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thing…Hunt would win. That truth was in his
eyes, the stance of his powerful body.
    “David,” she said.
    Without pause, he turned to her.
    She murmured, “I want you to kiss
me.”
    Genuine shock flashed across his
broad face.
    It would have been so easy to smile. So cruel too. She didn’t want him to think she was
making fun. Pretending to misunderstand his reaction, she hushed, “Unless you
don’t want to.”
    “What? I do. Of course I do.”
    “Good.” She offered a relieved
smile, then before he did anything, she spoke to Tim.
“I want you to fondle my breasts and suck my nipples.”
    His funny half smile said that he
was pleased, but not content. He wanted it all.
    Not unless she proposed it.
    To Hunt, she said nothing, testing
to see what he’d do. Ask or take.
    He studied her for a long moment,
his expression revealing none of his thoughts, and then he regarded her nudity.
    Her areolas constricted in response.
Her pussy ached with unfulfilled need. More than the others, she wanted his
hands and mouth on her. But she wouldn’t ask for it. Nor would she ever beg.
    Tim moved first, cupping her breast,
testing its weight, his touch generating more heat within her. He smelled of
something expensive and woodsy, a fragrance she found pleasant, causing her to
lean into him. It broke David’s inertia. He cupped her chin, turning her face
to his so he could capture her mouth.
    His kiss was tentative, the sweet
kind she recalled from guys in her early teens. She touched the tip of her
tongue to his. A shock of electricity couldn’t have prodded him more. He seemed
to forget about everything but his own need, deepening their kiss, making her
moan.
    With the sound, Tim eased her nipple
inside his mouth, suckling it, lapping the tip. His tongue was rough and wet,
sending a thrum of delight through her. Before it faded, his free hand went to
her other breast, fondling it without restraint.
    Sweet. But nowhere near what she truly needed.
    Through a haze of mounting pleasure,
she sensed Hunt moving closer. His cologne was stronger now. She heard
something rapping against the floor. His knees?
    Yes.
    He placed his hands on either side
of her cunt, using his thumbs to part her soft folds, exposing her clit. The
room’s tepid air felt coolish against her damp nub,
his tongue wonderfully hot. She gasped at the sensations sluicing up her torso
and down her thighs. With her lips parted even more, David thrust his tongue
deeper into her mouth, encouraging her to resume suckling him.
    She did for a time. Then Tim bit her
nipple lightly before licking the other, swirling his tongue around the bumpy
areola, making her forget David.
    But not Hunt. With relentless intent, he lapped her clit, keeping her legs parted when she tried to close them, using her
inability to flee to do what he wanted. He worked three fingers into her
sheath, clearly stretching it for his cock.
    No. She wouldn’t allow him to take
her first. She’d give herself to David, then Tim. Hunt would be last. She’d
prove to him that she called the shots. That she—
    Oh god.
    Hunt worked his fingers in and out
of her as he would his shaft, even as he teased her clit with his tongue.
    She sagged against the post, using
its support and her bound wrists to keep from slumping down.
    If Hunt noticed her sudden weakness,
he didn’t hesitate in the least. He used her body as he willed and she desired,
bringing her close to orgasm.
    Yes. More. Now.
    He paused just as she was about to
go over the edge.
    Frowning, she tore her mouth free of
David’s and gulped air. Didn’t help. She couldn’t
quite catch her breath. The room lurched with her dizziness. She wanted to
bitch at Hunt, ordering him to continue, to give her some fucking relief, but
clenched her jaw instead and waited.
    David kissed her throat, sending new
ribbons of delight through her. Tim pursed his lips and pulled on her nipple. For him, a surprisingly gentle move that delighted her.
    Even so, she