Relief lets me know this is the right thing. This is one of the many reasons I needed Miles and Sam. Miles for his protective nature. His knowledge of me. The way he makes me feel coveted. Needy. Sam for his explosive hunger and the promise of more than I could ever imagine. “Yes. I agree.”
“Good girl.” I can sense him staring hard at Sam over my shoulder. “No fucking her tonight, understand? Not yet, no matter how badly that virgin hole tempts us. She had her first kiss less than twenty-four hours ago. Hasn’t even seen a man’s cock yet, let alone taken two at the same time. We break her in slowly.”
“The last thing I want to do is scare her,” Sam says, coming to his feet slowly. “But hell, I need a taste of something. Any part of her. I’m dying.”
Miles grunts. “Sam, go sit on the couch in the living room.”
Sam hesitates. At first I think his pride is getting in the way of doing as Miles asks, but the hunger banked in his eyes tells a different story. Like he doesn’t mind the order as much as he’s letting on. With a smirk in Miles’s direction, Sam strips off his white T-shirt before swaggering to the living room, the low light kissing his flexing, tattooed brawn all the way, the muscles of his thighs testing the confines of his jeans. My God, how did two of the sexiest, most masculine men on the planet happen to end up in the same place at the same time? The universe must be imbalanced.
“Come,” Miles says, picking me up in his arms and following after Sam. We stop in front of the couch where Sam has flopped down, one arm thrown over the back of the cushions. His posture is casual, but his eyes are almost black with thirst.
For me.
My pulse races in response.
“Seems to me, we better start off on even ground,” Miles says, voice low. “I got to kiss her last night. Now you get a turn.”
Sam’s chest starts to heave. “Please.”
Miles strokes a hand over my hair. “Straddle him, Cassie. Just like you’re riding a horse.”
Breathless, I settle one knee onto the couch and then the other, my backside settling onto Sam’s thighs. We’re still kind of far apart, but his magnetism is almost too much to bear up close. True to Miles’s comparison to riding a horse, Sam does remind me of a stallion that has yet to be broken.
“Scoot closer,” Miles says, leaning down to kiss my neck. “Just a little. I don’t want your pussy touching his cock yet. I don’t want to have to haul him off you when he can’t help himself and tries to fuck it.”
“Okay,” I whisper, easing my thighs open a little and inching forward on denim-covered muscle while Sam groans, as if I’m hurting him. “L-like this?”
“Yes. That’s far enough.”
Sam leans in, breathing hard, stopping a mere inch from my mouth. “Let me taste her. I need to fucking taste her.”
A beat passes. “Kiss.”
Sam’s shaking fingers tunnel in my hair, his mouth preying almost violently on mine. At the first twist of our lips on top of each other, he chokes out a sound and opens his eyes. I open mine at the same time and we’re both visibly stunned by the current that sizzles through us. It’s similar to the one I felt kissing Miles last night, but this one is more restless and erratic, as opposed to consuming and drugging.
His tongue works into my mouth and presses deep, dragging in and out, his hands wild in my hair, keeping me close. Beneath me, his body shifts impatiently, like a line inside of him is getting ready to snap. There’s a yen, deep in my being, begging me to soothe the frayed edges inside Sam, and I do, I can’t help it. I take the sides of his bristly face in my hands and give him my tongue, moaning when he sucks on it. When he growls against my lips, “Christ, what is that taste?” He searches my face. “What is it?”
“Heaven,” Miles rasps. I hear a hollow sound behind me and sense Miles has gone down on his knees. My theory is confirmed when his chest presses to my back. “Sam, keep control of yourself. I’m going to show you her tits.”
Looking down, I watch Miles’s hands gather the hem of my nightshirt, tugging it up and over my head. When my breasts are revealed, Sam’s eyes widen and he lunges forward, but Miles puts a hand out to catch his shoulder, stopping Sam from putting his mouth on me.
“I said, control yourself,” Miles says in a hard voice.
“How can I?” He licks his lips. “They’re so fucking smooth and sweet.”
“Yes, they are. Proof God sent her to tempt us.” Miles kisses my bare shoulder, his hands lifting to cup and squeeze my breasts from behind. “Ah, Jesus. Feel how supple they are.”
Sam extends a hand toward my chest, his Adam’s apple moving up and down as his fingertips graze one of my nipples, a shot of sensation straight to my core making me gasp and toss my head back on Miles’s shoulder. “Please, I need to suck them,” Sam whispers thickly.
Both of Miles hands are on my breasts now, rubbing them in gentle circles, swamping me in heat. Sam’s mouth hovers inches away from the puckered tips, waiting, panting. Finally, Miles lifts them higher, offering them to Sam. “Go easy. Treat them like the treasures they are.”
Sam swallows audibly and nods. I can’t help but arch my back the closer he gets, his hot breaths feathering my nipples and making them harder. I’m whimpering by the time he touches the tip of his tongue to my right nipple, a shudder going through him. And then he takes the puckered peak fully into his mouth and worries it between the roof of his mouth and the flat of his tongue.
Lust crashes through me, scalding and thick. It almost hurts to look down and see Miles holding my breasts while Sam feasts on them, because the picture it makes is so erotic. Oh, and the sounds Sam makes, groaning brokenly, his tongue lapping at me, suckling, his face contorting with pain every so often. Am I doing that to him?
“Fuck,” Sam says in a rush, pulling back. “She’s going to make me come, whining and pushing them at me like that.”
Is that what I’m doing?
Yes.
I can’t help it.
Sam’s mouth, Miles’s hands…I’ve been missing them all along.
More more more.
Miles’s right hand lets go of my breast and trails down my stomach, cupping my womanhood, and I cry out, my body convulsing wildly between the two men. “Miles!” I sob. “S-Sam.”
“Goddamn,” Miles breathes in my ear. “Her panties are dripping wet. I reckoned a virgin wouldn’t be able to handle us fucking her too soon. But look at her…”
“Oh, I’m looking.” Sam licks his lips. “You dick-starved, baby?”
“Certainly seems that way,” Miles responds. “She’s a horny little thing. Still, I’m not taking any chances.”
I rest my head back on Miles’s shoulder and look him in the eye, his face a mask of pure starvation. “It’s not taking chances if it’s you two.”
Miles lowers his mouth to mine, flickering his tongue into my mouth, teasing my tongue until I’m kissing him back in desperation, my hips writhing on Sam’s knees while he fondles my breasts.
Miles breaks contact with a grunt. “We already know Cassie is special. But I’m starting to think there’s something special about her pussy. It’s primed for what it doesn’t understand. She might not be overwhelmed if we fuck her tonight.” Miles’s middle finger traces the slit of my sex through my panties and an orgasm wells up in my belly, painful, ready to pop. “I think it’s the intensity of her own pleasure that might overwhelm her. Won’t it, Cassie?”