Trials and Tiaras (Untouchable #7) - Heather Long Page 0,33
guitar. I loved these lessons. I loved that Coop was here with us. I loved even more that Ian had invited him.
“Did you grab what I asked for?” he said to Coop while I studied the lyric sheets. I couldn’t read music as easily as he did. To be fair, I couldn’t really read it at all. I kind of still had to do the number game in my head. But he wrote the little notations next to each bar I had to play so I could find the right fingering.
“Yep. You want to do that now?” I wasn’t sure if Coop meant to sound scandalized or teasing, but he managed both, even as he glanced at me with a grin. Oh, boy. What had these two decided to do?
Honestly, the excitement tingling through me had me agreeing without even knowing, and they hadn’t asked yet.
“Depends,” Ian mused, then glanced at me. “You up for a little play tonight, Angel? Or do you just want to work on the music and relax?”
“Can’t we do both?” Because, um, yes please?
The smile in his eyes seemed to grow as Ian studied me. “We can, but this might be a little tougher on you tonight.”
Like that was a deterrent. The last few days had been hell, except when I was with them. I touched my tongue to my teeth and glanced at Coop, who stared at us with an unreadable expression, except for the hint of curiosity in his eyes, and back to Ian. His expression was all infinite patience. He wanted to know what I needed.
Guitar in hand, I dropped to my knees and glanced up at him. “Whatever you want to do, sir.”
“Fuck,” Coop said almost under his breath, but he didn’t add anything and I didn’t take my gaze off of Ian to check on him.
“All right. Put the guitar down and come here, Angel.”
Excitement shivered through me as I did as I was told, and that was how I found myself stretched over Ian’s lap with my pants around my ankles as they loosened my ass with their fingers. When they had two each stretching me, tears sparked in my eyes, even as my pussy grew hot, slick, and needy. It ached beautifully, and then the pressure eased off and Coop moved around to kneel in front of me.
“You okay?” The soft question made me smile, even as a couple of tears escaped, and I nodded.
“Words, Angel,” Ian scolded, and the warm hand he had spread over one curve of my ass delivered a sharp slap that was more noise than sting. But it grounded me. How the ache could feel so good, I couldn’t explain, but being right on the cusp of pain had me panting for more.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Very okay… It feels…like too much and not enough.”
“Good,” he said softly and rubbed the spot he’d slapped gently. “Go ahead and kiss her, Coop. You’ve waited long enough.”
Coop needed no further encouragement. He gripped my face in one hand and then kissed me with such soul-searing sweetness, I almost sobbed all over again. The moment was a perfect counterpoint to the sudden pressure as Ian removed his fingers and replaced them with a well-lubed plug that stretched me nearly as much as their fingers had. Fuck, I was so full that I rolled my hips and groaned. The soft, sharp slap had me holding still, ass clenching, until Ian soothed me with a gentle murmur, and I relaxed to let him finish pushing it in.
“Good girl,” he said, stroking my ass in slow circles. “Such a good girl for us. Need another kiss from Coop?”
I laughed between my tears, because yes, it stung, and oh God, I was so full and stretched and aching and needy, but also…”Yes please?”
Not even waiting, Coop claimed my mouth again with a slow tongue-stroking, nipping kiss that promised to consume me, and I didn’t even care how exposed I was over Ian’s lap or the thickness of Ian’s very interested dick pressing at my belly. Ian kept rubbing slow circles against my ass as Coop lingered in the kiss, and I hung on for every single moment.
After, they helped me sit up and, much to my disappointment, pulled up my pants. The plug wasn’t terrible, but it also wasn’t the most comfortable thing. Ian and Coop took turns going to wash their hands before they settled back in and handed me back my guitar.