Tease Me (Private Listing #4)

“What do you want?” I take measured steps back as he follows my retreat until I’m against Coop’s door. My heart beats quickly with his every step.

He closes the distance. “Blake, I’m going to need help with our dirty little whore.”

A shiver of anticipation races through me. I’m cornered, trapped, and I really don’t want to get away as I search Coop’s darkened eyes. The stool scrapes the floor and Blake’s steps pulse in time with my thundering heart.

Playing with these two on the same page could be as explosive as when they play opposing each other. I press my thighs together at the growing ache. Blake leans on the wall next to me as Coop’s hands come to either side of my head.

Blake lifts my braid and runs his hand down it, leaving it to fall over my shoulder. “I bet she can be a good girl if she tries.”

Fuck. Like a devil and an angel on my shoulder. A shiver works through me.

“Maybe I just want to be fucked.” I lift my gaze to Coop’s. His smile is wicked.

“Then you’ll need to follow orders, sweetheart. If you’re a good little whore, we’ll fuck your ass and pussy until you see stars.” Coop leans his head down so his mouth touches my earlobe, sending sparks through me. “How do you want to play, Madison?”

My gaze collides with Blake’s lust-filled green eyes on his otherwise stoic face.

“Do you want us to take you or do you want to give in to us?” Coop’s words make me soaking wet.

I search Blake’s eyes. He wants my submission, and this is the only way I can give it to him.

My lips press against Coop’s neck as I whisper, “I’m yours to do with what you please.”

His breath is ragged in my ear before he slips an arm around me and opens his door.

“Blake.” He gestures for Blake to precede us into the room, then backs me inside until my knees hit the bed.

Blake shuts the door.

“Do we want her showered or sweaty?” Coop tips my chin up to search my face. My insides buzz. My lips part in anticipation.

“I know you prefer a dirty girl.” Blake sits in the dark leather chair in the corner.

“Strip.” Coop draws me away from the bed and sits on the edge with his legs apart. His eyes never leave me.

I take off my top and sports bra. Aiming for the hamper, I toss them over. Coop leans back on his hands as his hooded eyes take in my breasts. They grow heavy and my nipples tighten at his perusal. After I kick off my shoes and toe off my socks, I slide my thumbs into the waistband of my leggings and panties and draw them both down.

“Gorgeous.” Coop doesn’t move but jerks his head toward Blake. “Turn so Blake can see you.”

I do as he says and watch Blake’s hooded eyes as he takes in my naked body. His gaze feels like a heated touch as it strokes along my skin. Every inch of me burns to have them touch me.

“Go help Blake get his cock out.” Coop’s voice is more authoritative than usual and it’s flooding my system with need.

I take a step in Blake’s direction.

“Uh-uh, my little whore, on your hands and knees if you want to be our good girl.”

His words almost make me moan. Fuck, playing with these two never fails to make me so fucking wet.

I lower down to my knees, then crawl over to Blake, knowing Coop is enjoying the sway of my ass. Kneeling before Blake, I reach for the waistband of his sweats and pull them down. He lifts his hips to help me but keeps his hands on the arms of the chair.

I want to lick his thick thighs as I reveal them, but today, I’m going to be their good girl. I need permission.

His boxers are next. His thick erection bobs against his stomach as I free it. My mouth waters, wanting him to slide his cock into my mouth. He reaches over his shoulder and tugs off his t-shirt with one hand, leaving his sculpted body naked for my viewing pleasure. Blake is ripped and every inch of his hard body is mine.

I want to rub all over him and claim him like he’s claimed me so many times before.

For a second, we just breathe as I kneel at his feet. His expression fills with pleasure at my submission even if it’s not actually to him. We both know I’m submitting to him through Coop, but it doesn’t strip away the joy of it.