Her gaze flicked to Tariq. Abram hadn’t had a third with him then, but he did now.
“No matter what I need?”
Her heart tripped in her chest at the question.
“No matter what you need.”
His fingers moved to the metal button of his jeans as he toed the shoes from his feet, his gaze never leaving hers.
“No matter how I need it?”
Her thighs clenched as her gaze moved to Tariq, feeling his eyes watching her, probing the darkness.
“No matter how you need it,” she whispered.
As she finished that affirmation Abram and Tariq were undressing. There was nothing hurried or rushed about their movements. They removed their clothes with a sense of anticipation, but patience. A patience that had Paige wondering if she would survive it.
She felt the world narrow to the two men, to the hunger she could feel surround her and the need she glimpsed in Abram’s face.
Slowly, she watched as his hand circled the base of his cock, holding it firm and steady as he stepped closer to her, his fingers tangling in her hair.
Staring up at him, she felt the wide crest of his cock at her lips, the heated, throbbing flesh drawing her tongue to taste the heat and hardness. The salty male taste exploded against her senses, intoxicated her.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispered as his cock head pressed between her lips. “Suck my dick, baby. Show me, Paige. Show me how much you want me.”
How much she wanted him? She felt as though she had wanted him all her life, needed him all her life.
Her lips parted, a moan falling from them as his cock slowly sank into her mouth.
It was so erotic. The feel of the strongest and yet the most vulnerable part of him held securely within her mouth as she sucked him inside. Her tongue licked over and around the head as she heard a low, muttered groan rumble in his chest.
“I need to see you, sweetheart. We’re going to light a candle.” His tone was rough, rasping sexually.
“Just a bit.” He assured her as she tensed, her drowsy gaze starring up at him as her pretty lips stretched around his cock. “I just need to see when Tariq touches you, baby.”
When Tariq touched her? Paige knew it was coming but she still lost her breath, she still felt adrenaline speed through her, racing out of control.
Sitting on the bed, her legs folded to the side, she found strong, large male hands slowly drawing them out as the two men worked in perfect unison until Abram was kneeling on the bed over her and she was laid back, his cock between her lips as she felt Tariq begin to touch her.
There was no sense of discomfort, no feeling of shame or embarrassment.
She had always known what being with Abram meant, and she had always looked forward to it.
“How very pretty you are,” he groaned, his expression tight with lust as she felt Tariq’s lips at her hip bone, kissing her gently a second before he licked the area, tasting her as if he hungered for her.
“I’ve dreamed of this, Paige. Dreamed of watching Tariq touch you, pleasure you.” His cock jerked between her lips as he spoke. “Watching him touch you.” His words became even rougher, the need in them fueling her own sensual hunger.
“Touch her stomach.” He whispered the order to Tariq. “The flesh there is sensitive, and brings her great pleasure.” His accent thickened and became deeper.
A second later her lashes fluttered in pleasure. She hadn’t realized how sensitive the flesh there really was.
His fingertips stroked over her stomach, calloused and firm. They heated and excited the nerve endings beneath the skin.
“Such satiny flesh,” Abram whispered. A second later she felt Tariq’s tongue lick, his teeth scrape.
“Tariq has spoken often of this moment,” Abram told her. “When the nights were long and dark.”
As Abram spoke he slowly pulled back, forcing her to release the feel and the taste of his desire.
He took her hands and pulled them above her head, holding them in place as Tariq’s hand eased up her side until it was curving around the firm, aching mound of her breast.
His thumb stroked over her nipple, his calloused pad sending sharp, heated strikes of ecstatic pleasure to her womb, clenching her cunt.
Staring up at Abram she felt her vision dim as Tariq’s lips surrounded the fragile bud. His fingers cupped the underside of her breast, lifting her, stroking the nerve endings to fiery responsiveness.
Her body felt as though it were overloading with sensation. Incredible, lush pleasure surged through her in a wash of rich, heated rapture.
As Tariq’s lips covered her nipple, Abram released her wrists after pressing them carefully into the mattress.
Forcing herself, she stared up at him, her lips parting to draw in a ragged breath.
“The memory of the taste of your sweet pussy is making me crazy,” he growled as he knelt on the bed, one hand stroking his dick as he stared down at her.
His thighs bunched and clenched with each tightening of his fingers at the base. The head glistened with pre-come as his gaze flickered to where Tariq was slowly driving her sensations with the draw of his mouth around her tender nipple.
His tongue last, his teeth pressed against the nerve-laden tip.
“I want to watch Tariq eat that sweet pussy.” He reached out, his fingers stroking down the side of her face.
“Abram.” She could barely think. All she could manage was forcing herself to breathe through the pleasure and the thougt of Tariq’s touch becoming even more intimate.
“I want to watch his tongue part your pretty pussy lips, watch it lick and stroke your slick cunt.”
As he spoke, Tariq drew his lips back from her nipple and stared up at her. “Is this what you want, love?” As he spoke, Abram’s fingers whispered over her clit.
A low, desperate moan escaped from her at the touch. Her clitoris seemed to swell further. It ached with a pleasure and pain she found agonizing and ecstatic.
“Paige, answer me, love.” Tariq leaned closer, his lips lowering to hers as she felt Abram’s fingers part the juicy folds between her thighs. “Tell me,” he demanded against her lips. “Do you want me to eat your pussy, Paige?”
The sudden, furious thrust of two broad male fingers into the clenched, creaming depth of her cunt had her hips jerking, eyes widening, and a harsh cry tearing from her lips as they met Tariq’s in a first, juicy, desperate kiss.
Between her thighs Abram’s fingers worked inside her pussy. Stretching the tight depths, fucking past tender, ultrasensitive tissue then arcing his fingers for a too-loving stroke of incredible pleasure at the inner flesh located behind her clit. Tariq’s tongue pushed past her lips to find her tongue and tangle with it erotically.
Loyal to the quick, forceful thrusts inside her, Paige fought to keep her senses and lost.
There was too much pleasure, as Tariq’s head lifted, his lips moving along her jaw to her neck, her eyes opening to find Abram.
“How sensual you are, little cat,” he groaned, his fingers pushing deep again as Tariq’s lips moved along her neck to her shoulder. There he nipped at her flesh erotically.
“Answer me, or we stop.”
Abram’s fingers stalled inside her. Still stretching her as her juices gathered around them, his fingers were a destructive pleasure even as they did no more than possess her.
“Don’t stop,” she begged desperately, her hips wrestling with his fingers. “Fuck me.”
“Answer me,” Tariq growled. Both men stared down at her, their expressions assuring her they wouldn’t allow her to ignore the question further.
“Is this what you want?” Tariq repeated. “My lips and tongue feeding from your juicy pussy?” He caught her fingers and drew them to his heavy erection. “My dick sinking into it?”
“Yes!” Her fingers curled around his cock, stroke and caressed the satiny silk over pure heated iron as her pussy clenched around Abram’s fingers.