“That so? Hmm... well, I think if she’s going to get anything from us, the first thing she needs to do is ask for it right.” What?
Kane wrenched his lips away from mine again. “Yeah that’s true.” He drew his hands out of my hair, and they both spun me so that I was facing Fox again. I stood stock still, blinking myopically. I honestly had no idea what the fuck was going on. “Well, what are you waiting for? You heard the man. Ask nicely.” Kane’s fingers were back in my hair, but this time tilting my head backward so that I was forced to look Fox in the eye.
When I did, a feeling spread over me that I couldn’t quite pin down. It was tinged with something I could almost name... familiarity? Recognition? I blinked faster this time, sweeping the thoughts away. Surely it was the wine or the endorphin rush of the situation getting the better of me. Kane tugged my hair again, and I kicked back into gear. “Please,” I pleaded with Fox.
“Please what?”
“Please take your clothes off.”
“You don’t need to ask twice.” He made quick work of stripping out of his tight black jeans and fitted T-shirt. It turned out he wasn’t wearing any underwear either, though I doubted it was for the same reasons as me. I stole a moment to take in his naked form. He was lean, and ripped, and perfect, just like Kane. His skin looked as smooth as alabaster, and was totally unblemished except a small tattoo on his upper right arm—eight numbers stacked on top of each other. 0721 then underneath 0408.
“What’s this?” I reached out as I spoke.
“Don’t touch that. Don’t ever fucking touch that.” He jumped back as though my fingers were radioactive.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean—” I raised my hands in a gesture both of apology and of surrender. I had no idea what I’d done wrong, but I was sorry, regardless.
Fox moved away from me, his long, lean legs placing him feet apart in a matter of a few strides. What the fuck? I’d been so focused on Fox that I’d almost forgotten Kane, until he came into view from behind me, as he strode toward Fox.
He was naked too, now. He must have stripped off at the same time as Fox. Both guys were still sporting wood as Kane approached his best friend, and gripped him by the shoulders. He bent his knees a little, ducking his head to force himself into Fox’s line of vision.
When he had his friend’s attention, he straightened up again, staring him down. Neither of them spoke, but clearly something was being said in the look they exchanged, as a few moments later, Fox nodded, and Kane slapped him on the back, a tight smile gracing his lips. I was totally lost as to what the hell was happening, but it definitely wasn’t what I’d describe as normal. Not that going back to someone’s room for a threesome was what constituted normal for me, anyway.
“Maybe I should just—”
“No!” Jesus, Kane moved like a puma. He was both quick and graceful.
This time his mouth on me was ferocious. No... frantic. He ravaged my lips, my jawline, my neck, and my clavicle, with brutal, needy kisses, leaving a trail of orgasmic sensation in his wake.
“Sorry about before, he’s just... Stay, please. We both want this.”
Against my better judgement, I nodded slowly. I could tell they wanted me, not just because of Kane’s words, delivered as hot pants into the base of my neck, but because each of them was thrusting his hard-on into me.
Kane turned me around again, then snaked his hands round to the front of me, circled each of my tits, and squeezed. As if on cue, Fox lowered his head, first drawing one nipple into his mouth and sucking hard, and then the other. Holy shit. My head lolled backward to rest on Kane’s hard chest—he and Fox shared a very similar build—just as he clamped down on the tender skin between my neck and shoulder, and sucked even harder.
There would be a mark there when he was done, for sure, but that was the least of my concerns. I was slack-jawed and weak at the knees, and I had no idea what I was getting myself into with these guys, or really even why, but something was compelling me to go ahead.
They confused and intrigued me in equal measure, though nowhere near as much as they turned me on.
Chapter 16
Kane
“This way.” I’d started walking backward toward the couch, coaxing the two of them with me. They obliged, and when we got there, I lowered Rose and me onto it. Fox knelt on the floor, and pushed our legs a little wider apart. As he lowered his mouth to her, Rose stiffened.
“Relax. We won’t do anything you don’t want to do, but try to go with the flow. The more chilled you are, the better this will be. Breathe.”
A few moments later she settled into me, her head returning to its previous position against my chest. “Good girl.” I slipped my hands back in front of her to squeeze her tits once again, concentrating on the nipples this time. Between the two of us, we must have hit the spot as Rose’s eyelids slid shut, and her mouth gaped open a little.
Such a simple thing, but one of the hottest sights I’d seen in a long time, until I looked down to watch Fox working her over with his mouth. I had to bite the inside of my lip so hard to stop me from coming, or passing out, or both, that I actually drew blood.
The pain took my mind off the fact that watching my best friend’s tongue snake in and out of, and flick around the clit of, a woman we were about to destroy was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Not only that, but I didn’t want to come before we got to the apex of the action.
When Rose stiffened again, this time arching her back and clamping down on her own bottom lip, while trying to draw her legs closer together, I knew we had her.
“Don’t fight it. Let yourself feel good.” As before, I spoke into her ear, not even loud enough for Fox to catch what I was saying.
Fox pushed her legs further apart again, and held them that way while she came.
“I want to hear you.” I squeezed her nipples hard as I spoke.
Keeping her eyes closed, she let her mouth hang open again, and screamed her release. While she was still coming, I repositioned us, slipping lower so that I was almost lying down, and lifting Rose so that I could gently slide her down my length. As I bent my legs, causing Rose to do the same, Fox got up from the floor, this time resting his knees on the edge of the couch between our legs, before lowering himself down so that he was almost on top of us.
Rose had started gently rotating her hips around me, but as Fox lowered himself, she stilled. I got the sense she was holding her breath, waiting for his next move. When it came, and Fox slowly and gently pushed inside her pussy as well as me, her breath hitched.
“Breathe. Trust me?” She nodded slowly. Well you shouldn’t. The words hovered at the edge of my lips, but I managed to hold them back. “Good.” I moved one hand back to her head, threading my fingers into her hair, and placed the other at her hip, holding her tight. “Don’t try to move. We’ll do everything. We’re gonna make you feel so good.”
Fox brought his hands to her hips as well, one covering mine, the other directly onto her skin. He started moving slowly, then brought his gaze up to meet mine. The look of steely determination in his eyes chilled my blood.
When he was done, I moved slowly back and forth the same way, and we established a rhythm alternating between the two of us. We kept the pace slow initially, aware that it was Rose’s first time with two guys inside her that way, and I didn’t want to freak her out by pushing her limits. I had no idea what Fox was thinking—his expression was inscrutable, and it was the first time in a long time that I couldn’t read him.