Before his brother could convince her to say no, Cam was tasting her. He was licking her.
He was bending, spreading kisses along her torso, her little belly, going to his knees as one hand cupped her inner thigh and he lifted her leg to curl over his shoulder.
Cam’s hands were shaking. Hell, his hands hadn’t shook since he was fifteen years old. But they were shaking now, as he parted the dewy, syrup-laden folds hiding the sweetest flesh in the world.
“Cam.” Her voice was uncertain, just a little dazed.
He glanced up from the sweet treasure to see her braced against Chase’s chest, his brother’s hands cupping her br**sts and his lips at her shoulder.
“It’s so easy,” he whispered. “To just feel the pleasure. That’s all, Jaci. Let me love you. Let me love you the only way I can.”
How much he revealed in those simple words. Jaci felt a sob lodge in her throat, felt the sudden aching need to know Cam, exactly how he was right now. To take what he wanted to give her.
“It’s okay,” Chase whispered in her ear, a soft caress of breath barely heard. “It’s just Cam, Jaci. I promise you. It’s just Cam loving you.”
She trembled and closed her eyes, hearing in his voice something she needed to know. Her heart had always belonged to Cam, she couldn’t share it. Couldn’t imagine opening part of it for another man.
Then she couldn’t imagine ever thinking a sane thought again. She flinched as sensation drove her breath from her lungs and pleasure began a lash of intensity that threatened to break her.
She felt Cam lick her. His tongue pressed into the narrow slit of her pu**y, licked up and around her clit, and had her crying out with the tidal wave force of sensations tearing through her.
She remembered Chase licking her there. Remembered his tongue, gentle and savoring. Cam savored, but he took and gave with a force that left her shuddering. He devoured her like a man starving for the taste. And in turn, he drove hesitancy and doubt from her mind.
She had always wondered what she had walked away from. Now she was finding out. This. Cam’s hungry mouth delving into her pu**y, his body bending until he could work his tongue into the narrow opening of her pu**y, driving into it in a hard, destructive thrust.
“Oh God!” Her hands were threaded in his hair, her head pressing into Chase’s shoulder as Chase’s fingers pulled at her ni**les. Blistering streaks of pleasure and gentle pain raced from the hard tips to her womb, mixing with the fiery fingers of white-hot sensation tearing from her vagina.
She lifted herself against them, her h*ps writhing against the hold Cam had on them, trying to work more of that stroking, heated flesh deeper inside her.
He was licking her inside.
He was licking her. And Chase—diabolical, wicked Chase—with slickened fingers was probing at her rear, one finger entering, penetrating her easily as she strained to come. He thrusted with such gentleness that the movements were nearly lost amid the violent pleasure of Cam’s f**king tongue.
“I can’t. . .” Her head thrashed on Chase’s shoulder.
“So easy, sweetheart,” Chase whispered, his voice rough and filled with hunger. “Just take the pleasure.”
His finger slid free, pulled back, then slowly pressed in again. But this time, it was wilder, hotter. Not one finger but two, pressing inside her, easing into the untried channel as Cam licked and devoured.
She felt pleasure and streaks of pleasure-pain. She felt fiery fingers of sensation racing over her body, and lost her breath as Chase’s fingers spread inside her slowly, easily.
“Cam. Oh God. It’s too much.” She was fighting to hold on to her sanity. Just a little sanity was all she was asking them to leave her. Just a tiny bit.
But it wasn’t happening. His tongue pushed hard and deep, retreated then pushed forcefully inside her once again, and nearly had her orgasming as he licked. Chase’s fingers slid free, pressed forward, the width thicker, her hold on him tighter; they worked inside her rear with the gentlest movements—experienced, knowing.
He knew how to do this. This wasn’t a man just along for the ride. He knew what the hell he was doing and how to do it. How to counter each touch, each stroke Cam gave, how to blend pleasure and pain until there was no thought, not so much as one thought of hesitation inside her.
“I have you. I’ll hold you, Jaci.” Chase bit at her shoulder, his voice thick now, the feel of his bared c**k at her lower back.
They were undressed? She blinked down at Cam to see his shirt gone, his pants undone. One hand held her hip, the other his cock. And it was too wicked. The sight of it was too much to bear. In that moment, she admitted, sanity was long long gone.
4
She came on his tongue. Cam felt her pu**y twitch, convulse, then sweeter than sweet, soft, heated cream slid over his tongue and gave him another addiction. Something else about her to crave. The taste of her release, like nectar, subtle and creamy, destroying his senses.
He’d be damned if he was going to come in his own hand this time. Nor was he going to take her standing up, as though this were all he needed from her. It wasn’t. Not in any way.
He lifted her leg from his shoulder, aware of Chase slowly easing his fingers from that sweet ass.