Dmitri notices, his eyes crinkling slightly. "You like that? Being called good girl?"
My cheeks heat. "Maybe."
"Interesting," Zayn observes, catching on immediately. "Very interesting."
Before I can feel self-conscious, Dmitri leans in, capturing my mouth in a kiss that starts gentle but quickly deepens. His lips are surprisingly soft given his rugged appearance, moving against mine with confidence. When his tongue slides along the seam of my lips, I open eagerly, welcoming him in.
While Dmitri claims my mouth, Zayn's hands begin exploring my body, starting at my ankles and working upward with deliberate patience. By the time his fingers reach my inner thighs, I'm squirming between them, desperate for more direct touch.
Dmitri breaks the kiss, his blue eyes dark with desire. "So responsive," he murmurs, brushing my hair back from my face. "Like a perfectly tuned instrument."
"Let's see what sounds we can get out of her," Zayn suggests, his fingers finally brushing against my center.
The touch, light as it is, makes me gasp. I'm already embarrassingly wet, my body primed from their attention in the bath and now their focused touches.
"Perfect," Zayn approves, circling my entrance teasingly. "So ready for us."
There's that praise again, making my insides clench with need. I bite my lip, fighting the urge to beg for more.
"Tell us what you want," Dmitri encourages, one large hand now cupping my breast, thumb brushing over the nipple.
"More," I manage, arching into his touch. "Please."
"More what?" Zayn presses, his fingers still teasing. "Be specific, Lexie. Good girls use their words."
The pet name—good girl—sends another jolt through me. "Your fingers," I clarify, finding my voice. "Inside. And Dmitri's mouth. On my breast."
"See? Perfect," Zayn praises, sliding one finger inside me without further preamble.
Dmitri obligingly lowers his head, taking my nipple into his mouth. The dual sensation of Zayn's finger curling inside me, Dmitri's hot mouth sucking firmly, has me moaning before I can think to be embarrassed about it.
"That's it," Zayn encourages, adding a second finger alongside the first. "Let us hear you."
Time becomes fluid as they work me over with practiced skill. Zayn's fingers find a rhythm that has me gasping, while Dmitri's mouth alternates between my breasts, occasionally returning to my lips to swallow my increasingly desperate sounds.
Just when I think I might come from their attentions alone, Zayn withdraws his fingers, leaving me empty and aching.
"Not yet," he says, answering my unspoken protest. "We want you desperate first."
"I'm already desperate," I pant, not even embarrassed by the admission.
"Not enough," Dmitri counters, nipping lightly at my collarbone. "Need you senseless."
The prospect should alarm me, but instead, it sends another flood of heat through me. Yes, I want that, want to be taken apart so thoroughly I can't even breathe.
"How do you want us?" Zayn asks, his hand now stroking his own length. "We both have ideas, but it's your choice."
I consider the question, looking between them. "What are your ideas?"
Dmitri smiles slightly. "I want that beautiful mouth first," he says simply. "Zayn wants your pretty pussy."
"Then after," Zayn continues, "we switch to the toy. See how you handle it."
The imagery their words evoke makes me clench around nothing, desperate to be filled. "Yes," I agree immediately. "That. Please."
Zayn's smile is sharp with approval. "Good girl. So polite."
There it is again, that praise that somehow bypasses all my defenses and heads straight to my core. I flush, catching Dmitri's knowing look.
