Chapter Sixteen #4
Brent groaned pushing me farther, seizing my mouth in a blatantly carnal taking even as he shifted his chest so that Cole could maneuver his hands more easily.
I was shocked…and consumed. My pelvis ground forward into Brent’s throbbing erection, and then backward, rubbing my bottom against Cole’s evident hard-on.
I moaned, withering between them, oblivious to all around us.
They didn’t seem to notice, either. Nor did the screaming crowd, doing whatever they were doing, too.
Cole’s hands roamed my body, slipping behind me - between our bodies - and he gripped my butt, kneading and petting until his hands slid completely under my short skirt.
I quaked and gasped as he ripped the crotch of my few pairs of panties.
Brent broke off the kiss, our mouths still touching, breathing one another in.
Green eyes peered in mine as Cole ran a finger down my slit, coating his finger in my juices.
I gasped and Cole muttered in wonderment, “You’re fucking soaking, sweetheart.”
“I need…I need…” I whispered, not able to voice much else, panting and pressing against his playful finger as I stared into the forest.
Brent’s green eyes shifted to Cole’s blue ones. They stayed there as his hand ran down between my breasts.
She started singing another song and the crowd roared as Brent’s hand dipped past my skirts edge and then up my inner thigh.
I bit my lip and trembled as his fingers skated past the tattered remains of my panties and made contact with Cole’s deliberately teasing finger.
Both froze, still staring at one another.
I didn’t freeze. Heck, no. I needed.
I chose that moment to grind against both of their fingers.
Both gasped and started panting just as badly as I was when I swayed my hips back and forth, coating them.
Brent shuddered and broke the mold first. His eyes met mine again as he placed a finger on either side of my clit.
Forest on sky, he pinched lightly, scissoring his fingers with deliberate precision.
My eyes widened and my head flew back against Cole’s chest as I arched between them.
I went crazy and ground against them as hard as I could as fiery pressure burned through my veins.
My mouth opened to scream and suddenly Cole had a fist in my hair, startling me.
He turned my head slightly and took my mouth in uncontrolled want as he spread my folds and thrust two slick fingers inside my tight channel.
I screamed.
Cole swallowed it and Brent pressed harder as I bucked between them. Both of their fingers working separately, but as one as I rode them hard.
Brent’s free hand gripped my thigh over his waist, keeping me spread for their invasion.
Cole’s hand stayed fisted in my hair as he owned my mouth.
Both sheltering me with their bodies so no one could see what they were doing, even if they happened to glance away from the stage or their own dancing partner.
I was being swallowed by flames and didn’t give a rat’s patootie.
Cole starting thrusting harder and faster to the beat of the frenzied masses around us, his fingers pistoning in and out of my dripping core.
Brent’s fingers slid around Cole’s for a moment, wetting them before alternating between circling my clit and rubbing it in time to Cole’s thrusts.
I swung my hips back and forth. Pressing. Reaching. Burning.
Brent bent down, whispering against my ear as I fed on Cole’s mouth, “Now, darlin’. Now.” He sucked my earlobe into his mouth and bit down.
My body tightened like a bow string and they automatically plunged and pushed with unrelenting feverish speed and strength.
I broke. White light descended on me, a shower of raining ecstasy.
It rushed over, and inside, my damp flesh, scalding and euphoric, as my back bowed with strength I didn’t know I had.
They shoved against me, keeping me contained as I screamed and shook.
Cole came up for air and Brent took his place, absorbing my shouts as bright and sensual hues swam behind my closed eyes. My body pulsed and jerked between them as I drifted through unimaginable heights. They took it all. They took me.
Languidly, I returned to myself. They were holding me up between them. Brent was stroking my face as Cole fixed my clothing. My leg had been returned to the ground at some point.
Brent asked, “Do you want to go back to the hotel?”
I thought he was talking to me and I licked my lips and tried to open my eyes fully to reply when Cole answered, “Yes.” A hesitation. “What about you?”
“Yeah.”
“Then let’s get the hell out of here.”
I didn’t have any room to argue. My eyes fluttered completely open only when Cole picked me up.
My limbs were limp noodles and I barely managed to wrap my arms around his neck.
I peered over his shoulder, wondering how many songs had been sung.
No one watched us as Brent maneuvered between people, creating a path for Cole to follow.
I was still recovering when Brent hailed a cab. Cole and I got in first. Brent sat directly next to Cole, placing my legs over his since I was sitting on Cole’s lap. I rested my head back on Cole as the cab pulled off.
My eyes were drifting shut when Cole placed his fingers under my chin and titled my head back, ordering in a rough, intimate voice, “Don’t you dare fall asleep. We’re nowhere near finished with you.”
I blinked.
Blinked some more.
Then, his words sank in. My eyes widened and I glanced at Brent for his reaction.
“That was just an appetizer, darlin’,” Brent murmured gutturally, kissing my knee. “Don’t think this gets you off the hook for decided between us, but were hurting just as badly as you are. We’re going to remedy that tonight.”
“Oh,” I sputtered. “Okay.” I glanced back and forth at them in a daze. Was this really going to happen? Could we actually get through a combined sexual encounter without bloodshed?
They stared at me, their eyes darker, pupils dilated. Their lips were kiss swollen and their hair tousled. They were open to me and completely locked on like a missile to its target. I gulped. This was either going to be one heck of a night or one that would haunt me for a very long time.