Graham slid in next to her, and picked her up, resettling her on his lap. He pulled the hair away from her face and spoke directly into her ear. “Suck him, baby. Show Zach how you’re going to suck his cock like a good little girl.” Zach groaned at Graham’s words. Ro’s nipples puckered under the thin material of the t-shirt, and heat gathered between her legs. They really knew what the hell they were doing.
A hand slid up and brushed over the hard buds pressing into the cotton. Zach’s eye’s burned with a predatory light. “You like that idea, don’t you? These tight little nipples say you do.”
Zach removed his thumb from her mouth with a pop and dragged his wet digit down her chin, sweeping down the arch of her neck. Ro moaned, and her head fell back against Graham.
Graham nipped her ear before cupping her breasts and lifting them toward Zach like some sort of pagan offering. One that she hoped Zach accepted. She could feel wetness seep from her center. She heard a rustle of clothing, and her eyes snapped open, hoping Zach was dropping his cargos. No such luck. Zach was now kneeling before her, his look more intense than she’d ever seen it. She looked down to see him gripping the hem of her shirt.
“Look at me,” he said.
Almost drowsily, she lifted her eyes and met his gaze.
“Are you sure you’re good with this? Everything stops the second you say so.”
The offer, although thoughtful, was completely unnecessary. Ro wanted this. Wanted them.
She nodded, but Zach didn’t move.
“He needs the words, baby. Tell him that you’re good with him pulling off your shirt and sucking on your gorgeous tits,” Graham said.
Ro swallowed. Moment of truth.
Zach studied her face as she said, “Yes.”
“Tell him,” Graham demanded softly. “Tell him exactly what you want him to do to you.”
Feeling the heat rising in her cheeks, Ro knew she was turning red, in a completely unsexy way.
But Zach just smiled at her embarrassment.
Oh fuck it.
“I’m good with you stripping me naked and sucking my nipples before you fuck my mouth.” Her words came out in a rush, like water bursting from a collapsing dam.
Both men groaned at her bold declaration.
“Thank God, doll. Because I’ve been waiting to get my hands on you,” Zach said.
Ro wasn’t sure what came over her, because her next words seemed to come out of someone else’s mouth. “Big talk. I was hoping for some action.”
The gaze that she’d thought of as so friendly and easy-going sharpened with greed.
Oh, hell. Ro was pretty sure she’d just said the exact right thing to unleash a beast she had no idea how to control.
Zach lifted his chin at Graham, and Graham’s voice rumbled in her ear, sending chills up her spine. “Now you’ve done it, babe.”
In seconds, her shirt was yanked over her head, leaving her naked from the waist up, sitting on the lap of a man she’d known for less than twenty-four hours, in front of a second man she’d also known for less than twenty-four hours. Shit just got real.
Without a bra to corral them, as soon as the t-shirt was gone, Ro’s breasts were exposed for only a moment before Graham shifted beneath her and his big, rough palms slid around her ribcage to cup them. His thumbs flicked her puckered nipples, and the shafts of pleasure had Ro going from wet to dripping in the span of a moment.
Zach’s tawny head bent, and with his amber eyes on hers, he reached out to gently grasp her left nipple between even white teeth. And tugged. Ro jumped when a finger and thumb pinched her other nipple, and gently rolled it one way, and then the other. Skip dripping, Ro headed straight to drenched. The fingers dropped away, and Zach caught her right nipple and gave it the same attention.
Ro’s eyes were starting to drift shut, so she could just focus on the pleasure when she felt a callused hand skim down her ribcage to the waistband of her sweats. Oh, sweet baby Jesus, this is really happening.
Rather than freak like her whirring mind told her she should, Ro lifted her hips, pressing against the hand that was now cupping her through the material of her pants.
Graham kissed her shoulder before saying, “Fuck, baby. Your pussy is gonna burn us alive, isn’t it?
“Touch me,” Ro breathed.
Zach pulled away from her nipples. “You sure you’re ready for this?” The hand cupping her mound stilled.
Ro gritted her teeth to stop the moan of frustration. “Please. I need …”
“You need to come, sweetheart?”
“Yes.”
“Lift up,” Graham ordered.
Ro’s hips shifted at his command, pressing into his hand. Zach wasted no time in dragging the sweats down her legs and tossing them aside.
Hell. Now she was completely naked on the lap of a guy she’d known for less than twenty-four hours, in front of another guy she’d known for less than twenty-four hours. She couldn’t even bring herself to care, because the look on Zach’s face was one of pure worship.
“Ah, fuck.” He looked to Graham. “You didn’t tell me she was bare.”
Ro felt Graham’s answering growl against her shoulder. His hand covered her pussy, and a single finger dragged up her crease toward her engorged clit. He was so, so close.
“Jesus fucking Christ, woman. You’re soaked.” The fingers disappeared for a moment. “And you taste fucking amazing.”