“Take off your shirt. That’s where I want to start,” Jesse said.
She managed to get her eyes off Cade’s cock long enough to stare at the floor. Now that she’d seen Cade, she wasn’t so sure she wanted to get naked. “Can’t we turn off the light?”
“No,” Cade said. “Give me the shirt, Gemma.”
For a good-time guy, he seemed awfully bossy. “Jesse’s still dressed.”
“We’re going to have to have a long talk about the meaning of the word submission, darlin’. We can have it one of two ways. We can have it with your shirt off, or we can have it with your ass in the air.”
She shook her head. “Why would my ass be…Oh, you’ll spank me if I don’t take my shirt off.”
“There’s that Harvard-trained brain.” Jesse sat back, a hard glint in his eyes. “I’m going to explain myself just this once. I want you naked because I want this to be intimate. I think you’ll be more honest with your clothes off. I intend to strip off every bit of your armor.”
Cade smiled her way. “I want you naked because I would like to see your tits.”
“You might not like them.” That was her real fear.
Jesse groaned. “Damn it, Gemma, Cade promises he will like your tits.”
“I will be very good friends with them,” Cade said, his face looking lighter than it had in days.
It was the grin on Cade’s face that did it. He was enjoying the play. He wanted to be here, where just moments before she’d wondered if he wanted her. He did. He was comfortable, and she didn’t want to ruin it.
She pulled at the bottom of her shirt.
Jesse held his hand out, taking the shirt and putting it to the side. “And the bra. Tell me about sex with Patrick while you take off your bra.”
He was an impossible man, and he was also an immovable object. She reached around trying to unhook her plain-Jane white bra that didn’t match her underwear. She wished she’d bought a nicer one, but it didn’t seem practical since no one could see her bra. She’d needed to spend money on the outward trappings of success, and no one at the firm gave a damn if undies were lacy and silky, not even Patrick, who often had simply screwed her without taking her bra off.
“Focus, Gemma.” Jesse’s sharp command brought her back to reality.
Oh, yes, she was supposed to talk. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm. Her hands were shaking. She would never get the damn thing off this way. Patrick. They wanted to know about Patrick. “I thought we were okay. I didn’t love him. I know that’s probably wrong, but I didn’t even want to love him. I liked him. He was charming, and we were going to the same place.”
“Tell me about sex, Gemma.” He said the word sex like it was a decadent dessert he wanted to lick up and savor.
“Tell me about sex.” Cade echoed Jesse’s words, but punctuated them by putting his steady hands over her shaking ones. In a single twist, he had the bra undone.
“It was quick. That seemed right at the time. My whole life was that way. I’m not the type of person who stops and smells the roses, Jesse. I tend to tromp all over the roses as I rush to make the subway.”
Cade slid the bra over her arms. She was half naked with two men. Maybe she wasn’t quite the woman she’d been before.
“I like to smell the roses,” Cade said. “And I damn well like playing with them.”
She leaned back because Cade crowded her, his head going down to her chest. He seemed to be taking the whole “making friends with her breasts” thing seriously. And he appeared to want to be really good friends. She gasped as he sucked a nipple into his mouth.
That was what arousal felt like. Holy hell. Her pussy actually quivered. “I think I’m ready now.”
Jesse stood, slipping his own shirt over his head. “Not yet, Gemma. Did you submit to him?”
She nearly laughed, but Cade’s mouth was doing amazing things to her nipples. She had to fight to speak. “Uhm, no. I was in charge of that relationship. Well, I thought I was. I had empirical evidence to support the claim. Patrick started at the firm a year before me, but I worked with him, and we had a big case and he got promoted. And then I worked under him.”
“Cade, get that skirt off her,” Jesse commanded.
Oh, he shouldn’t have made fun of Cade’s supersized man part. Jesse had one of his own. His cock bobbed as he stepped out of his boxers. Gemma didn’t protest the loss of her skirt because she was too busy studying Jesse. His cock was so thick, with a plum-shaped head. For the first time in her life, she actually wondered what a cock would taste like.
Okay, so now she was actually totally naked and there were two other people in the room with her and they were naked, too, and she wasn’t a toddler waiting for a bath. Crap and balls, she was going to have sex. With two men. Really soon.
“Go on, Gemma.” Jesse stood, watching down. His hand covered his cock, stroking himself. He got even bigger, the thick stalk of his dick elongating.
“Jesse, I’m ready.” She was ready. There was no question about it. Her heart was pounding. Her mouth was dry because she was pretty sure every available ounce of moisture in her body was now pooled in her pussy. Could a person get dehydrated from sexual stimulation?
His lips curled up. “Not yet. Tell me the rest.”
Cade tossed her skirt aside and thrust his face between her breasts, nuzzling her as he spread her legs wide.
“Jesse, how am I supposed to talk when he’s doing this to me?” Her legs were around his torso. He was cradled between her thighs, and he started kissing his way down her body.
Jesse didn’t move, simply continued staring down at her as his hand moved up and down his cock. “Consider it a challenge. If you stop talking, he’s going to stop playing.”
Fuck. First she gets Two-Minute Patrick with the skinny balls, and now she got the Big-Dicked Brotherhood, and they seemed to have perfected their torture methods. “Fine. Patrick got his promotion because he passed off my work as his own.”
Jesse’s eyebrows climbed his face. “You let that happen?”
She’d been stupid. She could see that now. “At the time, we’d just gotten engaged, and it seemed like a sacrifice I was making for us as a couple. He’d been there longer. He was up for the promotion. I wouldn’t have gotten it because I was too junior. Oh my god, what is that!”
Stupid question. It was his tongue. Right there on her hoo-haw.
Jesse grinned. “Cunnilingus. Otherwise known as oral sex. Eating pussy. Tasting girl pie. Need I go on? He’s going to stop in a minute.”
She didn’t want him to stop. Her voice came out in a strangled singsong. “So I gave up the work to him. I backed him. And we went on. We did everything a power couple should.”
“Sex, Gemma. What was it like beyond rushed?”
“Well, it sure as hell didn’t involve this.” She nearly screamed as Cade speared her with his tongue. He just dove right in, sending his tongue straight up her pussy. “Why is he doing this? I don’t think this can taste good.”
Cade’s head came up. His perfectly sensual mouth was glistening with juice. “You taste fucking incredible. Did that asshole tell you you didn’t taste good, baby?”
She shivered, wishing he would go back to the oral sex thing because she was pretty sure she was addicted to it now. “He didn’t like it. He said it wasn’t sanitary.”
“Sex isn’t sanitary, Gemma.” Cade crawled back up her body. “It’s nasty and filthy and gorgeous. This is what you taste like.”
Before she could protest, he covered her mouth with his. He forced her lips open, his tongue delving deep. He’d just lapped at her pussy, fucked her with his tongue, and now he was kissing her like there was no tomorrow, sharing the cream of her own arousal with her.