It felt so damn good she wanted to cry. But crying would only distract her—and Pax—from this moment, and she wasn’t going to let anything derail what was happening.
Pax moved to the floor. On his knees, he positioned himself between her legs and rested his hands on her thighs.
A woman could get lost in eyes like his—penetrating her, coaxing her into revealing her secrets—especially the way he zeroed in on her face, on her eyes, as if she was the only woman for him.
She knew it wasn’t true, but for this moment in time, she was his woman. She reached for his hand and rested hers there. He twined his fingers with hers and raised her hand to his mouth, kissing her fingers, taking the tips into his mouth to suck. Sensation throbbed in her pu**y and she swallowed, hard, trying for calm but feeling her heart pound.
He let go out of her hand and reached under her T-shirt for her panties, slid them down her legs and off. He lifted her shirt, baring her pu**y.
“Spread for me, honey,” he whispered.
She did, and he cupped his hands under her butt, then put his mouth on her sex.
Moist heat enveloped her clit as he captured it with his tongue and lips. She felt like dying right there on the spot. It was so good, so hot, she was flooded with indescribable sensation and couldn’t lie still. She lifted against his mouth and he hummed against her clit, which only served to skyrocket the pleasured agony even further.
She had been touched so rarely like this. Having AJ last night and Pax tonight was something she couldn’t have fathomed. It was hot and wicked, and all she could think was how damn lucky she was to have two men who worshipped her body, who took her to the edge of reason.
She wasn’t going to last long. And being able to watch what he did to her was so intimate, so erotic, especially when he stopped to look at her, as if asking if this was what she wanted.
Hell yes this was what she wanted.
The man stole her breath away.
This is what she’d been waiting for all these years. Nothing was going to stop the runaway train now.
Not even AJ, who stepped out from his bedroom wearing only a pair of boxers, his hair rumpled from sleep. This time, Teresa refused to be shocked or embarrassed. She wouldn’t cringe or try to move away from Pax. This was their life, and if she wanted to be part of it, she was going to have to get over either of them stumbling into whatever she was doing with the other.
AJ didn’t seem surprised at all to see Teresa naked from the waist down or Pax with his mouth on her pu**y. He came around to the back of the sofa and laid his hands on her shoulders. He bent and pressed a soft kiss to her ear and stayed there.
“Feel good?” he asked.
She sucked in a breath as Pax stabbed his tongue inside her pu**y. “Yes.”
AJ rubbed her shoulders, keeping his touch benign, just watching her and her reaction to what Pax was doing. She knew why.
She reached for his hands and drew them down, over her br**sts, needing his touch on her as much as she needed Pax’s mouth.
“You sure about this?” he asked.
Pax stopped, looked up at her.
She looked at Pax while she spoke to AJ. “Yes. I’m sure. Touch me, AJ.”
Pax smiled and bent over her sex again, taking a long, slow lick, watching her as he did. She shuddered.
AJ kneaded her br**sts, toying lazily with her ni**les while Pax continued to work her sex, seemingly in no hurry to take her over the edge now. She lifted against him and he pushed her back down, licked her pu**y lips, teasing her.
Teresa swallowed, her throat gone dry as she tried to hold on while Pax sucked her pu**y and AJ played with her br**sts. When AJ lifted her T-shirt over her head, she didn’t object, in fact she needed to feel his hands on her ni**les.
AJ came around to sit beside her on the sofa and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, sliding his fingers in her hair to hold her head while he pleasured her lips and tongue with his own until she was lost in the sensation of his mouth, of Pax’s mouth, of the incredible things they did to her. When AJ broke the kiss, she looked at him and he smiled, then leaned down to fit one of her ni**les into his mouth, cupping his hand around her breast to tease the bud with his tongue, licking around it, then sucking it until she gasped for breath at the dual sensations of having her nipple and her pu**y sucked.
This wasn’t her. She didn’t have sex with two men. Two men had held her down and raped her five years ago.
But maybe this was her. Maybe she’d been waiting for these two men all these years to help her obliterate the pain of the past. Because she wasn’t thinking about that night anymore. And every time she’d tried to be with a man since the attack, it had come rushing back to her—the fear, the trauma, every vivid horrible detail, until she had been forced to push them away. Not the fault of those men—hers.
But not tonight, not with Pax and AJ. She couldn’t conjure up the horror of that night if she tried. All she felt was languid pleasure, the desire to experience more, to touch them, to get them naked and lick them all over. These men were so different than the men who had done terrible things to her, things that were about power and pain and not about sex.
This was about sex. Glorious, wonderful, feels-so-damn-good-please-don’t-stop sex. They were worshipping her body, not hurting it. No images of that night assaulted her. She was in this moment, with these men only.
And she knew, instinctively, that with one word they would stop.
But oh, she so didn’t want to stop.
“I want to touch you,” she said, though she had no idea which of them she said it to. And it wasn’t like she made a move to do anything about it. Pax had her pressed to the sofa with his hands on her thighs while his magical tongue continued to lap over her pu**y, and AJ’s dark head was bent over her br**sts. She felt boneless, drifting on a cloud of sensual bliss.
“Let’s do this for you first, Teresa,” AJ whispered against her ear. “We have all the time in the world. Relax and enjoy it.”
She sighed and fell into the pleasure.
“That’s it.” AJ shifted, moving behind her to cup her br**sts in his hands. She lay against his hard chest while Pax adjusted to the shift by rising up and lifting her butt again, then licking against her thighs.
“Watch Pax eat you,” AJ said, rolling her ni**les between his fingers. “We want to hear how it makes you feel.”
Electric shocks of pleasure shot from her ni**les to her pu**y, and she moaned, wriggling against AJ. She felt his erection against her butt, and she imagined what would happen next, anticipating it and yet loving this moment, too. How would it feel to have Pax lick her pu**y while AJ was f**king her? Her stomach did somersaults at the thought.