Her head turned, and she felt besieged. She felt lost in a world of sex with nothing to hold on to now. She would have held on to Khalid, she would have, but as her head turned she was face-to-crest with Khalid's erection, and he was already naked.
"Oh God," she whispered.
Courage. The word flashed through her mind.
You're not woman enough for one man, let alone two. Drew sneering those words at her.
Her hand lifted, her fingers running beneath the fierce, hard length of flesh.
"Ah, little one." Khalid almost groaned. "Fingers like the softest silk."
The iron-hard length was thick, heavily veined, the head wide, dark. There were things she had never done. She had never taken what she wanted. She had never asked for what she needed.
She curled her fingers as far over the width as she could, parted her lips and lifted her head.
Her tongue met the hot, eager c**k headfirst. It throbbed, and she may have heard Khalid whisper a curse.
Between her thighs, Chase grew hungrier. His tongue licked through the juices she felt easing from her body, a ragged groan vibrating into her flesh as she milked the head of Khalid's c**k into her mouth.
She sucked him. She had never gained pleasure in this before because Drew had always given her instructions as she did it. Khalid wasn't giving instructions. He bent over her instead, his tongue racing over a nipple, his mouth enveloping it and drawing on her erotically as she arched her h*ps closer to Chase's lips.
Oh yes. She opened her lips wider, took more of him and moaned at the heat, the raging sexuality and the hunger beginning to build inside her.
"Exquisite." Khalid groaned. "Ah, sweet, your mouth. So beautiful."
He lifted himself from her breast, but she didn't release him. When his hand buried in her hair, clenching in the strands, she tensed.
Wasn't she doing it right? Was he going to try to force her to do it his way?
He didn't. He stroked her scalp, his nails raked over it sensually, but he stayed still within her grip. He didn't thrust, simply waited. And when she began moving again she heard the low, drawn-out moan that passed his lips.
She was crying out as she tried to pleasure him. Between her thighs, Chase was driving her mad. His tongue stroked, and his fingers. His fingers were diabolical and left no doubts as to exactly what they intended for her tonight.
As he licked, stroked, his tongue flickering inside her vagina before moving to her clit, his fingers were destroying her senses.
His fingertip pressed at the entrance to her rear as he suckled at her clit, taking her to the edge of the peak before pulling her back, forcing her to strain into his touch, her movements opening that hidden entrance and allowing his finger to slide inside.
Cool and slick with lubrication, his finger worked its way slowly inside as she shuddered again. She would have worried. If the pleasure hadn't been tearing through her, she might have hesitated.
"Ah sweet. Such warmth and generosity." Khalid's voice was harsher now. "You're destroying my control." His hands pulled at her hair erotically. "Ah f**k. Yes, suck the head, sweetheart. Just like that."
His thighs tightened as she drew the head in deeper, sucked and flicked her tongue over it, then she arched and screamed against it as she felt the intrusion in her rear. Thicker than one finger, he was using two now stretching inside her, parting the tender tissue as waves of screaming pleasure began to race through her.
She was arching to Chase's tongue, driving his fingers deeper. The ache building inside her was too much. Chase was making her crazy, his tongue flickering over her clit, through her pu**y and drawing more of her dampness from inside her, tearing her apart with the sensations.
She couldn't focus on the pleasure she could give, because she was racing toward the pleasure she was being given.
"Here, little one." Khalid drew back, easing her mouth from him as she realized her nails were digging into his thigh. "There. It is all good. Yes?"
Khalid poured oil into his palms, rubbed them together, and began caressing her again as she stared back at him, dazed. He rubbed her br**sts, her belly, his hands running close to her mound, as Chase peered at her with diabolical greed.
Below, deep inside the forbidden channel Chase was stretching, penetrating, she felt his fingers scissor apart again, felt that burn that pierced her sex and had her gasping, shaking.
She was so close.
"Chase." Her head dug into the pillow as she tried to arch closer. "Please, Chase."
"Pleasure, Kia," Chase whispered back, his voice strained as his fingers slid from her.