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.
Cool and slick with lubrication, his finger worked its way slowly inside as she shuddered again. She would have worried. If the pleasure hadn't been tearing through her, she might have hesitated.
"Ah sweet. Such warmth and generosity." Khalid's voice was harsher now. "You're destroying my control." His hands pulled at her hair erotically. "Ah fuck. Yes, suck the head, sweetheart. Just like that."
His thighs tightened as she drew the head in deeper, sucked and flicked her tongue over it, then she arched and screamed against it as she felt the intrusion in her rear. Thicker than one finger, he was using two now stretching inside her, parting the tender tissue as waves of screaming pleasure began to race through her.
She was arching to Chase's tongue, driving his fingers deeper. The ache building inside her was too much. Chase was making her crazy, his tongue flickering over her clit, through her pussy and drawing more of her dampness from inside her, tearing her apart with the sensations.
She couldn't focus on the pleasure she could give, because she was racing toward the pleasure she was being given.
"Here, little one." Khalid drew back, easing her mouth from him as she realized her nails were digging into his thigh. "There. It is all good. Yes?"
Khalid poured oil into his palms, rubbed them together, and began caressing her again as she stared back at him, dazed. He rubbed her breasts, her belly, his hands running close to her mound, as Chase peered at her with diabolical greed.
Below, deep inside the forbidden channel Chase was stretching, penetrating, she felt his fingers scissor apart again, felt that burn that pierced her sex and had her gasping, shaking.
She was so close.
"Chase." Her head dug into the pillow as she tried to arch closer. "Please, Chase."
"Pleasure, Kia," Chase whispered back, his voice strained as his fingers slid from her.
"Enough pleasure," she cried, bucking against them as Khalid's head bent, his lips surrounding a nipple once again.
He was sucking her nipple. Chase was sucking at her clit. His fingers, he was working his fingers inside her again. The fit was tighter, and she whimpered at the burn, the pleasure pain.
"Ease for him, sweet," Khalid whispered, lifting his head from her nipple, his hand flattening on her stomach. "Ease for him. Let his fingers inside you. So slow and easy. Feel how the pleasure burns, Kia. How it races through your body, how it fills you like a drug."
That particular drug was pumping through her bloodstream, racing to her clit, circling it, and tearing across nerve endings she had never known she had.
"So simple," Khalid whispered as Chase eased his fingers from her and slid back.
She stared back at Chase before moving. She ignored his curse, his surprise. She had had enough. She was torn apart with the need for release, with the hunger burning in the deepest parts of her body. She went to her knees, bent and let her mouth cover the head of his cock.
This was the flesh she wanted in her mouth. Chase's. She sucked him inside, wrapped her fingers around the shaft and heard his sharp, hard intake of breath.
She was a