Knowing the two of them watched and wanted her sent Kimber’s desire soaring, almost hurtling her beyond her ability to breathe.
One of Deke’s thumbs slid closer to her weeping opening, and Kimber felt her emptiness acutely. She ached for him to fill her empty sex with the stiff length of his cock—badly. Dangerous, yes. And wrong. But with every touch, her body fell under his spell until it was his to control, not hers. Of its own accord, her body raised its hips to him in silent pleading.
“Don’t,” he warned her. “Do not tempt me to f**k you.”
Denied but more feverish because of it, her thoughts whirled. Was he annoyed by her attempts to experience more of what he could give her? Or that his unraveling self-control was already hanging by a thread?
Lovely thought that she, inexperienced Kimber, a girl whose pigtails and karate classes he used to ridicule, could test him so thoroughly. A glance at Luc proved he was in no better shape.
Eyelids half closed, she sent the men a slumberous stare, then focused on Deke’s penis. It tented his slacks. Hard, thick—and growing, even as she looked at him.
Kimber sent them a kittenish smile, and before she thought better of it, she lifted her hips to Deke again.
He snarled at her and reached for his zipper. “You’re begging for what you don’t want me to give you. Stop now.”
“Just make her come,” Luc whispered, the voice of sanity. “She’s needy and doesn’t know what she’s asking for.”
She frowned. She did know what she was asking for—relief! Deke wanted her; his unflagging erection made that clear.
But he was saying no, just like he’d said no to vaginal intercourse during their conversations. Why? He liked women, she knew. Jesse. She couldn’t forget Jesse.
She needed to experience sex his way, but still come to him a virgin, as she’d said she would.
Deke had vowed that he wouldn’t take a virgin. He didn’t want to claim anyone.
Now she recalled… Somehow, his stance disturbed her.
Deke’s fingers curled into fists. He swallowed. The effort to resist her was costing him dearly.
“Right,” he said finally, his voice like gravel in a blender. “I’ll make her come.”
“We talked about this earlier,” Luc assured her, leaning closer to lay a soft kiss across her mouth, then the side of her breast. “For tonight, you’ll just take pleasure from us, get used to the sensations of two men pleasuring you at once. When you’re ready, we’ll teach you about pleasing us in return. No rush. No pressure.
Okay?”
She sent him a shaky nod, barely able to focus her thoughts away from Deke and his promise. He was going to make her come. Kimber had no doubt he could. In about thirty seconds. Or less. Would it erase the aching emptiness inside her?
Swinging her gaze back over to Deke, she took in his flushed cheeks, the harsh rise and fall of his heavily muscled chest, the sinew and veins roping his thick forearms. Sleek, powerful, all male. Fresh want pulsed in her belly, in her sex.
No. Think about Jesse. Whatever pleasure Deke gave her was for instructional purposes. It would have to be enough. No big, pulsing, more-than-ready-to-do-the-job cocks inside her.
“Just touch me.” The words fell from her lips, soft, imploring.
“I will, in any way I can. I’m going to find out every way to make you come and get you off until you beg me to stop.”
Oh, God. Did he mean that? Her body hoped he did, every word.
She swallowed a burning lump of lust. “Please.” Unable to stop herself, she lifted her hips to him one more time.
Deke didn’t turn down the invitation to touch her. He slipped a thick finger into her wet depths, swiping his thumb over her clit with the other. Electric sparks blended with pure magic to brush her skin with want, fire her blood with pure need. She mewled. When he repeated the process, and Luc bent to take her mouth in a kiss ripe with sensual demand, her mewls became low moans.
Luc swallowed the sounds and lifted his hand to cover her breast, fingers toying with her nipple, gently pinching, turning, awakening. He sent more bolts of lust south, down low, to join the heavy pulse of demand her body pumped out at each brush of Deke’s thumb over her clit.
Legs taut, back bowed, Kimber felt the edge of climax drawing near. And they’d what, touched her for less than two minutes? She was drowning, flying, aching desperately—and didn’t want it any other way.
Deke pushed a second finger inside her, fighting to slide his thick digits in. A sting became an ache as he muscled his way deeper inside her. Finally, her flesh swallowed him up and clamped down on him. He swore.
“She’s burning me alive.”