I stare at him, a playful challenge in my eyes and my smirk. “Ask Perth and Gannon what I can handle.”
A dirty grin flashes across his face, and he leans closer as his finger hooks my waistband in the middle and runs his finger underneath the waistband. His finger drops down, down, down.
“What did you let our brothers do to you?” he inquires, his voice dripping with hungry promise, his eyes glinting with desire.
I get lost in the feel of him, but just when he starts to press right where I desperately need, he pulls his finger away and holds my panties tented away from me, that finger a good two inches from my slit.
“Did they kiss you?” he questions, leaning forward like he’s going to do just that to my jaw. Instead of skimming his lips over my skin, he drags the barest edge of his teeth across it and—holy fucking hell—does that leave me a panting mess. “Did you let them play with these tits?”
My breasts heave in Ruger’s hands, my body responding to Ellery’s lurid words and Ruger’s touch. He tweaks my nipples in perfect sync with the salacious talk, expertly plucking, pulling, and pinching.
Who knew the upstanding sheriff had this naughty mouth? This discovery makes it feel like it’s my birthday and I’m unwrapping the best surprise present ever.
“Yeah, they kissed me,” I murmur drunkenly, overcome with pulsing desire.
“How about this pussy, Noah?” he asks, his lips barely brushing mine. I almost whimper in protest when his hand and fingers don’t dip to play with my other lips. That mouth of his grazes over my gasps as he follows up on his first question, the words ghosting across my skin. “Did they play with it? Taste it? Did you let Perth and Gannon fuck this pretty pussy?”
His words pour over me like gasoline.
Then his kiss lights the match.
And I fucking burn.
As his tongue plunders my mouth, I project mental images of Gannon bending me backward over the couch and lapping between my thighs. The memory plays like a video in Ruger’s and Ellery’s heads, though Ellery still doesn’t touch me the way I want. His fingers skim along the outer edges of my pussy, cruelly taunting.
“Give me those goddamned fingers!”
“Earn them.”
Oh, no. He did not.
I mentally project how Perth joined in, bending over me. Ruger moans, grinding against my ass. When I cut off the image abruptly, Ellery pulls back from our kiss to glare. But I simply smile up at him.
“See, Sheriff? Two can play this teasing game.”
Ellery moves his hands until he grips my underwear on either hip. Then he rips them off me with a quick brutal tug.
Fuck. I’m so damn wet I’m practically dripping.
The slow, meticulous way his gaze sweeps over me makes me feel like stalked prey. I both love the sensation and want my turn being the predator.
“More,” Ruger requests as his lips suck on the base of my neck.
And while I like the face off against Ellery, I can’t resist Ruger’s soft plea.
I mentally feed them every salacious second of my fun on the couch with Perth and Gannon. As I do, Ruger grinds against me, and I can feel his cock throb when I relive my prior orgasm.
Afterward, Ellery’s hot palm rubs against my core. Just that basic touch nearly brings me to my knees. I tremble when his middle finger bends slightly to check how wet I am.
“You like being a dirty girl, Noah?” he asks, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “Because I’m going to ask you to be a very dirty girl.”
God. My thigh muscles clench. I have to resist the urge to tilt my hips and force that finger deeper. Ellery’s need is an entirely different flavor than Gannon’s or Perth’s was. There’s a darker undertone to it—not malicious—but far more deliberate.
I’m not certain I’ve ever been slow-played like this before, but it’s doing all kinds of things for me, and I want to savor every second.
It’s Ruger who surprises me with his next demand, his breath caressing the shell of my ear as he decrees, “Ride my face. I need to fucking taste you.”
The words are barely out of his mouth when I know exactly what I want. I want to fuck Ruger’s face while Ellery fucks mine.
“On the ground,” I order Ruger, and he wastes no time pulling off his sweats and lying back on the soft blue rug.
Ellery strips down too. Neither of them are even a little self-conscious about their nudity. Then again when you look like they do, there’s nothing to be shy over—and plenty to be cocky about.
Very, very cocky.
I lick my lips at the sight of the sheriff. His golden skin and perfect muscles are on display as dusk paints the room and our bodies with light that’s both fading sun and rising moon. It’s magical and promising.
“Come here. I want to tongue fuck that pussy,” Ruger orders.
Oh waiter, table for one!
I move to stand over Ruger, my feet on each side of his head, and leisurely crouch down over him before lowering my knees to the ground.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Ellery declares, flashing the sight of my ass as I drop down onto Ruger’s face into all of our minds.
Ruger runs his hands up my body, his arms wrapping around my back as I kneel above him. For a second I’m worried about how he’s going to breathe with me on top of him like this, but Ruger must not give a shit because he grabs me and pulls me firmly onto his face.
His humm of approval buzzes up into my clit, and the heat of his mouth shoots through me like a torpedo. He buries his face in my folds like he no longer breathes oxygen, he breathes wet cunt. I moan and then mewl when his clever tongue starts to twist and turn, his lips sucking and kissing, taunting me to the point of madness in only a matter of seconds.
Looks like Ruger is an expert at kissing all kinds of places.
Greedily, I press down on him, grinding my hips as my mind hollows out, filled only with the sensations of his mouth and tongue.
“Don’t let her come so easily,” Ellery calls out as he strides closer.
His cock bobs near my face, and though I glare at him for his words, I don’t protest out loud. If I did, he might step away, and I want him down my throat so badly I groan with need. I’m desperate to choke on him while I rub my scent all over Ruger. I want the smell of sex to waft from both of them so that when they leave this room, anyone who comes near knows exactly what we were doing in here.
I imagine one and then the other trying to make me squirt, trying to make me come so hard I gush all over them. Projecting that thought, I tease, “Up for the challenge, boys?”
They both feed hunger and longing back to me through our connection. The intensity of the emotions swimming through the room threatens to make my vision waver.
I smile wickedly as my possessive gaze travels over the sheriff. Every part of him seems designed to drag me deeper into mindless lust. The sharply defined planes of his pecs, the light dusting of hair that travels down his navel, those abs. I’m even in awe of the shape of his fucking thigh muscles. And between those thighs? His cock is swollen and dripping, skin stretched so tight that the veins bulge on either side of it.
“I need you,” I half order, half plead.
Ruger tilts my hips so he can suck my clit into his mouth, and I throw my head back, lost to the ecstasy of him, until Ellery threads a hand through my hair and demands all of my attention.