Page 50 of #Bossholes

I’m so filled with it, with desire, it’s threatening to consume me. My entire body heats, and my heart races. All I can see, breathe, feel is the two of them. Its too much, yet not nearly enough.

I need…more.

With a groan, I grab Wyatt’s tie and pull him toward me, forcing him to close the distance between us. His eyes open wide, but the second my lips touch his, they close, and he sinks into me.

He pulls me against him and presses my chest to his, and fuck. I forgot how muscular his chest is, how good he felt against me, and I can’t stop my hands from wandering. They travel up his abs, over the planes of his chest, across his shoulders, and down his back. His muscles flex under my touch, and he groans into my mouth, slipping his tongue past my lips.

Maverick is at my back, sweeping my hair to one side, nibbling on my shoulder, on the curve of my neck. His fingers brush across my chest, and his thumbs caress the underside of my breasts.

I arch against him as Wyatt grips my waist, his touch hard, unyielding. I’ve never been touched like this, and I can’t get enough. I want his roughened touch, and more than anything I want him to bruise me. When I wake up tomorrow and wonder if this was all just a dream, I want to have something to remind me of tonight, of this time we have together.

Wyatt pulls back, licking his lips like he can’t get enough of my taste, his dark green eyes laced with heat and dirty promises.

My hands tighten their hold on his dress shirt, but before I can pull him back to me, Maverick’s fingers wrap around myneck. Oh, shit. I shouldn’t like this, I shouldn’t want him to strengthen his hold on me, but I do.

He turns my head toward him, his nose running up the length of my neck, and his lips brush across mine. Maverick is soft, gentle, like he’s savoring me instead of giving in. But I don’t want him holding back. I want everything he’s willing to give me.

I shift, trying to get closer, trying to force him to kiss me deeper, but Wyatt’s fingers dig into my waist and hold me in place, pinning me to his lap. Maverick’s fingers twitch around my throat, constricting my air just a touch, just enough to let me know they’re in control here, not me.

“Be patient, pretty girl,” Maverick whispers against my lips, consuming me with his taste, his touch, his…everything. “Don’t worry; we’ll take care of you.”

A whimper is the only noise I’m capable of at the moment.

I’m drowning in them, and I’m not sure I ever want to come to the surface.

Wyatt keeps one hand clamped around me and brushes the other across one nipple and then the other. His touch is light, barely there. The two of them are going to drive me crazy. It’s only been a few minutes, and I’m burning from the inside out.

Finally, fucking finally, Maverick slides his tongue into my mouth, licking along mine. He keeps it slow, exploring my mouth with lazy strokes, swallowing every little noise I make.

I don’t know how I’m going to last the next ten minutes, let alone all night.

Wyatt trails his hand down my chest and between my legs, sliding two fingers down my slit and teasing them at my entrance. With a groan, he leans forward and nips at my chest through the lace. “You’re so wet, baby girl. So needy.”

Maverick pulls away and bites down on my bottom lip. “Have you had your fingers inside your greedy cunt before?”

I whimper, shifting on top of Wyatt’s lap, desperate for more. Maverick squeezes my neck, and I clench, wishing Wyatt was inside me.

“Words, Kinsley. Use your words.”

“Yes, but only a little bit.” I gasp as Wyatt strokes across my clit. “I wanted to…feel what it would be like.”

Maverick’s deep hum rumbles across my lips. “Then it’s only fair we give you something to compare to.”

My mouth falls open as Wyatt circles my clit and slips two fingers inside me. He keeps them shallow, working them in and out of me at a slow, measured pace. He skims across my barrier, stroking it, testing it.

He’s barely in, but I can already feel him stretching me, the little pinch of pain a promise of what’s to come.

Maverick’s hands travel down my front and pinch my nipples, pulling them and rolling them between his fingers. His mouth travels down the length of my neck, sucking on the sensitive spot where it meets my shoulder. “How does it feel, firecracker? Do you like your fingers? Or do you prefer Wyatt’s?”

He twists his hand and adds a third finger but doesn’t go deeper. Not breaking through my barrier, at least not yet. He’s working me a little faster, stretching me wider, and my hips tilt, moving against him. My entire body aches, filled with need. I whimper. Moan.

And then I realize Maverick asked me a question. They’re both staring at me intently, their heated gazes raking over my face, my body. “Wyatt. I prefer Wyatt.”

“That’s a good girl.” Maverick's voice is strained, raspy, his hand moving down between my legs. I suck in a ragged breath as he strums my clit, his touch light like before. He’s playing me, torturing me.

Wyatt slows down to match Mav’s pace, his fingers stretching me slowly, never going deep enough, fast enough. They’rekeeping me on edge and I’m about to crawl out of my skin. I’ve never needed to come so bad in my entire life. I need it more than anything, more than oxygen.

“How do you feel, baby girl?” Wyatt rakes his teeth across his bottom lip, his fingers prying me open in a way that has me clenching around him and crying out. Instead of doing it again, he retreats, those evil lips of his twitching to a smirk. “You like being between your bosses? Do you like knowing we’ve been the only ones to touch this desperate pussy of yours?”

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