"You should have her waxed," Khalid whispered as heavy fingers whispered over the silk and lace panel of her panties.
Kia whimpered at the sensation. She could feel that the curls he would have removed were slick, wet against her panties.
"Maybe." Chase stared down at her, his eyes darkening as her lips parted and she fought to drag in more air. She couldn't seem to breathe in deeply enough. Couldn't seem to find enough to hold on to, to center her.
"I want to undress you, Kia," he told her, his hand cupping her face, his thumb brushing over her lips. "Can we take this pretty dress off?"
He was asking, but they were already moving to undress her. The bodice slid to her waist as Chase lifted her, then Khalid was drawing it farther, lifting her hips, her legs, working the fine velvet from her body and leaving her clad in nothing but the white heels, stockings, and next-to-nothing panties.
He was careful of the dress, though she only barely acknowledged it. He laid it smoothly over the small seat at the back of the obscenely long limo and turned back to her.
Chase spread her thighs, opened her, arranging her legs until there was nothing hidden. She would have closed her legs, but Chase slid his hand over her mound, cupped her, and whispered, "Don't worry, Kia. Everything's good. So good, baby."
And it was good.
He eased her onto the wide seat, laying her back, the leather warm against her back as he stroked his hand along her perspiring stomach to the band of her panties. Below, Khalid was stroking his oil-coated hands over her bare thighs, working his fingers and thumbs into her flesh until the resulting sensations striking into her vagina had her fighting to lie still, to keep from writhing beneath the pleasure.
That oil was destructive. It warmed the flesh, then when his lips, his tongue, connected with it, it heated, flamed, and twisted over her nerve endings.
"So pretty." Chase lowered his head to her ni**les again, sucked at them slow and easy before lifting his head. "So sweet."
He began moving down her body as Khalid moved up it, pushing her thighs apart. He stretched out on the lower end of the seat as Khalid lifted her until the padded arm of the counter and the surprisingly thick pillow cushioned her head.
Kia lifted her gaze from Chase as his lips licked over the oil Khalid had rubbed into her skin until she stared up into the foreign features watching her with such gentleness.
He bent his lips to her ear. "He has waited for you. For this," he whispered, causing her to tremble as she felt Chase's breath against her mound.
Khalid's hands, slick now with oil, moved along her shoulders and then to her br**sts. He massaged the oil into the sensitive flesh as she felt Chase removing her panties. Slowly. He drew them from her hips, over her thighs, and along her legs until he pulled them from her feet.
He lifted her foot, still in the high-heel shoe, and kissed her ankle through the stocking as she shuddered, trying to catch her breath through the haze of desire within her.
His tongue laved her flesh through the ultra-sheer silk and had her foot flexing with the pleasure.
"Look at his face," Khalid crooned in her ear, his hands massaging the oil into her br**sts, her ni**les, tweaking the hard points as she gasped at the sensation. "He knows your taste is going to be exquisite."
She watched as Chase straightened, his fingers moving to the buttons of his shirt, parting the material quickly and shrugging it off.
He was undressing as she watched. She whimpered. She wanted to moan and couldn't. When he was nude, completely naked, the thick, hard length of his erection straining from his body, she lost her breath.
Her eyes widened. She shuddered, trembled as his hands smoothed up her legs, his lashes lowering over his eyes as he bent to her.
Calloused male fingers parted her curls and a second later the first stroke of his tongue had her flinching. She cried out as Khalid chose that moment to grip her ni**les sensually, tugging at them.
Her head turned, and she felt besieged. She felt lost in a world of sex with nothing to hold on to now. She would have held on to Khalid, she would have, but as her head turned she was face-to-crest with Khalid's erection, and he was already naked.
"Oh God," she whispered.
Courage. The word flashed through her mind.
You're not woman enough for one man, let alone two. Drew sneering those words at her.
Her hand lifted, her fingers running beneath the fierce, hard length of flesh.
"Ah, little one." Khalid almost groaned. "Fingers like the softest silk."
The iron-hard length was thick, heavily veined, the head wide, dark. There were things she had never done. She had never taken what she wanted. She had never asked for what she needed.
She curled her fingers as far over the width as she could, parted her lips and lifted her head.
Her tongue met the hot, eager c**k headfirst. It throbbed, and she may have heard Khalid whisper a curse.
Between her thighs, Chase grew hungrier. His tongue licked through the juices she felt easing from her body, a ragged groan vibrating into her flesh as she milked the head of Khalid's c**k into her mouth.
She sucked him. She had never gained pleasure in this before because Drew had always given her instructions as she did it. Khalid wasn't giving instructions. He bent over her instead, his tongue racing over a nipple, his mouth enveloping it and drawing on her erotically as she arched her h*ps closer to Chase's lips.
Oh yes. She opened her lips wider, took more of him and moaned at the heat, the raging sexuality and the hunger beginning to build inside her.
"Exquisite." Khalid groaned. "Ah, sweet, your mouth. So beautiful."
He lifted himself from her breast, but she didn't release him. When his hand buried in her hair, clenching in the strands, she tensed.
Wasn't she doing it right? Was he going to try to force her to do it his way?
He didn't. He stroked her scalp, his nails raked over it sensually, but he stayed still within her grip. He didn't thrust, simply waited. And when she began moving again she heard the low, drawn-out moan that passed his lips.
She was crying out as she tried to pleasure him. Between her thighs, Chase was driving her mad. His tongue stroked, and his fingers. His fingers were diabolical and left no doubts as to exactly what they intended for her tonight.
As he licked, stroked, his tongue flickering inside her vagina before moving to her clit, his fingers were destroying her senses.
His fingertip pressed at the entrance to her rear as he suckled at her clit, taking her to the edge of the peak before pulling her back, forcing her to strain into his touch, her movements opening that hidden entrance and allowing his finger to slide inside.