Locke wouldn’t allow her to give him vague descriptions.
“His fingertips, he’s tracing my outer lips. It’s very light.”
“Ah. Did you know that in this position, he can see all of you? Have access to all of you. How does it make you feel?”
Right on cue, Gage used his fingers to part her even wider, pushing her folds up so she was completely exposed.
“Keep talking. What is he doing to you now?” Locke slowly rocked his hips against her back. His hands on her ribcage were almost distracting, almost too ticklish. But she craved his body, his touch, and his voice too much to order him to stop.
“He’s parted me. Wide.” As she was searching for her words, she felt a tongue circling around her clit. The contact stole her breath. “His tongue is on me. But…”
“But what?”
“It’s not enough.”
Gage’s tongue dipped until he flicked at her entrance.
“What’s not enough? Tell me.”
Both the sensations between her legs and the tantalizing voice in her ear made her want to scream in frustration. It was like he was raking over raw nerves. “I…” Thinking the words was one thing but saying them out loud made her hesitate.
Once more, Locke taunted her with words, his fingertips making her squirm until he returned to her breasts. Both men’s touches were too light. She needed to be possessed but saying it out loud would mean relinquishing what was left of herself.
“We need the words, Doctor. Tell me what you want, and we might give it to you.”
She felt a fingertip barely circling her entrance. Clenching her muscles, a frustrated moan escaped her lips as her hips tried to amplify the caress, only to feel Gage withdraw at every push. Unless she got free and took care of her orgasm herself, there was only one way out of this torture.
“Please make me come.”
Once more, Locke was at her ear. “Be specific. What do you need from us to come, right now?”
“Gage. Gage, please suck my clit. Make me come, please?”
The male laughter between her legs was lost in her yell as he latched onto her engorged nub without warning. Her hands in Locke’s hair turned into wicked fists at the intensity. “Too much!”
Instantly, Gage released her, standing up. “This woman doesn’t know what she wants.” Gage winked at her, but with her body tense as a string, so close to release, Tessa only wanted to push him back to his knees and have his wicked mouth back between her legs.
“Maybe we have to switch tactics, my friend.” Gently, Locke pushed her, so she fell, sprawled on the bed. The two men started to remove their clothes until they stood naked before her.
At that moment, Tessa knew she was at their mercy, and never wanted it to stop.
