Parker stroked his damp fingers along my bottom lip, and my tongue followed, tasting myself.
“I’m gonna need a bed ASAP,” Ash growled.
We moved to Parker’s room just off the living room, and the French doors clicked closed like a director’s clapboard starting the action. Parker gently brushed his fingers up one arm, across my back, and down the other. “How would you like her?”
“On the bed. Legs spread wide. I want to eat her pussy.”
I’d always called Ash’s eyes the pools leading to sin, but those were empty words compared to the depth of desire in them now. I’d had no idea how deep they went, but I knew I’d get a glimpse tonight.
Parker directed us to the bed, scooting back until he was pressed to the pillows. He shed his shirt before pulling me up between his legs—my back to his front. Ash’s shirt went next, and I marveled at the lean ripple of muscle covering every inch. He’d always been ripped, even in high school, but over the years, he bulked up and had a few tattoos across his hard flesh. He crawled up the bed and never looked away from my gaze once. Not even when Parker’s calloused tips started at my knee and scraped up my thigh, hitting the hem of my dress and tugging that to my hips.
The cool air brushed starkly against the wet heat saturating my core. Just the slightest sensation felt like too much, like a feather in the wind waiting to be tipped over the edge, but it was nothing compared to when Parker gripped the inside of my knees and pulled them apart.
Ash’s eyes dropped then and landed on my core like a physical touch, dragging a needy whimper from my parted lips. My chest heaved for air, trying to keep up with my racing heart, pumping adrenaline and fire through my veins. Needing an anchor, I linked my fingers with Parker’s and held on.
Ash scooted closer and, without looking away, asked, “What about her tits. Can I play with them?”
“If she’ll allow it.”
I nodded before he finished answering.
Ash’s hand moved at a snail’s pace closing the distance between us, and when he finally reached me, it was a butterfly-soft touch, stroking the smooth wet folds. Up one side and down the other, each time with a little more pressure, the circle closing in until he parted my pussy and finally circled down around my opening and up past my clit. I rocked my hips, searching for friction, only earning me a dark chuckle.
“Eager.”
“Horny,” I growled in response.
Another deep laugh, but as if his finger was attached to his body, when he leaned forward, his finger slid inside. Another finger joined the first, and he stopped a breath away from my mouth as if he wanted to taste me there but knew he couldn’t. He locked me in his gaze, inches apart, and slid his fingers in and out, the sound of my core trying to suck him back in obscene and blending with my whimpering cries.
“She’s tight,” Ash uttered.
“So fucking tight. If I was a less jealous man, I’d let you feel it yourself, but unfortunately for you, I’m not.”
“I’ll take this.”
“How many times did you fantasize about Nova in high school?” Parker asked.
I almost scoffed and said never for him when he shocked me. “So many times. I jerked off to the thought of bending sweet little Nova over the couch in our practice space and fucking right through that little virgin hymen.” At my wide-eyed stare, he smirked and shoved in hard, pulling a cry from me. “But not nearly as many times as you did.”
“I think I have everyone beat. Her pussy was all I thought about. Totally worth the wait.”
“We’ll see.” Ash leaned in and diverted to my chin, sucking down my neck into my cleavage.
As he progressed lower, Parker worked the other side, tugging both straps of my dress off my shoulders. As if Ash was waiting, as soon as the material cleared my nipples, he pounced, sucking the tip into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.
“Pierced fucking nipples. Fuck yeah,” he said in awe, almost to himself. He tortured and teased, moving from one breast to the other, working in tandem with Parker—while he sucked, Parker played. All the while, his fingers twisting and pulling and swirling until I was sure there was a mess on the bed under me.
Finally, Ash skipped over my bunched-up dress and wedged his shoulders between my thighs, his hot breath gentle puffs to my overly sensitized skin. I tried to thrust up to reach his mouth only to have him pull back and tsk.
“Please,” I whimpered.
“Supernova is a desperate little beggar. I fucking approve,” Ash taunted.
Parker’s laugh rumbled against my back, and frankly, I wasn’t sure this was what I imagined being tortured by two men at once was like.