up skirt, fighting a building moan. I didn't want either of them to know how aroused I was. Chase would take it as my capitulation and there was no missing the tension emanating from Roman in the front seat as Chase teased my heated flesh.
I tried to pull away. I brought my hands up to my breasts, my palms facing forward as I pushed helplessly at the massive chest pinning me to the seat.
Chase broke the kiss long enough for me to gulp in a fresh breath of air and then he was on me again, his tongue driving into my mouth as his hand gathered the gusset of my panties to one side. The callused pad of one finger brushed the seam of my pressed labia. He dipped a finger between my lower lips, the tip swirling as he traced the ring of my cunt.
"Sopping, baby. So hot and ready, why are you resisting?"
I started to tremble, my brain barely registering that the Jeep had slowed. Looking out the front window, I realized we had pulled into the parking lot of my apartment building. Starting to panic, I grabbed at Chase's hand and tried to twist away from his teasing fingers.
My gaze pleading, I looked between the two. "No. We're not going in...I..."
Chase relented, or so I thought.
Bringing his hand up, he smeared my juices across my lips in a slow tease before capturing my face and pulling me into another kiss. I heard the click of my seat belt and then he dragged me onto his lap. My right leg angled to the side as the front passenger seat butted against my knee.
The dress skirt up around my waist, I was splayed open, just my panties protecting my pussy from their hungry eyes. I felt a third hand on me as Roman leaned into the back seat. He ran his fingers over my knee, up my thigh. Reaching down, Chase tugged the crotch of my panties to the side once more, giving Roman better access to my thick labia and the usually concealed clit so swollen it protruded.
Groaning, Chase buried his face against my throat. "Look at it jump, Gracie. You're all but coming as it is."
He was right. The contractions running through my cunt were strong enough to jerk the flesh of my clit up with each pulse. My thighs flexed rhythmically and I knew that behind the curtain of my lower lips, the muscle guarding my entrance was opening and closing with each twitch that ran through me.
"No..." A weak whine was all the denial I could muster. It evaporated on contact as Roman extended one finger and lightly ran it over the tip of my dancing bud.
The finger dipped lower, invaded me without a whisper of protest. Stroking deep inside my cunt, Roman caught my gaze and held it. "You are going inside with us. We're going to strip you and then we're going to sample every inch of your luscious flesh, Gracie. Together."
My breathing stilled, the blood slowing in my veins until my limbs were dead weighted with arousal. Now two fingers deep and curling, Roman started to stroke the knot of tissue just inside my entrance.
"Baby," Chase whispered, gently chewing at my ear. "You're going to come here in the Jeep where anyone and everyone can see and hear or in your bed. Which is it going to be?"
"Bed." A word, a moan. Hell, maybe I just thought it instead of speaking, but they knew they had me anyway.
I felt the curve of Chase's smile against my jaw line as he planted a kiss before releasing me. Heart thundering in my chest, I let them straighten my skirt and the bodice of the dress before they tenderly removed me from the back seat and walked with me between them to my apartment.
Roman unlocked the door and ushered us in. As soon as we cleared the threshold, Chase scooped me up and carried me to the bedroom. Placing me on my feet next to the bed, he turned me so that my back faced Roman. "Zipper."
"You want to give her a chance to catch her breath?" Roman joked before he stepped behind me and started to slowly ease the zipper down the length of my back.
"Breathing's good." Chase pushed the shoulder straps down my arms, his gaze ravenous as the bodice dropped to my