Chapter 25
I owe it to these men to be fully present with them here tonight, because it’s the only way I’m going to be able to figure out what my heart wants.
When they kiss me again, I give all of myself to it. It’s not hard—in fact, it’s the easiest thing in the world to forget about everything else when I’m kissing them.
I even forget that we’re in a public place. When I tug part of Felix’s shirt hem out of his jeans and sneak my fingers onto the bare skin of his torso, his voice comes out thick. “Want to go back to the room?”
The question is the wake-up call I need, and I pull back. “I have to tell you both something, and it might ruin everything tonight … but I need to be honest.”
Both men nod—quick, resigned motions.
“I slept with Nick and Rudy. Just once.” It seems important to make sure they don’t think I’ve been having sex with the Frost brothers the whole time we’ve been dating.
They both nod again, almost looking relieved. “That’s your business,” Felix says.
Jasper moves in closer, eliminating almost all the space between us. “What you do with them is your business, but we intend to show you more pleasure than you’ve ever seen.”
I swallow a lump in my throat as he picks me up, lifting me into his arms like I weigh nothing. He carries me all the way back to the room.
Inside, they keep the lights low. Jasper sets me on top of the round dining table, and they both kneel before me, each of them removing one of my high heels. They hold my feet in their hands, as they kiss my ankles, then my calves, higher and higher.
It quickly becomes obvious that they’re starting at the bottom and working their way up, and the sight of them exploring my body so thoroughly is such a turn on. Two gorgeous men, worshipping at my feet.
Their eyes meet mine over and over as they kiss, lick, and nibble at my legs, and by the time they reach my upper thighs, my underwear is soaked.
They bring me closer to the edge of the table, where Jasper lifts me a couple of inches, as Felix pushes my dress up and slides my panties down. He uses his fingers to peel them off my hips, then finishes the job with his teeth, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
They spread my legs apart as they vie for space between them. They tease my inner thighs with their tongues, working closer and closer to my center.
I’m dripping for them when they reach my pussy. Jasper gets there first, tasting me with several long strokes of his tongue. Felix follows with short, quick flicks.
They share me, taking turns, making me writhe and pant and lose all control. They’re so gorgeous, and they seem to be thoroughly enjoying what they’re doing. The way they work together is incredible.
What pushes me over the edge is when Jasper presses first one, then two thick fingers inside me as Felix’s hot tongue does a wild dance on my clit.
“Uhn, uhn, uhn.” Animalistic sounds come out of me, entirely out of my control. I’ve never felt so much all at once.
My hips start to move of their own accord. Forward, back, grinding into Jasper’s hand. As I climb toward a crescendo, he slides his fingers out, nudges Felix aside, and buries his face in my pussy, his tongue plunging inside me.
He scoops me a few inches off the table again with those big, strong hands of his, and works my body against his face, matching the same rhythm I started. With his assistance, I’m fucking his face, and he’s eating me like he can’t get enough.
“Jasper!” As I scream, my back arches, and my arms flail in search of something to hold onto. Suddenly, Felix is at my side, biting my nipple through my dress, making me scream again. “Felix!”
I fly off into nothingness, nearly blacking out from the onslaught of such intense pleasure, too much for my body to process. My orgasm comes from somewhere deep, hits me hard, and lasts a wonderfully long time.
When I finally resurface, both brothers are looking at me with sinfully smug grins.
“What the hell was that?” Other men have gone down on me, but they’ve never made me feel like that.
“That was an appetizer,” Felix says.
“I don’t know if I can survive the main course!”
They both chuckle—dark, deep sounds that thrill me, even as I lie here trying to recover.
“Sure, you can.” Felix picks me up as effortlessly as his brother did and carries me into the bedroom, where he stands me in front of the bed and peels my dress over my head. His brows lift in surprise. “No bra? You naughty girl.”
“I can’t wear a bra with this dress. The straps are too thin.”
“You should warn a man,” Jasper says.
“You have a lot of nerve saying that after what the two of you just did to me out there.”
More dark laughter. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” Felix reaches out a hand to touch one of my breasts with more reverence than I expect.
“Not fair that I’m standing here naked, while you both have your clothes on.”
Felix holds his arms out wide in invitation. “Nothing’s stopping you.”
Another unexpected move from these men. They take their clothes off every night at Club Red, but now they want me to do it.
They seem like the types to take control—they certainly took control during the, ahem, appetizer—but they’re giving me some of the power.
Though I’m tempted to head straight for the best parts, I start, instead, with their shirts, unbuttoning first Felix’s, then Jasper’s.
I’m disappointed when I encounter undershirts instead of abs, though on second thought, they look pretty damn good in the thin, sleeveless cotton that hugs their bodies like a second skin.
They bend to help me pull off those undershirts, and then I’m treated to so much delicious bare skin, taut with muscle, decorated with tattoos.
The ink on their bodies has teased me for weeks, and now I enjoy an unobstructed view and the opportunity to trace the lines and admire the artistry.
I’m curious about the designs, but I’ll save my questions for another time. Maybe later tonight.
Right now, there are pants to remove.