Page 20 of Eggnog and Edging
He laughs and reaches far enough to land a sharp slap on my ass. "You are one naughty girl."
I stumble, but Ryker catches me and we all crack up. My buttcheek still stings as Cullen relinquishes the chair.
Ryker takes a seat, fisting his cock. "Damn, Starla, you are not the good girl I thought you were.”
“It didn’t seem to be getting me anywhere. It's time to do what I want."
Ryker slips his hands under my butt as I climb onto the chair, and he pulls me close, kissing me with years of pent-up passion. His hunger meets my intensity, he's feeding me with his kisses,with every twirl of his tongue in my mouth, and when I pull away to breathe, he says, "I need to taste you."
"You what?"
He stands us up and pivots us around, then sits me in the chair and kneels.
His eyes are full of adoration as he looks up at me. I feel like a queen with all of the control. The power is heady.
Ryker pulls my ass to the edge of the chair and spreads my legs. As he nips at my knee, kissing his way toward my center, I notice that Cullen is stroking himself.
“That’s my job,” I say.
Ryker pauses until he realizes I’m talking to Cullen, who shakes his head at me. I think I like this game. Cullen steps closer and I tease my fingers over his cock then return my hand to Ryker’s hair.
A few inches from my sex, Ryker’s kiss turns into a lick, and he moves right over my curls to the other thigh. I can barely breathe. I tangle my fingers in his hair, trying to pull him back. He lets me think I'm in control, pulling his face back to my center, then he angles his head up and licks low on my belly, laughing as he does so.
His eyes bore into me. "You are so naughty, Sweets. Are you going to edge Cullen while I eat your pussy?
“I might.” I trace my finger through the bead of Cullen’s pre-cum. I should have stopped being a good girl long ago. I let my gaze travel across the viewing wall. The smiles on the women’s faces are particularly empowering. Men are enjoying the show too, but their expressions are different, and I’d rather look at my men.
Ryker grabs my attention by saying. “He was pretty bad, not fessing up to the duality of the win or the gifts. Maybe you should edge him until we’re done fucking.”
The truth is they’ve been unintentionally edging me for years. Every time they worked out or got sweaty doing home improvements. Now I see that we all felt it.
I decide to play with the decision, after all, not knowing when you’ll get relief makes it worse, as I’m all too aware after craving both of them for so long. I twirl my finger around Cullen's tip, paying enough attention that his cock isn't showing signs of letting loose.
Looking down, I make it seem absentminded as I let my gaze meet Ryker's again. “You say you've wanted me. Have you ever touched yourself while thinking about me?"
Ryker scoffs. "Guys don’t call ittouching ourselves.”
“Answer the question."
"Yeah, I've fucking jacked off thinking of you. So, let me ask you, Starla, have you touched yourself, imagining me between your legs?" He licks another streak, ending right at my curls then blowing on my sex.
A thrill races through me. In preparation for this big day, I read a lot of sex forums where women felt like it was all about the guy. Maybe I overprepared, because I’m pretty sure Cullen and Ryker won’t let that happen. At least for a few minutes, I’m going to have fun following some advice I read about being bold, then I’m going to totally surrender and let them ravish me.
Having fun with the situation, I say, "I have. I’ve even imagined the two of you."
I cast my gaze up to meet Cullen's while continuing to tease my finger over his shaft. His jaw goes slack a second before his body goes rigid. I pull my hand away. I'm pretty sure I remember that happening right before he came when he was inside of me.
"Show me how you touched yourself when you thought of me." Ryker takes some of the power back.
I consider using my right hand, but Cullen’s pre-cum is on my left. That’s the hand I dip between my legs.
Cullen rests an arm on the back of the chair and leans his lips in my hair. "Touch yourself for us, naughty girl."
I've always felt sinful around the thoughts I've had for them, especially when I doubled them up. But tonight, realizing my fantasy, it feels so right.
I massage small circles around my clit, and with my free hand, reach for Ryker’s arm because I get the sense that he’s enjoying being the torturous stepbrother.
He allows me to guide his hand to my center.
