ve offered to get her home, but the thought of her sleeping alone without us wasn’t one I wanted to contemplate. Being selfish, I simply let her sleep.
“Why didn’t you mention making out with her in your truck?”
Well, so much for small talk. I leaned back against the granite countertop. “Didn’t realize I needed to.”
“We discussed this.”
I waited for him to clarify. He didn’t. “Discussed what?”
“No sex.”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I felt my defenses fall into place. “We discussed a lot of things. Since you deviated from the plan, I figured I would, too.”
His shoulders tensed. “How did I deviate?”
“You avoided Zeke all damn week. And when I realized you weren’t gonna spend time with Jamie until you talked to him, I figured I’d use some of your allotted time.”
“That didn’t mean sex.”
I sighed, dropped my arms. “There was no sex.”
Edge stood silently for what felt like an eternity. I could see his brain working, knew he was trying to come up with another reason to bitch me out.
His attention shifted to the drink in his hand. “Are you staying tonight?”
Not the question I expected, but a good one, nonetheless. Was I? “Do you want me to?”
Edge’s sharp blue gaze cut to me. “Yes. I’d like you to stay the night.”
That was one thing I liked about Edge. He was a very decisive man. Ask him what he wanted for dinner, he would tell you. Ask him what movie he wanted to see, he’d throw one out there. He was very straightforward, which was one thing that made him a damn good Dominant.
On the other hand, he wasn’t the type to go with the flow. Once he had his mind set on something, he didn’t deviate. Hence the reason this thing with him and Jamie and me seemed to be dragging out.
“Then I’ll stay.”
“Good. I’m gonna put the pizza in the oven, heat it up.”
“I could eat.”
“Do we need to discuss what’s happening between us?” Edge asked as he poured a second drink, then passed it over to me.
“I don’t know. Do we?”
He turned, leaned against the counter, and stared at me. His gaze dropped to my mouth a couple of times and there was no doubt he was reliving our kiss from earlier in his office. I had done that more than once tonight myself.
Neither of us said anything and I decided to give the guy a break. Clearly, he had a lot on his mind and having me sitting here was making him edgy.
I knocked back the scotch, let it burn all the way down.
“Mind if I take a shower?” I asked, setting my empty glass on the counter. “Before the pizza’s ready?”
His gaze locked with mine. He nodded as he lifted his glass to his lips.
Needing a few minutes to myself, I headed toward the guest bedroom, walked right through it and into the adjoining bath. After flipping on the water, I stripped off my clothes, stepped inside, the oversized glass door closing behind me. I let the water flow over me, soaping up as my thoughts drifted to Jamie. I could still taste her on my tongue, and the reminder made me desperate to taste her again.
I was nearly finished when I heard the door open. I watched as Edge came into the bathroom, his gaze on me the entire time.
I didn’t look away, even as he stripped off his clothes and joined me.
The man’s body was honed to perfection. All sleek lines and defined muscle. The dark hair on his chest angled downward, leading right to his impressive cock. Having been naked with him during numerous encounters with submissives over the years, I’d seen him in all his glory plenty of times. But somehow this was different. I was allowed to look my fill, to not ignore the way my mouth watered to taste him.
When he walked up to me, I forced my gaze upward. Despite the need glowing in his eyes, I could tell he had something on his mind.
“How does this work?” he asked, eliminating the distance between us. His words were clipped, his frustration evident.
To give him room, I moved back, watching him intently. “How does what work?”
“This. Us. You and me. How does it work?”
That was a good question, one I didn’t have an answer for.
Edge didn’t seem to have a problem vocalizing though. “No matter how much I want it, I can’t see how it works.”
I smirked, pretending to misunderstand. I knew he wasn’t talking about logistics, but I preferred he tell me how he expected it to go down.
His hand snapped out, circling around my neck as he pressed up against me, sandwiching me between his hard body and the wall. We were toe to toe, chest to chest.
Skin to skin.
“Do you want me to dominate you?” he g
rowled.
“No.”
He frowned. “Do you want to dominate me?”
“No.”
Edge leaned in, his mouth hovering over mine. “You’re confusing me, Cav. How do you see this working?”
I didn’t answer because I didn’t know. I wanted him, I craved him. Perhaps I always had. But it hadn’t been about dominating him or submitting to him. I knew he was one of those guys who saw everything in black and white. Rarely were there shades of gray.
“I need to know, Cav,” he groaned softly.
“No, you don’t. You need to stop thinkin’. Let it happen.”
His hand tightened on my neck. It wasn’t painful, but there was enough pressure to keep me riveted to the moment. Admittedly, I liked seeing this aggressive side of Edge. It was a rare sight. The man was always in control and I liked that I could push that.
“Tell me how it works,” Edge insisted, his lips brushing mine.
I kissed him. It was the only answer I had. I slid my hand into his hair and held him there as our mouths joined. There was nothing gentle or exploratory about this kiss, either. It was hard and rough. Both of us taking as much as we could, giving equally in return.
The steam drifted around us as we constantly shifted, the physical power play taking place right there in the shower. No matter what, Edge seemed to be the more dominant, his need to overpower me too great. Since I didn’t give a shit who was in control, I gave in, leaning into him as his tongue battled mine.
When we jerked apart like two boxers having been forced into their own corners, I stared at Edge, waiting to see what he would say, what he would do. It all came down to who was willing to take first. I had already given in to him. I certainly didn’t mind doing it again, but I knew Edge couldn’t relinquish control.
Just when I thought he was going to ask another question, Edge shocked me. Separated by at least three feet, he went to his knees on the tiled floor, his eyes never leaving mine.
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