Page 103 of Thoroughly Pucked

Dev and Ledger have eyes only for me, like it’s impossible for them to look anywhere else.

Like they have to fight off the devil himself not to touch me.

Dev looks like he wants to pounce on me, Ledger like he wants to throw me over his shoulder and haul me away.

In the middle of thousands upon thousands of people, I dance, letting the music turn the three of us on. It’s some of the best foreplay I’ve ever had, and we’re not even touching.

But I also can’t wait to leave.

45

DID THE BUTT PLUG LIE?

Aubrey

The second we reach the hotel suite, the two men break.

If I’d thought it was hot when one man pushed a woman up against a door, that was nothing compared to Dev and Ledger claiming me.

Ledger slams my left hand to the wall above my head, calling dibs on my mouth with fresh, new ferocity. Dev pins my right wrist to the doorframe and blazes a hot, needy trail along my shoulder, up my neck to my ear.

These men and their obsession with my neck—they’ve unlocked a new kink in me. The more they kiss my neck, the more I’m convincedneck-gasmis a thing.

I’m flush with desire from Dev’s fierce devotion with his lips, from Ledger’s bruising possession with his mouth, and from their questing hands.

Four.

I get four hands all over me.

Hands in hair, hands on tits, then hands down my belly, coasting across my ass. They’re touching me everywhere, and I know, with terrifying certainty, that nothing will ever compare to them.

But I’m determined to suck every last ounce of pleasure and passion and joy from my last thirty-six hours with them.

There is no time for sadness when Dev cups my jaw and jerks me away from Ledger. “Need this mouth. Need you.”

I ache at his words. My panties grow wetter. I grab Dev’s shirt and moan into his mouth, not sure if I’m moaning from his kiss or Ledger’s hand snaking under my skirt and inside the lace of my undies.

Finding my wetness.

Hissing against my neck.

Biting down as Dev kisses me.

“Fuck, honey. You’re so fucking wet for us,” Ledger praises me.

“I am,” I gasp in between kisses, grasping at his shirt too, holding onto him at the same time.

Ledger strokes my clit then runs his fingers through my slick heat like he’s mesmerized by my arousal.

“Fucking beautiful.” My desire has put him in a trance. “Look at how turned on you get,” he says against my shoulder before he nips my flesh.

I gasp, letting go of Dev’s lips just to catch my breath. “Need you both,” I whisper.

Dev gazes at me. “Where do you need us?” Hesounds like he’s holding onto the edge of the world, waiting for me to answer.

I tremble as Ledger strokes me sensually, his fingers coasting reverently across my pussy, stopping at my clit where he draws maddening circles and repeats the same question. “Where do you need us?”

My answer won’t be a surprise. Since the first night, we’ve been talking about what weall want in bed. We’ve been direct and open. But they want to hear me say it as much as I want to admit it.