Chapter Nine #2
“Shh, shh,” Jesse crooned in her ear. She was dimly aware that he’d risen to sit beside her on the couch, stroking her hair, her face to soothe while sensation spread, little lightning strikes under the skin. She heard her own whimpers, the desperate cries for less, for more spilling from her lips.
Knox lifted his head, eyes sharp, to stare into hers. “Do you want more, Chloe?”
She stared at him, at the color that had bloomed on his cheekbones, the wet that slicked his mouth. Her hand was tangled in his hair, and she wondered when that had happened.
“Chloe?” Jesse prompted and she remembered they’d asked her a question.
“More?” she repeated, swallowing hard. She didn’t know what that meant. They’d said no sex, and that was both a relief and a disappointment. But if they weren’t going to fuck her, then what did more mean?
“Do you want us to make you come, honey?” Jesse asked.
She’d never, ever had anyone ask her that, and she had the dim, faint thought that that was a damn shame, because it was hot as hell. “Yes.”
Knox bent his head and lapped at her nipple, then rubbed his chin over it. His beard was soft and thick—it was like being petted with a luxurious pelt. “You sure, darling?”
She used her grip on his hair to bring his face back to hers. “I’m sure.”
Jesse’s laugh was soft in her ear. “I think she’s sure, Knox.”
“Well, then.” Placing one broad hand on her belly, he gave her a gentle nudge. “Lie back, love.”
Warmth spreading through her at the endearment, she eased back.
Jesse moved as she did, scooting back on the couch and bringing her with him so she lay with her back against his chest, her ass cradled by his thighs.
With Jesse’s hands resting on her rib cage, Knox grasped her knees, gently nudged them apart, then knelt between them.
“We’re going to take your pants off, Chloe. Is that okay?”
She couldn’t make her voice work, so she just nodded, and Jesse’s hands skimmed down.
She watched, rapt, as those long, strong fingers hooked the waist of her leggings and tugged.
“Fuck,” Jesse groaned when her panties came into view. “White cotton panties.”
Chloe blushed, and Knox smiled.
“He loves white cotton panties,” Knox told her, his voice lowered as though he was sharing a secret. “Lift up, sweetheart.”
She dug in her heels and obeyed, and he slid the leggings down to her knees. He worked them off one foot, then the other, setting them on the coffee table before returning to kneel between her now bare legs.
“Jesus, Chloe,” Jesse said, his voice a rumble in her ear, at her back. “Jesus, look at you.”
She was looking. Between Jesse’s jean-clad legs, her bare ones were pale, and her panties were so bright they all but glowed.
Her belly was quivering under Jesse’s hands, her breasts shimmying with every beat of her heart.
His chest was hot against her back, the skin growing slick with sweat, and poking her in the lower back was the unmistakable jut of an erection.
And it wasn’t the only one. Kneeling between her knees, Knox grimaced and reached down to adjust himself.
“You can take your pants off,” she blurted out suddenly.
Knox sent her a wry smile. “No, we can’t.”
She eyed his erection dubiously. “But—”
“Baby, if we get naked, this is going to go a lot faster and a lot further than we want it to,” Jesse told her. “Tonight’s about you.”
She twisted to look up at him, frowning. “That’s hardly fair.”
“Too bad,” Knox said, and she swiveled back to look at him. “Majority rules, and it’s two against one.”
“You lose,” Jesse said cheerfully. “Or win, depending on how you look at it.”
She shook her head, ready to protest, when Jesse slid his hands up her belly to cup her breasts. Her breath caught in her throat as he hefted their slight weight, squeezing gently, and scraped his thumbs, rough with callouses, over her nipples.
“What were you saying?” he prompted.
“You don’t play fair,” she choked out.
Jesse chuckled, warm and wicked. “Nope. Lucky you.”
“While you’re doing that,” Knox drawled. “I believe I’ll busy myself with these pretty panties.”
Chloe blinked hazy eyes at Knox, watching his fingers toy with the waistband of her panties. Her belly quivered, nerves and anticipation, but her focus was scattered by the magic Jesse was weaving on her nipples, and Knox slipped the panties from her hips with ease.
Jesse groaned behind her, the sound harsh and ragged, and Knox hissed, his gaze locked between her bare thighs. The panties fell unheeded to the floor, and caught between embarrassment and pleasure, Chloe instinctively brought her thighs together.
“Oh, hell no,” Jesse said even as Knox caught her by the calves and spread her legs apart, draping her thighs over Jesse’s. He shifted his legs higher and wider, forcing hers to do the same, and cool air washed over the wet, hot flesh of her pussy.
Her face hot, her body hotter, Chloe squirmed in Jesse’s hold, her hands clutching his thighs. “Knox,” she pleaded.
“What?” he asked absently, his entire focus on her pussy, spread wide in front of him.
She didn’t know how to answer him, how to tell him that this was embarrassing and arousing and just too much to handle, but Jesse spoke before she could figure it out.
“You’re so beautiful, Chloe,” he murmured, dipping his head down so he spoke directly in her ear, his hands firm on her breasts, his erection like a brand against her back. “Let him look. He needs to look.”
She squirmed, rubbing against Jesse’s back, his hands. God, the room felt like an inferno. And Knox’s eyes didn’t shift even an inch from her pussy. “Why?”
“Because it’s hot,” Jesse said baldly. “Isn’t it?”
Hot wasn’t the word. Inflammatory was closer. Incendiary closer still. She was going to catch fire and burn to ash any second.
“Look at him, Chloe,” Jesse whispered. “He’s so aroused, so focused. Like nothing exists for him right now but your pussy.”
“Does he always do this?” she managed.
Jesse hummed in his throat. “He’s a focused kind of guy. Never seem him like this, though. Hey, Knox?”
Knox lifted his head. “Yeah?”
Chloe stared. His eyes were heavy and dark, his cheeks flushed. His mouth was wet, as though he’d been licking his lips in anticipation of a particularly delicious meal.
“You’re freaking Chloe out a little bit,” Jesse told him.
Knox’s gaze flicked to her, a hint of a smile softening the savage hunger for a moment. “Sorry, darling. I got a little distracted.”
Jesse’s soft laugh made her shiver. “An understatement.”
Knox’s hands, heavy and warm on her calves, began to slide up. “You still okay with me touching you?”
“Yes, I’m just…” She stopped to wet her lips, her heart picking up speed when his eyes followed the motion. When his hands clenched briefly on her knees before continuing up.
“Just what, darling?”
“Nervous,” she finished.
Knox’s rumbling purr was somehow both soothing and amused. “I don’t think you’re nervous.”
Could’ve fooled her. “I’m not?”
He shook his head slowly, hair dancing over his bare shoulders. “Nope.”
“How…can you tell?”
“If you were nervous,” he said conversationally, “I don’t think you’d be doing that.”
He inclined his head, dropping his eyes to her pussy once again, and she followed his gaze to see her hips, with no conscious direction from her, arching up in an unmistakable search for touch.
“That’s not a nervous pussy,” Knox went on while her mouth dropped open in shock. “That’s an eager pussy.”
“A needy pussy,” Jesse put in, stroking his thumbs over her nipples.
“A pretty-please-make-me-come pussy,” Knox finished.
“I had no idea my pussy was so polite,” Chloe croaked out.
Male laughter rang out, but she was too far gone to laugh along.
Knox’s hands were at the tops of her thighs now, his thumbs right in that tender crease where leg meets hip.
She was wet there, she knew—hell, she was probably leaving a puddle on the couch underneath her, and wondered wildly if someone ought to grab a towel—which he could not only see now, but feel.
And smell, she realized when he leaned down and with his nose mere inches away, inhaled deeply. “Fuck, you smell good,” he muttered and she didn’t know whether to be aroused or embarrassed—no one had ever commented on how she smelled before.
“What’s she smell like, babe?” Jesse asked, his voice hoarse while he plucked and stroked and rubbed her nipples.
“Like the ocean and cotton candy,” Knox replied and inhaled again.
“Is that good?” she managed, blushing to the roots of her hair and wondering if she could excuse herself to take a quick shower.
“I fucking love it,” Knox growled, staring up at her from between her thighs. “I want a taste.”
She didn’t know what she was supposed to say to that. Okay? Be my guest? Hurry the fuck up?
“Can he, Chloe?” Jesse pushed his hands down, down, over her belly and beyond, to lay them on her spread thighs, his long fingers just teasing the edges of her labia. “Can he taste you?”
Holy shit, this was the hottest moment of her life. It was the hottest moment of anyone’s life. “Yes.”
Knox’s rumble of—relief? Approval?—was nearly drowned out by Jesse’s next words. “Can I help him, Chloe?”
She didn’t know how that was supposed to work—and really, Knox didn’t look like he needed help. But saying yes had gotten her this far, and if it ain’t broke… “Yes.”
“That’s my girl,” Jesse said softly. “Reach up, sweetheart, and wrap your arms around my neck.”
She obeyed instantly, uncurling her hands from his thighs and reaching back, linked them behind his neck.
The position lifted her slightly, pushing her breasts out, making her hips arch.
Both men murmured in approval, in desire, and though her body flushed with heat there was no embarrassment this time.
It was pure power.
“That’s it,” Jesse encouraged and dropped his head so his cheek rubbed against hers. “Now, I want you to watch Knox, okay? No matter what happens, watch him. Can you do that?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“That’s my girl. Keep watching. And remember, anytime you need to slow down, or stop, or you get uncomfortable, you just let us know, okay, sweetheart?”
She turned her head to stare into his eyes, so close to hers. They were full of heat and need and promise, and the last of her lingering nerves faded away. “Okay.”
He smiled and rubbed his nose against hers in a surprisingly tender caress. “Watch.”
She turned to look into Knox’s eyes, so sharp, so fierce. The same promise that lived in Jesse’s eyes lived in his, solid and sure and, wanting to give him some of what he was giving her, she sent him a wicked smile.
“Are you waiting for an engraved invitation?” she asked and sent her hips in a slow, lazy roll.
He blinked, startled, then laughed, smooth as sin. “Sassy girl.”
“Lonely girl,” she said with a pout and added another hip wiggle.
“Can’t have that, can we, Jesse?” Knox drawled.
“No, sir,” Jesse said, laughter and lust rich in his voice.
“Do it,” Knox ordered.
Jesse moved his hands, sliding them inward along her thighs so he was touching her pussy. She caught her breath at the touch even as she blinked in confusion. She thought Knox was going to go down on her, so why was Jesse…?
Then her mouth dropped open in a surprised O, for she had her answer when Jesse peeled her labia back to lay her open for Knox’s mouth.
Who spared her one sly, wicked grin before diving in face first.