Luc nodded, breathing against her neck as he took her earlobe between his teeth.
“Tell me how she feels.”
Hedonistic Luc was encouraging Deke, trying to drive her over the edge with wicked words, flirting dangerously with Deke’s ragged control.
“She’s so damn tight and hot. Her pu**y is gripping me. Clinging. Rippling. Fuck!”
“Pump her with your fingers.”
Deke gasped and began to slide his fingers in and out of her tight passage. “Can’t stop. Too f**king good to stop.”
“Come for us, sweetheart.” Luc whispered in her ear, brushing his thumbs across so-sensitive ni**les.
Kimber felt swollen everywhere. Strung tight. Ached inside her own skin. Damp with perspiration, wet with need, blood raced through her body. Her heart pumped. Her skin tingled. And still Deke kept that incessant, merciless thumb strumming her clit. His fingers slid in and out, plying some sensitive spot inside her sex she’d never found on her own.
Luc whispered against her mouth, “You look beautiful. I can’t wait to watch you scream in climax.” Then, with insistent fingers, he plucked at her aching nipple.
Too much. It was all too much to resist. Holding out wasn’t an option.
Heat built. Blood roared. Kimber held her breath, whimpered, moaned—before the pleasure condensed between her legs into a concentrated burst of energy that exploded like a supernova, sending her hurtling deep into a realm of ecstasy she’d never imagined.
“Yes!” Deke’s fingers stayed lodged in her, and she could feel her sex clutch him, squeezing, releasing, caressing him again.
“Yes. Again,” he demanded. “Come again.”
She moaned. “I don’t think I can.”
Luc laughed, low and amused and thrumming with sensual promise. “We’ll take care of you.”
“But usually after once, I’m…spent.”
Deke shook his head with sharp military precision or anger—or a bit of both.
“Not with two men. You come repeatedly, until you’re so exhausted you’re nearly unconscious.”
Unconscious? Kimber opened her mouth to argue, though she really didn’t have the energy. And couldn’t quite focus with his thumb continuing to play over her clit, making her twitch and pulse, prolonging her pleasure until her head spun.
Until it slowly built to more. Until she ached again.
“That’s right,” Deke murmured.
Then he bent down to her. No preliminaries. No waiting. No warning. His tongue lashed her clit, assuming the same teasing movements as his thumb.
The sensations matched those he’d incited before, but felt more intense. Kimber filled with need, as if she’d never come at all. Only this time, the pleasure was stronger. Her body was primed, his mouth determined, and his will iron. She would come for him again. He would not take no for an answer.
And she watched, the visual of him feasting on her aroused her nearly as much as his actual touch. Within moments, the question of whether she’d come again ceased to be, morphing into a question of when. Kimber knew from her tensing body, the thickening pleasure, the way her legs spread wider all on her own, inviting Deke in deeper, that the when would be soon.
“Her taste?” Luc asked his cousin against the underside of her breast before he dragged her nipple into his mouth for a long, sensual suckle.
Kimber’s breathing climbed, hitched.
“Fucking sweet,” Deke muttered, lapping at her again like a treat. “Christ!” Elation soared at his words. He approved. No, he enjoyed. His rough voice and uninhibited devouring told her that. He wasn’t going to stop until he’d wrung every drop of pleasure from her that he could.
Luc rose above her then, his gaze penetrating her. Desire hardened his features.
Dangerous. Predatory. He wasn’t content to just watch. He expected his turn.
Her pleasure climbed, ratcheting up, every lick ramping her euphoria higher than before until it strung her so tight, she felt her clit fill with blood, pulse, moments away from incredible orgasm…