elbows and tugged her to an open door at the end of the hall. The door shut with a resounding click, shutting Clodhopper out and making her jump with its implication. No escape. Did she even want to?
TJ stepped up behind her and hooked his thumbs in the elastic waistband of her skirt. He shimmied it over her hips to let it puddle on the floor. “We’ve been waiting too long for this to be just a one-nighter.” He knelt and his hands wandered up from the backs of her knees to her butt cheeks, caressing and smoothing over the skin.
The up-close-and-personal attention her ass was getting embarrassed her, but she had a feeling there were far more exciting things about to happen than him touching her butt.
He proved it by spreading her cheeks and running his thumb the length of her crack, pausing to circle her anus. She gasped and rose up on her tiptoes. Her clit throbbed, her nipples hardened and damned if Jon wasn’t drooling as he stared at the front of her body on display for him.
If she were at all self-conscious about her body, she might feel more awkward. As it was, she felt cherished, as if she were the only female on the planet who’d ever turned them on. She wasn’t, but it was the way they both made her feel in this moment that mattered.
Jon’s cock stood proudly from the juncture of his thighs. He wiggled out of the jeans hanging loosely on his hips and kicked them off, then stripped his black T-shirt over his head to reveal broad shoulders and abs thick with muscles that tapered into slim hips and firm thighs. He was covered in the perfect amount of hair. Not too much, not shaved like a swimmer.
TJ’s hands moved up the small of her back, making her shiver, then to her front where they covered her breasts and plucked at her nipples. She glanced down, amazed at how big his hands were on her, how his tanned skin contrasted with her pale chest. His fingers were slightly rough—calloused, she guessed—and rasped at the sensitive buds exquisitely. She’d never stopped to think about how they would feel if a man ever really touched them.
One of her previous boyfriends had fondled them, but not loved them. Not shown them the attention TJ knew exactly how to show them. They weren’t small, certainly not big either, but seemed to fit perfectly in the cup of his palms. He rolled the nubs in his fingers and she sucked in a breath. Between his touch and seeing Jon in the buff, she was more than ready for round two.
“Get on your hands and knees.” TJ’s lips roved over her ear, sending goose bumps down her arms.
For a woman who’d never had sex any way other than the missionary position, she was certainly receiving an education tonight.
Hell, she was having sex with two men in their home where they’d planned an entire seduction for her and were demanding she get on all fours. No biggie. She mentally snorted and wondered why in the hell she wasn’t running for the front door, naked or not.
She gave the room a quick glance as she knelt on the floor, because for some reason she deemed it prudent to at least see where she was. Totally masculine in its furnishing, the room was done in dark blues and greens. A huge four-poster bed dominated the middle and a sudden panic flared to life. They promised not to tie you down. And Aislinn knew she was here, right?
A hand between her shoulder blades pushed gently, guiding her to put her palms on the floor. Chris hung her head. She wanted to think it was in shame, but the reality was, she wanted whatever was about to happen. Gravity pulled her breasts downward, the nipples drawn up tight.
There was a rustle of clothes behind her. TJ getting naked she hoped. Christ, they must have drugged her along with her dog. Just this morning she’d told TJ to get the hell away from her desk and here she was practically begging him to fuck her from behind.
She had to be dreaming. It was the only logical explanation for her plunge off the deep end.
“So soft.” Lips
TJ stepped up behind her and hooked his thumbs in the elastic waistband of her skirt. He shimmied it over her hips to let it puddle on the floor. “We’ve been waiting too long for this to be just a one-nighter.” He knelt and his hands wandered up from the backs of her knees to her butt cheeks, caressing and smoothing over the skin.
The up-close-and-personal attention her ass was getting embarrassed her, but she had a feeling there were far more exciting things about to happen than him touching her butt.
He proved it by spreading her cheeks and running his thumb the length of her crack, pausing to circle her anus. She gasped and rose up on her tiptoes. Her clit throbbed, her nipples hardened and damned if Jon wasn’t drooling as he stared at the front of her body on display for him.
If she were at all self-conscious about her body, she might feel more awkward. As it was, she felt cherished, as if she were the only female on the planet who’d ever turned them on. She wasn’t, but it was the way they both made her feel in this moment that mattered.
Jon’s cock stood proudly from the juncture of his thighs. He wiggled out of the jeans hanging loosely on his hips and kicked them off, then stripped his black T-shirt over his head to reveal broad shoulders and abs thick with muscles that tapered into slim hips and firm thighs. He was covered in the perfect amount of hair. Not too much, not shaved like a swimmer.
TJ’s hands moved up the small of her back, making her shiver, then to her front where they covered her breasts and plucked at her nipples. She glanced down, amazed at how big his hands were on her, how his tanned skin contrasted with her pale chest. His fingers were slightly rough—calloused, she guessed—and rasped at the sensitive buds exquisitely. She’d never stopped to think about how they would feel if a man ever really touched them.
One of her previous boyfriends had fondled them, but not loved them. Not shown them the attention TJ knew exactly how to show them. They weren’t small, certainly not big either, but seemed to fit perfectly in the cup of his palms. He rolled the nubs in his fingers and she sucked in a breath. Between his touch and seeing Jon in the buff, she was more than ready for round two.
“Get on your hands and knees.” TJ’s lips roved over her ear, sending goose bumps down her arms.
For a woman who’d never had sex any way other than the missionary position, she was certainly receiving an education tonight.
Hell, she was having sex with two men in their home where they’d planned an entire seduction for her and were demanding she get on all fours. No biggie. She mentally snorted and wondered why in the hell she wasn’t running for the front door, naked or not.
She gave the room a quick glance as she knelt on the floor, because for some reason she deemed it prudent to at least see where she was. Totally masculine in its furnishing, the room was done in dark blues and greens. A huge four-poster bed dominated the middle and a sudden panic flared to life. They promised not to tie you down. And Aislinn knew she was here, right?
A hand between her shoulder blades pushed gently, guiding her to put her palms on the floor. Chris hung her head. She wanted to think it was in shame, but the reality was, she wanted whatever was about to happen. Gravity pulled her breasts downward, the nipples drawn up tight.
There was a rustle of clothes behind her. TJ getting naked she hoped. Christ, they must have drugged her along with her dog. Just this morning she’d told TJ to get the hell away from her desk and here she was practically begging him to fuck her from behind.
She had to be dreaming. It was the only logical explanation for her plunge off the deep end.
“So soft.” Lips
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