One Dirty Night

“People are watching?” I squeaked, my eyes shooting to the door.

Two things happened.

One, I froze as the gleam of wide, hungry eyes watched from behind the glass.

And two, I melted.

I burned up, burned alive, burned, burned, burned to put on a show. To have what they could not. To be used and abused and—

“You like them watching, don’t you?” Hunter murmured as Nick slowly reared up behind me, nudging Hunter’s legs apart so he could kneel between them.

I groaned as Nick’s hand cupped my pussy possessively. He didn’t finger me; he merely massaged my entire core. I moaned as he pressed four fingers against my clit, feeling how hot I was. How every inch of me throbbed and begged and pleaded to be filled.

“I can feel every twitch, every flutter,” Nick breathed. “You’re a greedy little thing. Already been fucked yet desperate for another cock.”

My cheeks burned. I spread my knees wider.

“Christ, you look insane,” Hunter grunted, his eyes locked where Nick touched me. He grabbed my bound hands and planted them on his blisteringly hard cock. I had to use every ounce of effort to stay stable and not fall.

I sucked in a breath as his hardened steel slipped between my fingers, slightly powdery from my own arousal drying around him. His size and shape were made for raunchy, naughty sex.

I choked on a scream as Nick inserted two thick fingers inside me.

I clamped down on them.

My unallowed orgasm pounded, pounded, pounded.

“Goddammit, you’re wet,” Nick grunted. “So ready for me.”

“How ready are you?” Hunter asked. “Tell your Master how much you want him.”

They wanted me to speak?

I could barely stay alive, swept away by lust so thick, so consuming, I forgot how to exist without these two men touching me, licking me, owning me.

“Tell me, Ella,” Nicholas commanded. “Are you dripping for my cock?”

My head hung heavily. “Yes, Sir.”

“Are you as desperate for me as I am for you?”

“God, yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir. A thousand times, yes, Sir.”

“Better.” He added a third finger, stretching me, adding a mind-numbing burn.

“Damn that’s a good view.” Hunter rocked against my roped hands. “Do you feel what you do to me?” He pushed his hips up. “Feel how close I am just watching Nick finger-fuck you?”

“Fist him, Ella,” Nick commanded. “Your hand is the only thing he’ll be getting for the rest of the night.”

My fingers locked around Hunter’s erection, squeezing him harder than I’d ever squeezed a man.

With a savage hiss, Hunter threw his head back, his hips bucking upward. “Shit, that feels good.”

Nick glanced at the strangers watching us through the door. “Should we give them a show, Ella?” Plunging his fingers inside me, he bit my hip as my back arched, and I choked on a guttural cry. “Do you want them to see how badly I need to fuck you? How badly I’m going to lose control the moment I thrust inside you?”