Deke continued to lave her nipple, switching to the other, pushing Luc’s fingers away to take the sensitive bud inside with a hard suck, a gentle bite, a flat-tongued lick, at the same moment he pressed that iron-hard ridge of flesh right against throbbing clit.
This time, Luc’s mouth absorbed her cries. The hot tease of his kiss took the sound and asked for more. And she gladly surrendered another gasp when Deke nudged her in just the right spot again while suckling her nipple with a hard ferocity. Then Luc moved in for the kill, a kiss of soft demand that infused her with a sublime jolt of pleasure. Her lips tingled when they backed away to take harsh breaths. A line of electric pleasure darted between her br**sts and her vagina, lighting up her entire body.
“You’re like sugar on my tongue,” Luc praised, nuzzling her neck, one thumb scraping the distended nipple still wet from Deke’s sucking. “Sweet as you dissolve.”
That talented mouth swept across her jaw, over her cheek, pausing to seize her lips again and sink deep. He inflamed with his kiss, sending her hotter, higher, silently promising each time he touched her that he’d deliver satisfaction—in his time. In his way.
To add to the mounting sensations, Deke continued to ride her clit in steady, friction-furious strokes, igniting everything from the waist down. He pinched her ni**les, twisted, turned, engorging them further, lifting her senses high. When she panted and clutched at Deke’s arms and swore she might come, he backed away.
Luc did the same.
Kimber cried out in frustration.
Deke flashed her a merciless smile and scraped her sensitive nipple. “You want more, kitten?”
He was toying with her. They were. But at the moment, Kimber didn’t care. She’d never felt anything like the pleasure Luc and Deke were saturating her with.
Sensations were like quicksand, drowning her. The more she writhed, the faster she went under. And she loved it.
“Please.” The word slipped out of her mouth on a pant.
Luc slanted one of his devastating kisses across her mouth in his next breath.
Deke continued his rhythmic friction of his c**k against her clit, the merciless nips of his mouth at her ni**les.
Every time they touched her, fresh sensations poured over her like warm honey—that quickly became liquid-hot lightning. She was floating, sinking, begging…
“More.” The word slipped out, breathy and urgent.
Deke kissed his way up from her br**sts, breathing over her neck. She shivered, and Luc pinned her with another haunting kiss. The man’s mouth seemed to say with every swipe of his tongue that he wanted something only she could give him.
Deceptive, but oh so effective. Once he got his mouth on a woman, Kimber bet they never said no.
As wonderful as it was, when Deke nibbled on her earlobe and wrapped his arms around her, the sensation was even more intense. She arched into his hard-hewn chest, suddenly hating his shirt—any shirt—that stood between his skin and hers.
Kimber had never imagined that she could so badly want a man she thought annoyed her so much. But she did. Why?
“What more do you want?” Deke’s silky whisper slid down her spine, then seemed to caress the very wet spot that ached most for him.
How did he do that? With just a whisper, how did the sound seem to go straight to her clit? Luc lifted his head to hear her answer.
“It feels so good…” was all she could whisper in return. She doubted she could give either of them any details they didn’t know for themselves.
“It can be better,” Luc whispered into her other ear.
Better? God help me… Usually, Kimber was made of stronger stuff. The only sort of contest she’d never won at least once against her brothers was a pissing contest.
Pain, drinking, speed, endurance—she’d beat them at least once. Yet this pleasure was crushing her will.
“If you want more, we’ll give it to you. I want to lay you facedown on the kitchen table and watch Luc eat your pu**y while you suck me off.” Through pleasure-hazed eyes, Kimber glanced at the kitchen table. She could picture the scene. Too easily. She’d never given a man a blow job, but she’d try. In fact, she’d love to make Mr. Tough weak at the knees. And if Luc’s kiss was heaven, she could only imagine how fabulous he would be with o**l s*x. But the challenging tone of Deke’s words bothered her. Did he still think she was afraid?
“Okay,” she breathed.
“You’d better wait to hear all you’re agreeing to.”
“Deke,” Luc cut in, frowning.
The hunk and a half of blond muscle stopped him with a raised hand. “She should hear everything.”