She had expected the bed.
“Come here, baby.” She jerked in startled surprise as she felt Ian pulling her forward, spreading her thighs as he came between them. She felt the rasp of the chair’s upholstery against her tender rear, the feel of Ian’s hair-roughened thighs as he spread hers further apart.
His lips nipped at hers as she breathed in roughly and sought more of his kiss.
She could taste the faint hint of whisky, and heat, like a summer storm. The damp stroke of his tongue igniting nerve endings she had never paid attention to at any other time.
“I want to touch you,” she groaned as he licked at her lips.
“You want to make me crazy,” he reprimanded her, surprising her with the edge of amusement in his voice as his hands cupped her br**sts, pressing them together as he lowered his head to the stiff ni**les awaiting him there.
Courtney arched closer, shaking with the deepening arousal as whimpers of need passed her lips as he licked them. His tongue was damp, hot. Her ni**les so sensitive that the lightest stroke had her shaking from the pleasure.
“She’s beautiful, Ian.” Khalid’s husky, heavily accented voice was a whisper of hunger at her side. His voice was huskier, lower, pleasure filling it.
“Yes, she is,” Ian agreed a second before his tongue swiped over her ni**les again, drawing a low moan of exquisite pleasure from her.
“She’s really horny, too,” she informed them both, her tone one of desperation. “Could we do something about this now?”
Had she shocked him?
She felt him still against her for a long moment, then his lips covered a nipple, his teeth nipping, his lips drawing on her as fire began to sizzle in the pit of her stomach. Her head fell back against the chair, her feet bracing on the floor as she arched closer, desperate to press her pu**y against him, for the friction needed to ease the building fury raging inside her.
“Open.” A thumb ran across her lips.
Courtney was under no illusions to what was coming. Her mouth opened, wide, a muttered groan passing her lips as Khalid sank the flared crest of his c**k past her lips. It was thick, hot, filling her mouth as she closed on it again and began to suck with the same devastating, teasing strokes Ian was using on her ni**les.
She found that her sense of taste became elevated with the dark blindfold. Khalid’s c**k was just as thick as Ian’s, though the head was more tapered than rounded, and the taste was wilder. A mix of lust and dry, heated nights, much like the land he came from.
Let them tease. She could tease back. Bound and blindfolded be damned. She had other ways to push them as well.
Her tongue mimicked Ian’s, drawing a ragged groan from Khalid’s throat as he pressed heavily between her lips, drawing back as her tongue lashed against the sensitive underside, then pressing forward again as she sucked at the burgeoning head.
He tasted of male heat and lust. A heady flavor when combined with the stimulus Ian was applying to her br**sts.
She heard both men moan, the sound amplified, the desire different in each voice. Khalid was all lust and passion. But Ian, his voice was rougher, deeper, filled with an emotion that made her tremble with hope.
“She’s a wicked tease, my friend.” Khalid’s voice was rough as he shafted her lips with obviously frayed control.
Courtney felt Ian shift, one hand moving from her breast. A second later, a scream echoed around Khalid’s c**k as she felt two fingers plunge deep inside her cunt, separating the pulsing tissue as fire lanced through her womb.
Khalid held her head steady as he continued to f**k his c**k in and out, past lips that fought to maintain suction even as she struggled to breathe. Ian’s lips drew frantically at her nipple as his fingers scissored inside her vagina, stroking alternate nerve endings and forcing her quivering flesh into submission.
And he wasn’t letting her come.
Deliberately, backing off, surging forward, stroking, tormenting, he kept her on the edge of her arousal as light began to swirl within her vision, proof that the intensity of the sensations was destroying her mind.
Suddenly, Khalid’s c**k popped free of her mouth, his laughter drifting around her as she uttered a protesting cry and attempted to follow for more. Ian’s fingers slid from her pu**y and she was suddenly left devoid of any touch.
“That was mean.” She shifted her legs, searching for Ian with her feet as she felt the cool air of the bedroom caressing her overheated flesh. “Come on, Ian, you don’t have to torture me.”
But she knew he would.
She was looking forward to it.
“Come on, baby.”
She gasped as Ian’s voice whispered at her ear again. He helped her from the chair, steadying her when her legs quivered beneath her, and led her to the bed.