Heat of the Moment
Page 8
- Background:
- Text Font:
- Text Size:
- Line Height:
- Line Break Height:
- Frame:
She stopped, leaned against the wall and stared at the two men who’d followed her inside, both gorgeous in their own right. Garrett, with his dark hair and rugged good looks. Carson, fair and blond with his chiseled GQ-model face.
She could ask them to leave, claim this was a mistake, but her body’s reaction to them made it hard to open her mouth and say the words. God, what was wrong with her?
Her ni**les were as hard as icicles, her panties were soaked, and every cell in her body begged for the chance to be taken by these two sex gods. Two hard bodies pressed against hers, two pairs of hands touching her, two mouths kissing her, two cocks—
“Shel?” Garrett prompted.
She swallowed. It was unbelievably hot in the apartment, making it hard to breathe let alone think. Open a window, that’s what she needed to do. Or turn on the fan sitting on the coffee table. But she couldn’t bring herself to move. Her pu**y was throbbing, her clit so painfully swollen she had to squeeze her thighs together before she keeled over.
“So how do you want to do this?” she burst out. There, she’d finally said something.
Which meant she couldn’t back down now, because the something she’d said pretty much made it obvious she intended to do this. And jeez, did that throaty femme fatale voice actually belong to her?
“It’d help if you took off your clothes,” Carson returned with a sexy chuckle.
Garrett said nothing, but his piercing brown eyes were narrowed with arousal, as well as another emotion she couldn’t quite put her finger on. She wished he would come over and kiss her. She already knew what Carson’s kiss tasted like. Slow, teasing, languid. Would Garrett’s lips feel as soft against hers? Would he be gentle? Or would his kiss be rough, greedy?
Suddenly she couldn’t wait to find out, but since they obviously expected her to get naked before they touched her, Shelby reached for the hem of her tank and pulled the thin material up and over her head. Her bra was practically pasted to her body, drops of sweat already forming between her br**sts. Her fingers were shaky as she unhooked the front clasp and shrugged the lacy bra off her shoulders. Neither man said a word, but their eyes widened with approval at the sight of her bare br**sts. The palpable appreciation jumpstarted her confidence, and her hands were no longer trembling when she gripped the elastic waistband of her flowing skirt and took that off too. The thong came off next, and then she was naked and on display for the two sexiest guys she’d ever encountered.
Carson’s soft whistle broke through the silence. “Jesus, Shelby,” he hissed out.
“You’re f**king gorgeous.”
Heat spilled over her cheeks. Both men were completely dressed, and there she was, standing in front of them without a stitch of clothing so they could openly admire her.
And under their scrutiny, her ni**les tightened, her br**sts grew heavy and a rush of moisture pooled between her legs. Maybe it made her the slut of the century, but she couldn’t wait to get started.
Evidently Garrett felt the same urgency, because before she could blink he had stepped toward her and was pulling her naked body to his clothed one. She stared at his mouth, knowing her excitement was written all over her face. “Kiss me,” she whispered.
He quickly complied, pressing his lips to hers. His mouth was hot, firm, insistent. Oh yes. Carson had kissed her like he had all the time in the world, his mouth lazy, but Garrett was more intense. His kisses were rough and hungry and passionate, as if he wanted to devour her. Well, she wanted to devour him too. So she did, sucking hard on his tongue and shamelessly rubbing against his lower body.
Breathing hard, she tugged on the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head.
Underneath the shirt, his chest was all muscle, a wide expanse of hard ripples and smooth golden skin, with a dusting of light brown hair leading to the waistband of his cargo pants.
Her mouth went dry, her hand unsteady as she reached out and touched that incredible chest. She brushed her finger over one of his flat, brown ni**les, eliciting a ragged sigh from his throat.
She was trying to decide if she was bold enough to lower her head and suck on his nipple when she felt a warm pair of hands stroking her bare back. She nearly jumped, then realized it was Carson, obviously eager to join in the fun.
Oh God, this was surreal. Her naked body sandwiched between these two big men, Carson’s hands squeezing her ass, Garrett dipping his head and kissing her again. Shivers of arousal danced up and down her spine, and a resulting moan slid out of her mouth.
Garrett chuckled softly, then planted his hands on her waist and turned her around, pressing his groin into her ass as Carson filled her mouth with his tongue.
She could feel Garrett’s erection nestled between her ass cheeks, and when Carson pulled her closer and parted her knees with one hard thigh she could feel the ridge of his arousal too. She sighed, pushing her ass against Garrett and reaching down to rub Carson through his khakis.
“Take your pants off,” she murmured.
She was addressing both of them, but Carson was the only one to reply. He offered her a lopsided grin and muttered, “Do it for me.”
She found herself glancing over at Garrett, who simply glanced back, his dark eyes flickering with raw heat. “Don’t keep the man waiting,” he said with a faint smile.
Drawing in a slow breath, she tugged at Carson’s zipper. It lowered with a metallic hiss.
Shelby hesitated, unsure of what to do next. This was all so new to her, the entire experience seeming more like a figment of her dirty imagination than a real-time occurrence.
She could ask them to leave, claim this was a mistake, but her body’s reaction to them made it hard to open her mouth and say the words. God, what was wrong with her?
Her ni**les were as hard as icicles, her panties were soaked, and every cell in her body begged for the chance to be taken by these two sex gods. Two hard bodies pressed against hers, two pairs of hands touching her, two mouths kissing her, two cocks—
“Shel?” Garrett prompted.
She swallowed. It was unbelievably hot in the apartment, making it hard to breathe let alone think. Open a window, that’s what she needed to do. Or turn on the fan sitting on the coffee table. But she couldn’t bring herself to move. Her pu**y was throbbing, her clit so painfully swollen she had to squeeze her thighs together before she keeled over.
“So how do you want to do this?” she burst out. There, she’d finally said something.
Which meant she couldn’t back down now, because the something she’d said pretty much made it obvious she intended to do this. And jeez, did that throaty femme fatale voice actually belong to her?
“It’d help if you took off your clothes,” Carson returned with a sexy chuckle.
Garrett said nothing, but his piercing brown eyes were narrowed with arousal, as well as another emotion she couldn’t quite put her finger on. She wished he would come over and kiss her. She already knew what Carson’s kiss tasted like. Slow, teasing, languid. Would Garrett’s lips feel as soft against hers? Would he be gentle? Or would his kiss be rough, greedy?
Suddenly she couldn’t wait to find out, but since they obviously expected her to get naked before they touched her, Shelby reached for the hem of her tank and pulled the thin material up and over her head. Her bra was practically pasted to her body, drops of sweat already forming between her br**sts. Her fingers were shaky as she unhooked the front clasp and shrugged the lacy bra off her shoulders. Neither man said a word, but their eyes widened with approval at the sight of her bare br**sts. The palpable appreciation jumpstarted her confidence, and her hands were no longer trembling when she gripped the elastic waistband of her flowing skirt and took that off too. The thong came off next, and then she was naked and on display for the two sexiest guys she’d ever encountered.
Carson’s soft whistle broke through the silence. “Jesus, Shelby,” he hissed out.
“You’re f**king gorgeous.”
Heat spilled over her cheeks. Both men were completely dressed, and there she was, standing in front of them without a stitch of clothing so they could openly admire her.
And under their scrutiny, her ni**les tightened, her br**sts grew heavy and a rush of moisture pooled between her legs. Maybe it made her the slut of the century, but she couldn’t wait to get started.
Evidently Garrett felt the same urgency, because before she could blink he had stepped toward her and was pulling her naked body to his clothed one. She stared at his mouth, knowing her excitement was written all over her face. “Kiss me,” she whispered.
He quickly complied, pressing his lips to hers. His mouth was hot, firm, insistent. Oh yes. Carson had kissed her like he had all the time in the world, his mouth lazy, but Garrett was more intense. His kisses were rough and hungry and passionate, as if he wanted to devour her. Well, she wanted to devour him too. So she did, sucking hard on his tongue and shamelessly rubbing against his lower body.
Breathing hard, she tugged on the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head.
Underneath the shirt, his chest was all muscle, a wide expanse of hard ripples and smooth golden skin, with a dusting of light brown hair leading to the waistband of his cargo pants.
Her mouth went dry, her hand unsteady as she reached out and touched that incredible chest. She brushed her finger over one of his flat, brown ni**les, eliciting a ragged sigh from his throat.
She was trying to decide if she was bold enough to lower her head and suck on his nipple when she felt a warm pair of hands stroking her bare back. She nearly jumped, then realized it was Carson, obviously eager to join in the fun.
Oh God, this was surreal. Her naked body sandwiched between these two big men, Carson’s hands squeezing her ass, Garrett dipping his head and kissing her again. Shivers of arousal danced up and down her spine, and a resulting moan slid out of her mouth.
Garrett chuckled softly, then planted his hands on her waist and turned her around, pressing his groin into her ass as Carson filled her mouth with his tongue.
She could feel Garrett’s erection nestled between her ass cheeks, and when Carson pulled her closer and parted her knees with one hard thigh she could feel the ridge of his arousal too. She sighed, pushing her ass against Garrett and reaching down to rub Carson through his khakis.
“Take your pants off,” she murmured.
She was addressing both of them, but Carson was the only one to reply. He offered her a lopsided grin and muttered, “Do it for me.”
She found herself glancing over at Garrett, who simply glanced back, his dark eyes flickering with raw heat. “Don’t keep the man waiting,” he said with a faint smile.
Drawing in a slow breath, she tugged at Carson’s zipper. It lowered with a metallic hiss.
Shelby hesitated, unsure of what to do next. This was all so new to her, the entire experience seeming more like a figment of her dirty imagination than a real-time occurrence.
