Buoyed by a boldness I’d never experienced before, I asked, “Are you getting naked too?” My voice was breathy, sexier than I’d ever heard it before. Nerves and anticipation warred for dominance over the tiny part of my brain not already drenched in lust.
Alec shucked his shirt in one swift motion and carelessly tossed it over his shoulder. I almost swallowed my tongue at the display.
Tattoos. Muscles. Miles of smooth skin with intricate artwork.
He had bulk, but every one of his muscles was defined. There wasn’t a single gram of fat on Alec’s body, and the way his ink curved over those muscles made my mouth water. Now I understood what Monroe had said about mapping my body with his tongue. I wanted to do the same to Alec’s.
Then Monroe reached behind his head and drew his shirt off. He lifted it a lot slower, and the anticipation at seeing him without it drenched my panties.
I moaned when I got a look at the trail of silver hair running up his belly. It met that thicker patch on his chest that I wanted to rub my face against. He was lean and wiry, his body hard and strong, and I salivated at the view.
How did I get so lucky? I was going to touch every part of them, then follow the path that my fingers traced with my mouth.
I let my bra fall to the floor, and my nipples peaked in the cool air blowing from the air-conditioning. Twin growls had me sucking in a breath.
Alec prowled forward, getting up in my personal space, and I instinctively took a step back, my calves hitting the bed.
“Scared, little girl?”
“Of you? Never.”
“You should be. I’m as hungry as a wolf.”
“You going to gobble me up?” I asked, flashing him an anything but innocent smile.
“No,” he answered and shook his head, glancing at Monroe as he did. “We both are.”
He shoved me gently, and I fell backward, giggling as I hit the bed. My arms splayed out wide, and I hitched my knee up. I was more open and exposed than I ever had been before, but the looks in their eyes—the naked desire radiating from them—gave me confidence.
Monroe stepped forward and tucked my knees together before hooking his fingers under my panties. “I want these off so I can feast on you.”
“Yes.” I nodded frantically, desperate for their touch.
He slid them down just enough that he could see the top of my kitty, and then he bent down and breathed deep, holding the breath inside his lungs. He pressed a kiss to my mound, right above my clit, and groaned. I arched up, needing more of him, but Monroe used my movement to draw my panties down my legs.
“Spread your legs, beautiful. Let us see our pretty pussy,” Alec ordered, his voice a harsh whisper.
I did, and Alec’s hand went straight to his shorts, squeezing his shaft through the thin fabric. “Fuck me,” he whispered.
Alec kneeled on the bed and palmed my breast, plucking my nipple between his finger and thumb. I exhaled, shivering at his touch. He leaned down and swiped his tongue over my other nipple, and I cried out, arching into his talented mouth. I threaded my fingers into his hair and held him there, needing everything he was giving me and more. Alec hummed, then sucked hard. Lightning shot through me like an electric current, and my hips jacked forward, instinctively chasing a high.
Monroe watched us, his gaze never leaving mine. He adjusted himself through his shorts, hissing when he touched his erection. He pressed his big hand down on my hamstring, pushing my leg up toward my stomach. I was completely open to him.
Exposed.
I’d never felt sexier.
My juices leaked from my kitty, and Monroe licked me from my core to my clit, his tongue swirling over my skin. He left me scrambling for purchase. I gripped his hair with my free handand my eyes rolled back. I shouted out as he rocked my world. I shivered, my legs already shaking.
Monroe groaned. The vibration was like a shot of ecstasy straight into my veins, drugging me and flinging me into orbit at the same time.
“Delicious,” he grunted. I watched him reach into his shorts and adjust himself. “Christ, I could come just from tasting you.”
He licked me again, flicking his tongue over my clit and lapping up the juices that were free-flowing from my core. My kitty clenched, and he growled. He swirled a finger at my entrance, and I cried out, chasing his touch with a punch of my hips. He slid his finger inside me, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. He crooked it and brushed something inside me that made my toes curl and my eyes cross. I cried out again, the pitch increasing as he worked me over with slow movements of his finger.
Then he added another one.
My inner walls gripped him tight. My legs shook.
