“How’s that?”
The heat that flashed in his eyes made my heart rate spike. “On the dining room table.”
My belly fluttered, like hitting the high point on a roller coaster and plummeting over the edge.
“Oh, and Ian’s on his way back,” he said passively, as though it was normal for his twin to walk in while he was feasting on me in the formal dining room.
Isaac didn’t have me get on the table and spread out. No, he seduced me up there, pulling me against him, his big, warm hands sliding over me, heating me from the inside out even as he managed to get me right where he wanted me.
He positioned my feet so that they were flat on the table, my toes curling over the edge, knees spread wide, on full display for him. His fingers trailed over my mound, a teasing promise of what was to come.
I heard the sound of a door opening, then closing.
“Looks like we’ve got company,” he said softly.
“Hey, you guys—Oh.” Heaven stopped just inside the room, her eyes wide.
Dante was right behind her, Ian pulling up the rear.
“Just in time,” Ian said, urging them farther into the room.
“In time for what?” Heaven asked, her breaths slightly erratic. She was definitely turned on seeing me there and I couldn’t deny that it did something for me that she was watching.
Truth was, I wasn’t bisexual, though there was a curiosity. I figured that had a lot to do with my exploration into BDSM. I’d given in to my darkest desires and promised myself I wouldn’t hold back, even from things that intimidated me.
“For dessert,” Ian whispered, his mouth brushing against Heaven’s ear when he moved behind her. “She’s not the only one we’re going to feast on, though.”
“Me, too?” Despite the surprise in her words, Heaven certainly didn’t sound opposed to the idea.
“Absolutely.” Ian glanced over at Dante. “Could you help her up onto that end of the table? Same position as this little fairy.”
Ian’s hand trailed over my right knee, Isaac’s over my left, and I inhaled sharply, desire, hot and fierce, erupting, making me needy. The way they looked at me … as though I was the most intriguing thing they’d ever seen… It was a heady feeling, that was for sure.
Isaac turned my chin, forcing me to look over at him. He studied my face momentarily, as though looking for something.
“Green, my Liege,” I said softly, referring to the stoplight system we used at the club. Green meant I was completely on board with the idea.
When I felt Heaven’s head nearly bump mine, I lifted my arm and reached for her. She moaned softly, then took my hand, then my other, linking our fingers. I honestly hadn’t expected her to touch me, but found I enjoyed it. More so the scene the twin Doms were setting up.
“Dante,” Isaac addressed him quietly. “The choice is yours. If you need to escape, feel free. If you’d like to stay and play, you’re welcome to.”
I couldn’t see him, even when I tilted my head back. I wanted him to stay, wanted to feel his hands on me. I couldn’t explain the need, but it was overwhelming. The way they looked at me… It wasn’t objectifying like I’d experienced before. Perhaps that was because they continued to touch me, their hands gentle. As though they wanted the connection at all times.
“I’ll stay, Sir.”
My breath raced out, my lungs instantly filled. I was breathing harder than I should’ve been, anticipation overwhelming my system.
And then there was movement.
No words as Isaac leaned over, his lips grazing my knee, sliding down the inside of my thigh. He licked and kissed, tormenting me until I was practically begging. Heaven’s hands were squeezing mine, soft moans escaping her. I wanted to see, but I couldn’t. Not only because they weren’t in my line of sight but also because I was blinded by the pleasure.
And when Isaac’s tongue slid through my slit, I cried out, my back bowing off the table.
His warm hands settled on my hips, holding me in place as he feasted on me, flicking my clit, tonguing my pussy, driving me closer and closer to the edge before he slowed, bringing me back down.
Then Ian was between my legs, doing the same thing, his skillful tongue making me cry out, beg, plead.
It was the first time he’d given me any real attention since I arrived at their house and I couldn’t help it, I nearly cried from the intensity. I’d wanted this for so long, wishing for something but not sure what. And here he was. Had it not been for Heaven holding my hands, I would’ve reached for his head, run my fingers through his soft hair, held him to me.
“Oh, God,” Heaven hissed. “Please don’t stop. Isaac … please!”
