Chapter Twenty Two #2
“If you don’t want my attention to wander, you’ll need to do a better job at pleasuring me.
” Rhys’ blue eyes burst with approval, his hand wrapping around my throat and roughly shoving me to lie back onto the island.
I arch, hissing. The marble counter is cold against my skin, not that I have time to gasp as Rhys rips my jeans and panties off in one smooth, practiced move.
Dragging me closer to the edge, he throws my legs over his shoulders.
I don’t have time to be embarrassed as his fingers dive into my slick heat, my core clenching around him instantly.
I can’t hear Rhys’ praise, but I can sense it.
Hummed against my thigh, muttered between hot, wet kisses.
My hands fist by my sides with nothing close by to grab onto, all of my willpower going into not giving Rhys the satisfaction of bringing me to orgasm so quickly.
Pumping his fingers leisurely, the pad of his tongue scrapes over my clit before he takes it into his mouth.
I moan, writhing against the onslaught of pleasure consuming my body.
Distracted by the colors bursting behind my closed eyelids, I flinch at the touch of a mouth covering mine.
Not believing my own mind, my eyes fly open to find Clay leaning over me.
His blond waves tickle my neck, a deprivation to his black eyes I didn’t expect.
Rhys quickens his pace, thrusting his fingers into me while his mouth devours my clit and draws strangled cries from me.
Well there’s no acting coy now. Throwing away all inhibitions, I grab Clay by the neck and drag him down to clash my mouth against his.
His lips are fuller than Rhys’, soft and tentative.
I don’t let him withdraw now, my chest heaving and noises muffled by his mouth.
On my next gasp, his tongue darts into my mouth almost hesitantly, which I take full advantage of.
Clay might want to take baby steps, but my body is balancing on a tightrope above an abyss. There’s no time for hesitancy.
Delving my tongue into his mouth, my hands fist in his hair and shirt desperately.
I need him to follow me into the fire. Within seconds, his tongue is battling against mine, my moans swallowed whole.
I bite his bottom lip, nibbling along his stubbled jawline before returning to his mouth that’s waiting to devour me.
Needing more, I search for his hand and cover my breast with it, squeezing hard in encouragement.
This is a fluke, one I’m sure will not happen again, so I might as well see how far we can go.
I’m past the point of return now, my head spinning and my core tightening.
Rhys is relentless, sucking and licking my clit like his favorite lollypop.
He adds another finger into me, pumping more vigorously and dragging me closer to sweet release.
I want to give it to him, but I also don’t want this to end.
As his confidence grows, Clay breaks our kiss to latch onto my hardened nipple, taunted insistently by his hand.
His tongue is like a caress after the bite mark Rhys left there, the clash of aggressive and gentle on different parts of my body causing me to spiral.
Nothing exists beyond the building orgasm that’s threatening to be my ruin, and the two men staking a united claim over me.
With a hand embedded in both of their hair, I grind shamelessly against Rhys’ mouth and pull Clay as close as possible to chase my release.
It answers my call immediately, the dam breaking in a rush of ecstasy.
My back arches, my pussy crushing Rhys’ ever moving fingers.
Strangled moans I’m glad I can’t hear escape my throat, which Clay kisses and nibbles his way across.
I shudder at the throbbing of my clit, at the throes of rapture overriding my limbs.
Rhys finally stops his tormenting, his breath fanning my center as he watches the display with rapt interest.
Withdrawing his fingers, Rhys stands and nudges Clay aside.
Even after we’ve just proven they don't always have to butt heads, there’s a battle of shoulders before Rhys leans down and captures my lips in a kiss coated with my own arousal.
It’s chaste, purely intended for the reason to claim.
His eyes are wild, a smirk dancing across his lips.
I can’t see Clay, but his fingers are trailing a pattern up and down my arm to let me know he’s still here.
I blow out a laugh, the realization of what we just did settling in.
Holy crap, we’ve crossed a line, and I don’t want to go back. I want more. There has to be more.
My head lolls to the side as my body enters the blissfully numb aftermath stage.
That is, until a tiny flash of red from the living area catches my attention.
My eyes narrow, a wash of cold settling over my naked body.
I reach up gripping Rhys’ shoulder as I make a pointless event to cover myself, twisting away from the open laptop set on the living room coffee table.
I know I can’t hear their answers, but I need to ask the question burning my tongue anyway.
“Um…guys? How long has the light on Clay’s camera been on?”