Her hips shot off the bed. “Fuck,” she moaned. “That’s . . . oh God, don’t stop. Keep doing that . . .”
Rylan gave a husky chuckle, and Sloan felt the vibrations of it against his mouth. “We don’t stop until you tell us to stop,” Rylan promised.
Sloan wholeheartedly agreed. He worked that perfect nipple in his mouth, licking and suckling while his palm drifted down her flat stomach toward the juncture of her thighs. When his hand bumped Rylan’s, it was his turn to laugh. Looked like they both had the same idea.
In perfect synchronicity, they toyed with their woman, Rylan spreading her delicate lips open so Sloan could rub her clit. After a few teasing strokes, Sloan covered Rylan’s knuckles with his palm and slid both their hands lower, pushing their fingers inside her tight sheath.
She made a low, desperate sound. Sloan lifted his mouth from her breast to find that her brown eyes had completely glazed over. She was mindless with lust, squirming on the bed, rocking against his and Rylan’s fingers as if she couldn’t get enough.
“Christ, baby, you’re so wet,” Rylan groaned, pushing deeper inside.
Sloan was well aware of how wet she was. She soaked their fingers and tested his restraint each time her inner muscles clutched them tighter. He couldn’t stop the urge to rub his aching cock against her leg.
A strangled laugh flew out when he noticed Rylan doing the same. This woman got both of them so hot they were liable to shoot their loads before either of them even entered her. But not yet. First, he wanted to make her come again.
“Eat her pussy,” he told Rylan. “I want to see the look on her face when you make her come.”
The other man didn’t need to be asked twice. With a wicked smile, he crawled between Reese’s legs and started tonguing her clit. Sloan’s fingers stayed lodged inside her, and Rylan’s eager tongue grazed his knuckles with every long, lazy lick.
Sloan shivered with arousal. He knew firsthand how good Rylan was with that tongue.
So good, in fact, that Reese began trembling almost immediately. She clamped tightly on Sloan’s fingers as she moaned with abandon. “Coming,” she gasped, and holy hell, was she ever.
He watched as raw ecstasy filled her eyes, making them hazy and heavy-lidded. His heart beat faster as he felt her orgasm rippling around his hand. There was nothing hotter than watching—no, feeling—this woman lose control. Reese was . . . fire. A fire that ran so hot it turned men into mindless, panting savages who existed only to serve her. To please her. To love her.
And that was fine by him. As long as he had Reese in his arms, shuddering and coming and sobbing his name, he was happy to let her fire consume him.
*
More.
That was the only thought that beat in her blood. She wanted more. More of Rylan’s tongue tracing her clit. More of Sloan’s harsh-voiced commands. More orgasms. More releases. Just . . . more.
Reese sat up and watched in anticipation as the two men knelt on the mattress. She knew what was next. How the two of them would possess her at the same time.
She could not wait.
“Tell us what you want first,” Sloan ordered.
Her body sang with delight at the word first. This was merely the beginning.
“I want this.” She grasped Sloan’s hard shaft and circled it with her fingers. Then she reached for Rylan’s. “And this.”
Rylan flashed a quick grin at her. He moved beside Sloan and positioned himself close to her face, holding his cock in one hand. She tongued the tip of it, enjoying his masculine taste, the velvety feel inside her mouth. Her other hand continued to pump Sloan, who watched for a few seconds before taking over for her, handling his cock more roughly than Reese would’ve ever dreamed of doing.
Sloan stroked himself as Reese flicked her tongue along the underside of Rylan’s tip. Just when Rylan released a husky growl and tried pushing deeper into her mouth, she released him and turned her attention to Sloan.
He groaned the moment she swallowed him up, his fingers tangling in her hair, gripping the damp strands to the point of pain. It was Rylan’s turn to pump himself, his eyes greedily taking in the sight of her sucking Sloan.
As tension began to build again in her core, Reese dropped a hand between her legs to rub the ache away. Before she could make contact, Sloan’s hand shot out.
“No.” He gripped her wrist. “That belongs to us tonight. No touching.” He pressed her hand back on his hip and then slid his fingers back in her hair. He jerked her head up. “Now suck.”
She sucked hard. First on Sloan, then Rylan, alternating between each man, summoning deep, desperate noises from both of their throats.