Page 69 of A Fool's Game

They could fight.

They could yell or cuss each other out.

Hell, they could just stand there, staring at each other all night.

I honestly don’t care.

The two of them together like this, a tornado of chaotic, unbridled male energy, it’s doing things to me.

Things I can imagine them doing to each other.

Things I know damn well they’re going to do to me.

I do moan then and watch as they both turn sharply in my direction. Four blazing eyes hit my bare skin, and my own eyes fall closed, letting my hand find its way onto my raging nerves. Letting sounds escape my lips freely.

I hear Taylor coming before I feel him. A growl and a huff and then his weight is shifting the bed as he crawls toward me.It doesn’t seem like enough time passed for him to get hisclothes off, but when I allow my body to roll into his waiting arms, all I feel is skin.

“Getting started without me, huh?” he says, louder than he might if it really was just the two of us in this room. He’s performing. My heart skips a beat as I imagine all the things that could mean for me.

“You were busy,” I reply, knowing my sass will kindle the flames I already see burning in him.

“I guess I was.” His attention shifts briefly to where I can hear Ainsley, in the chair, removing his own clothes, before coming back and homing in on where my hand still strokes my own body. “Shall we see how wet you got yourself?”

I nod and his crooked smile smolders.

“What do you think, pretty boy? Shall we see how wet she got herself?”

“Yes.” Ainsley’s strangled reply is equal parts desperate and surprised to have been asked for his input.

Taylor doesn’t waste a second rolling me onto my stomach with my knees tucked underneath, bringing me up to all fours, my most intimate parts facing where Ainsley sits. He slides my soaked red cotton panties down to just around my thighs, landing a hard smack on one cheek that I should have been expecting, but I wasn’t. I cry out and barely catch myself before my face hits the blankets.

“Fuck,” I hear Ainsley mutter to himself from his chair.

“Don’t touch that dick. You hear me?” Taylor barks at him, kneeling next to where I try to keep myself upright on all fours, hair dangling in my face, breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

I prepare myself for another strike, but he surprises me once more by simply landing his full, warm palm on the pink of my smarting cheek and sliding his hand down, down, down, until he’s got the entirety of my dripping pussy cupped in his hand.

His fingers spread, opening my delicate parts to the air and I gasp, squirming a bit in anticipation of what’s to come.

When his fingers slide inside me, I can’t hold back any longer. Moaning, I sink my head down to the bed, resting on my stacked forearms, opening myself even further to his ministrations.

“Does she always moan like that?” Ainsley asks.

Taylor’s hand is deep inside me, baring my wetness for Ainsley to see. “Yeah, she sure does. Want me to make her louder?”

“Yes.”

Taylor pumps me harder with his fingers and even more sound escapes me, I can’t help it. The long moans turning to short, gasping sounds punctuating the motion of his hand in my body.

“Fuck, man. Do you see how wet she is?” Taylor pulls his fingers out and I’m left bare and open, waiting for his warm touch to grace my skin again. I push my hips back toward where I know his hand must be.

“She’s eager, too. Is she always like that?”

And I’ll be goddamned if the way they’re talking about me, like I’m their belonging, bent over, panties pulled down just enough to get what they want, makes me so hot I almost can’t breathe around the way it swells like an inferno in my chest.

I try to suck in a breath, just to keep myself alive, and Taylor rewards me with another sharp smack, driving my head back down into the cavern of soft material below me.If I survive this night, I know I’m going to walk through the rest of my life with it branded on my skin in some secret place that only these two men will ever find.

“She’s an eager little thing. Always ready for my cock.”

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