“Really?”
“Try me.”
“Okay, I’ll give you three sets of numbers to remember. The first set: 51, 05, 15.8, N, 0, 40, 21.0, E. Got it?” He squeezes shower gel into Aiden’s palms and then his own, before spinning me around and massaging it into my back and neck, pulling his hands down to slide along my spine, waist, buttocks and back up again. Aiden sandwiches me from the front and caresses my collarbones, breasts, waist, stomach and back up under my breasts, cupping them as he runs his thumbs back and forth beneath them.
Damn if I’m not distracted. But I repeat the numbers once to myself to be sure and then sigh out, “Hmmm, got it.”
“Good girl.” His whisper sends a shiver down my spine in the best of ways. Dax’s eyes widen at my reaction and then grins wickedly.
“Next set of numbers and letters,” Aiden warns.
“OP-89-78-65-CS-2,” Dax says slowly, as he soaps up my arse and legs, his fingers stroking the length of my pussy. Aiden watches Dax’s hands with hooded eyes, soaping himself and taking extra care while stroking his hardening length and giving me yet another distraction.
“OP-89-78-65-CS-2. Got it,” I repeat unsteadily.
“Very good, Tiger. One more,” Aiden drawls, water cascading down his muscular body as he runs his hand up and down his shaft. I suck a deep lemony breath into my lungs and hold it there until I feel like I’ll burst.
“O-kay,” I shudder out along with the breath.
Dax spins me back to face him. Then sinks to his knees. “Aiden told me how good you were at riding his face. Said he worshipped you on his knees.”
Aiden presses in behind me. His cock nestles into my arse cheeks and presses against the small of my back given his height difference to me.
“I’m going to see for myself what a good girl you can be. Aiden—”
“I’ve got her,” he whispers to Dax, who lifts one of my already trembling legs over his shoulder. Without Aiden pressed up against me, I’d be on the floor.
Dax strokes me again, parting my folds and leaning in to kiss the hood of my clit. I shudder, but Aiden proves his worth and holds me steady.
Dax grins. “Ready?” he asks. But I’m not sure if he means for the last set of numbers or for what his eyes are promising. He leansin and licks, then sucks, and my mind is gone. My body greedily arches towards his mouth for more.
“17-23-AN…” He dives back in, flicking his tongue, finding my aching centre with his fingers, and sliding them inside, pumping slow and deliberate. “89-67…” he whispers, pulling back again.
Fuck. What did he say? I’m not sure I care. I’m so fucking close to coming. Aiden’s rocking against me too. Despite never having explored anal before, I’m trembling at the thought ofthem both, the flexing, the empty yearning to be full. The need. Aiden is so close. A little lower…just a little more. Fuck, I’m so wet. Dax speeds up. My legs are shaking. Aiden and Dax are holding me up now. My orgasm is there…right there. I can almost…
“33-1,” he says, nipping my clit as I explode in a torrent of shudders and starlight.
Chapter Twenty-three
“No popcorn on the sheets!” Dax grumbles when Aiden aims a kernel at my face. I catch it in my mouth and wink at Dax, who shakes his head in sheer frustration. “Why do I get the feeling that our dynamic is going to predominantly irritate me?”
“Because you haven’t bothered to remove the stick you put up your arse years ago,” Aiden quips, but with an edge of truth that makes me need to diffuse whatever mood the comment might provoke.
“And here I was, hoping I would get the stick up my arse. Instead, you offer meInception,” I nod to the movie playing across from us, “and number games.”
Dax slides onto the bed and presses up against me, kissing my temple. “I almost forgot about that,” he drawls lazily.
“Really? After torturing me with an orgasm to distract me, youforgot!?”
The raucous booming of Aiden’s laughter brings a smile to mylips despite trying to look outraged. Dax smirks and shrugs like it’s no big deal.
“Ready to test me?”
Dax sits up straight and eyes me speculatively. “Is it time-limited?”
“My memory? No, why?”
“If I ask you a question now and one in the morning?”
