Byron turns my head to the side, giving him full access to my mouth. This kiss feels different, almost as though he’s here out of obligation, not desire. He reaches around my body, laying his hand flat against my stomach to tug me into his body. His dick is hard against my ass.
“You feel that?” Byron’s words tickle my ear.
At his question, Marek stands. There should be discomfort in seeing Marek watch Byron and me together, but exhilaration is what’s coursing through my veins.
“He asked you a question, sweetheart.” Marek shifts into me, plastering his chest to mine. Now, it’s Byron’s time to give me some space. His warmth a glaring absence, I check over my shoulder to see him leaning against the wall, his eyes hooded with the desire his kiss lacked.
Marek’s warm lips brush against the dip of my chest, bringing my attention back to him. The kisses are softer than I’ve imagined him being capable of. As he progresses up my neck, they grow more forceful.
What the hell have I gotten myself into?
“Seems our girl is hiding a little devil inside of her, Hawthorne,” Byron says.
Marek’s teeth grit together. If it’s from Byron calling me their girl, the joke’s on them, because I belong to neither of them, at least beyond tonight.
“Is that true?” Marek falls to his knees and slowly lowers the zipper of my jeans. An easy sort of pleasure stares up at me as he shimmies the denim off my hips. “Is there a devil inside of you?” Marek’s tongue skims the front of my white lace panties, close enough to taste me. As my head falls back, I catch his smirk. “Because all I see is an angel.”
I step out of the jeans, and Marek throws them onto Byron’s bed. Marek stands, running his hands up my legs. Eye-to-eye, I steady my nerves. His are clear and hungry with a satisfaction as he watches me.
Is he waiting for me to run from the room? That won’t happen. Not now after what I know.
“I hate his hands touched you first,” Marek whispers in my ear. “He got the chance to feel you against his fingers before I could. That's killing me.” His teeth sink into my earlobe, sending a shock straight to my core.
With a confidence I didn’t know I had, I run the pad of my thumb over his bottom lip. “There’s something of his that’s never touched me.”
At my suggestion, Marek falls back to his knees, gripping tight to my hips. He hooks a finger into my panties, discarding them like they never belonged on my body.
Eye level with my bare pussy, he licks his lip, inching forward. His tongue, starving and desperate, explores me, teasing until I can’t stop my hands from landing on the top of his head. With a tight hold on his hair, I tug on the ends. He grasps my thigh, angling my leg over his shoulder, opening me to him. My body jolts onto my tippy toes, his tongue driving me fucking mad.
I want to touch him so bad.
At the thought, Byron reminds me Marek and I aren’t alone. He shifts my hair to one side, gazing over my shoulder and down at his friend. They make full eye contact, not shying away from each other. Byron’s teeth sink into my shoulder, and a moan crowds the space between the three of us.
All it takes is the two of them acknowledging the other to turn my insides upside down.
“Holy fuck!” My inner thoughts come out, making both release a deep chuckle.
Something so small is so damn sexy.
Marek stands, and with no hesitation, his lips crash into mine, allowing me to taste myself on his tongue. His hands find comfort in my hair, and he tugs just enough to make me take notice.
“Lie down,” Byron demands.
I don’t trust these mother fuckers to save my life, but damn if they don’t do things to my body.
I do as Byron says, pushing onto the bed. He’s quick to dip between my thighs, replacing Marek’s tongue with his own. Beside me, Marek kneels with one knee on the bed and the other leg dangling off the edge, keeping his balance tight. I grab his belt loop to tug him closer, making quick work of his button and zipper. The material slides down his legs, springing him free. He grips the base, stroking himself. I sit up enough to replace his hand with mine and lean forward