The Naughty List (8 page)

They were both licking and sucking her breasts.
Oh God.
She’d fantasized about this very thing thousands of times yet nothing could compare to the mind-blowing reality of it. The pleasure was so intense, she worried she might pass out from it. Her fingers sifted through Ry’s and Bram’s hair, holding them close. Although they were equally devoted to worshipping her breasts, their style and technique came with differences. Intriguing, exciting differences that only fueled her arousal to a fever pitch. Bram’s focus was strictly concentrated on her nipple, alternating between teasing flicks of his tongue and long, luscious suckling. Ry, on the other hand, occasionally licked and teased her entire breast, even using his teeth and the scruff of his days-old beard to amp up his sensual onslaught.

Just as she thought she’d go crazy from the pleasurable overload they were inflicting on her, a shrill buzzing filled the air. She jolted at the unexpected noise.

Bram released her and groaned. “Sorry. I forgot I set the timer.” His expression apologetic, he abandoned her to go take care of things on the stove.

Ry’s mouth reluctantly left her breast and slid along the slope of her neck before brushing over her lips. “Do you have any idea how delicious you are?”

“Even better than Kevin’s Penne Arrabiata?” she couldn’t help asking with a grin.

“A million times tastier.” He snagged her bottom lip between his teeth and gave it a good nibble before letting her go and glancing down at her bared breasts with unabashed appreciation. “Look at you. Damn, you should be topless all the time.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, that’d go over great at work.” Leaning past him, she attempted to grab her sweater, but Ry used his foot to kick the stool out of her reach. She frowned. “I need that.”

“Why?”

She shoved her arms over her chest. “I am
not
going to eat with my boobs hanging out like this, Ryan Hollister.”

A chuckle came from Bram. “Ooh, she called you by your full name. You’re in trouble now, bud.”

Ry didn’t look the least bit worried. “I’m only trying to save her from slopping on her sweater. You’d think she’d appreciate my ingenuity.”

“Puh-lease. We all know who’s the messier eater here.” She offered Ry a pointed stare.

“Can I help it if I enjoy savoring my meals?” His smile was slow and sexy, leaving her with little doubt that he was imagining her as his next main course. “Still, no one is going to accuse me of not playing fair.” He hefted from his seat and tugged his ribbed Henley over his head. His biceps flexing, he dropped the garment on top of her sweater.

A herd of rhinos could have trooped through the kitchen and it wouldn’t have distracted her from ogling Ry’s sculpted pecs and six pack. She didn’t know many men who possessed bodies capable of making a woman orgasm just by staring at them. Somehow she had the great fortune to be within breathing distance of
two
such individuals.

The overhead track lighting cast a golden glow across Ry’s chest, beckoning her. Giving in to the urge that’d tormented her for as long as she could remember, she hopped to her feet and ran her fingertips along his torso. A moan tumbled from him. She imagined that same sound tearing from him while he rode her hard, his balls slapping against her wet flesh. Her clit throbbed. Her hands venturing along his abdomen, she ducked her head and sucked the flat nub of his nipple into her mouth.

“
Jesus
.” Ry’s warm, velvety skin quivered beneath her touch, filling her with a wanton glee over affecting him like this. It was a heady realization.

The clatter of plates close by announced that Bram had rejoined them. “Damn. When’s my turn?”

She stopped licking and sucking Ry for a moment and glanced at Bram. “You still have your shirt on.”

“Hell, not for long.” Reaching behind him with one hand, Bram yanked his crewneck off in one fell swoop. She would have laughed, but the sight of his outrageously gorgeous chest turned her mouth dry as sand. Crooking one finger, she invited him closer. She scooted aside and directed Bram to stand next to Ry. With the two men shoulder to shoulder, there was no denying the pure, masculine beauty of their hard, fit bodies.

I must have earned mega karma points somewhere to deserve this bounty.
Barely caging her hungry groan, she smoothed her palms across both of their broad chests before swirling her tongue over Bram’s nipple. His breath caught in his throat. Just as she’d discovered with their oral techniques, Bram and Ry also came with uniquely different tastes. While Ry was all forest and musk, Bram’s skin held a slight citrusy tang, as if he consisted of the sun itself. They were both scrumptious beyond words.

She alternated her licks and nibbles between them, making sure neither was shortchanged. At some point their hands returned to her breasts, massaging and caressing her until she was gasping and leaning on them for support. Someone’s palm cupped her between her legs and she trembled. The teasing pressure of the fingers riding against her pussy tantalized, but they weren’t nearly enough. Particularly with two layers of fabric separating her from their touch.

As if he intuited her frustration, Ry pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss along her temple. He stroked her cheek, his mouth moving toward her ear. “Show us how to please you, baby.”

“Y-you are.”

“No. Not enough.” Ry removed his hand from her pussy and worked her zipper down before hunkering in front of her. He eased her slacks past her hips and coaxed her to step out of them when they pooled around her ankles. His mouth nuzzled her tummy before he circled the outer rim of her bellybutton with his tongue.

She squirmed and dug her fingers into his thick, soft hair. “Please.”

He looked up at her. “Please what?”

“I don’t know.
Anything
. Just kiss and lick me.”

“You can do better than that, Lace. Give me specifics.”

Her skin flushed at his words and the heat in his eyes. It was crazy how much her fantasy version of Ry matched up with the real man. “I—I don’t know if I can.”

“Yes, you do.” He glanced at Bram. Once again, some form of unspoken communication must have passed between them because Bram cleared the pair of nearby stools away from the island and pushed the plates of pasta out of reach. She wasn’t certain why he did that, until Ry lifted her into his arms and settled her onto the counter. His thumbs tucked into the elastic of her thong and dragged it down her legs. Her butt absorbed the granite’s chill, but she barely registered it as Ry and Bram stared at her glistening folds. Ry’s fist tightened on her thong, his jaw tense. She shifted her attention to Bram and snagged his gaze. He licked his lips, and she inched her thighs wider apart, hoping to tempt him into action.

A husky chuckle came from Ry. “Nice try, baby. But you’re not getting out of this that easy.”

She blinked at him. “Get out of what?”

“Checking off item number two.”

It took a moment to remember her reason for being there. The list. She racked her brain, trying to recall what number two entailed.

“You’re gonna play with your sweet pussy for us, Lace,” Bram said, apparently taking pity on her memory lapse.

“What?” She slashed her gaze between the two of them. “But…I thought you wanted to do it for me.”

“Believe me, we will. But first you’re going to show us exactly how you like to be touched. How you make yourself come.” Almost as if he were unconscious of what he was doing, Ry bunched her thong in his fist and pressed the silk to his nose. His eyes closed as a rapturous groan rumbled from his chest.

She stared at him, her heart missing a beat. Okay, how the hell had she guessed
that
right?

Ry opened his eyes again, revealing the fierce fire kindled within their depths. “This is your chance to teach us how to please you. Trust me, this is a good thing.”

She bit her lip and let his words sink in. What he was suggesting actually made a lot of sense, and truthfully, she was grateful that he and Bram cared about ensuring her pleasure. She didn’t have much previous experience with men who weren’t looking for a fast way to get
their
rocks off. It made her want to discover all the ways that she could please Ry and Bram too. “I’ll do it. But only if you show me how
you
like to be touched.”

Quiet laughter fell from Ry and Bram. They glanced at each other before offering her matching grins.

“What?” she demanded.

“Darlin’, you don’t hafta worry about that,” Bram said with a shake of his head. “Our anatomy isn’t quite as complex as yours. You’ll probably only have to look at our dicks to make them blow.”

She wasn’t ready to take them entirely on their word. “Strip. Now.”

More chuckles came from the guys. “Damn, Lace. Where’d this bossy side of you come from?” Bram thumbed the top button open on his jeans and rasped his zipper down. His smile stretched wide, giving her a nice flash of his teeth. “I like it.”

She planted her palms on the counter and leaned back as Bram and Ry kicked free of their jeans. Mouthwatering as their strong, muscular calves and thighs were, it was the startlingly huge erections snugged within their white briefs that held her rapt attention. Her hand trailed between her legs and her fingertips skimmed through her slick wetness. She didn’t even realize what she was doing until Ry’s and Bram’s groans broke through her concentration. She jerked her focus upward and noticed their unblinking gazes were glued to the motions of her fingers. Her hand halted.

“Don’t stop,” Ry admonished, his voice strained.

She cupped her mound protectively. “Please. I don’t want to be the only one doing this.”

Ry and Bram automatically reached for their briefs and peeled them off. Their cocks sprang free—long, thick and unbelievably hard. Her clit pulsed without her even rubbing it, and moisture pooled between her legs. More than anything, she wanted to feel the silky-steel length of their shafts gliding in her palms. Or better yet, sliding along the wet folds of her labia before sinking deep inside her. Just the thought of it sent a sharp, needy ache through her core, and she whimpered.

Ry circled his cock with his fist and gave it a lazy, indulgent stroke. Bram, on the other hand, pumped his with a firmer grip, making his abs quiver and the veins in his forearm stand out in stark relief. She watched them both, yet again fascinated by the marked differences in their techniques.

“Baby, I think you’re neglecting something.” Ry nodded toward the motionless fingers resting between her legs.

Okay, she could definitely do this. Not like there wasn’t plenty of wicked inspiration standing right in front of her. Letting her thighs fall open a bit more, she glossed her fingertips over her soaked slit, moving toward her clit. When she came in contact with the throbbing nubbin, she shivered and arched her back.

“
Fuck
.” A hoarse groan ripped from Bram, and he squeezed the base of his cock so hard his knuckles whitened.

Ry paid him no mind and instead continued to stare at her. He worked his fist along the rigid length of his shaft, curling his palm slightly as he rubbed over the rosy, plum-shaped cap, spreading a drop of precome with his thumb. “Is stroking your clit enough to get you off?”

A warning pulse trembled through her at his question. She struggled to hold it off, to not succumb to the looming orgasm. “Sometimes,” she gasped, her gaze latched to his thick erection. God, she wanted him inside her. So badly, she shook from the desperate need of it. “But I…I want—” She tried to get the words out, but the sensations building inside her could no longer be ignored. “
Oooh
.” She clamped her legs together, but that only intensified the pressure on her clit.

The orgasm slammed into her, making her shudder and gasp. She was acutely aware of Ry’s and Bram’s hot gazes cataloging every detail of her climax the entire time the quakes rolled through her body. A distant part of her wondered why she didn’t feel embarrassed. Moments after the glow began to settle, Ry’s arms tucked beneath her legs and he scooped her against his chest. She snuggled into him, too limp and content to do much else. He carried her down the hall and into Bram’s bedroom.

She giggled as the three of them climbed into the massive California King bed. “Something tells me we’re not going to be eating for a while.”

Ry scooted between her thighs, bracing them with his wide shoulders. His expression was pure sin. “Speak for yourself.” Beard scruff tickled her sensitive flesh as his mouth closed around her pussy. He sucked on the folds of her labia, using the tip of his tongue to tease her clit.

She jerked, the sensations almost too much to take. Ry held her hips firm to the mattress, giving her no option but to submit to his exquisite torment. Bram leaned over her and suckled her breasts, each devastating tug on her nipples resulting in an echoing pulse through her clit. Ry’s mouth left her pussy.

She wanted to weep at the cruel abandonment, until Bram stretched across her and coasted his tongue along her slit. “Fuck, you taste amazing.”

Ry rumbled his agreement before sinking two fingers inside her. “You’re so tight and wet. Let me feel you come again, baby.”

Together he and Bram brought her to a dazzling peak. She hovered there, suspended for a long moment before her body shattered. She cried out, her pussy clenching, milking Ry’s fingers with strong spasms.

Bram sat back on his haunches, his expression pained as he squeezed his cock. She stared at his gorgeous, straining shaft and licked her lips. Gaze riveted on her prize, she inched closer and kissed the swollen head. His salty, musky essence quickly became addictive, and she pulled his hand away so she could take more of him into her mouth. His groans filled her ears, encouraging her to suck him deeper. “Jesus, Lace. That’s fucking good.”

The mattress dipped, and she looked over to see Ry rummaging in the nightstand.

“Other drawer,” Bram said, his breath a harsh rasp.

Ry returned to the bed and tossed a handful of condoms onto the comforter. Her pulse sped up at the implications of needing that many condoms, but a moment later, when Ry sheathed himself and positioned his cock at her slick entrance, the only thought consuming her was the anticipation of finally having him buried inside her. He nudged past her opening, stretching her. She undulated her hips, desperately attempting to lodge him deeper. He tightened his grip on her, refusing to accommodate. “We’re going to test your multitasking skills. The idea is to have all of us come together. You up for it?”