They all paused at the foot of the bed.
“Second thoughts?” Cam asked.
“None,” she replied, courage rising even stronger.
“You’re fucking amazing, Lia. You need to know that. Fucking amazing.”
She looked up at them both. “Thank you. You make me feel amazing.”
“You want me to make you feel even more amazing?” Travis asked, sinking to his knees in front of her. “Because I want my mouth on this sweet pussy, too. I’ve been dying to know how you taste for so goddamn long.”
Turn down oral? Not likely. Lia nodded absently. “Yes. Yes to more amazing.”
Travis’s fingers found the button of her jeans and the zipper before peeling the denim down her legs.
“Whoa, sweetheart, you forget something here?” Once again, Travis ran the backs of his knuckles over skin.
Confused, Lia looked down and then laughed self-consciously. “Ummm … I didn’t think my panties were the sexiest … so I kind of left them off.”
Travis leaned in, and she felt his next words spoken against her navel. “No need to wear them ever again as far as I’m concerned,” he breathed. He dragged his lips from her belly button all the way down to her pussy.
She shivered at the contact, anticipating the first brush of his tongue against her most sensitive flesh.
Big hands landed on her hips, and her eyes flew to Cam’s. He said nothing, just slid behind her until he was seated on the bed and lifted her easily into his lap. He hooked one leg over each of his and ran his palms up her belly to cup her breasts before dragging his thumbs back and forth over her nipples.
Lia melted into him, dropping her head back onto his shoulder. Fuck. He was solid heat against her back. Any other thoughts flew from her head as they seemingly coordinated their movements.
Cam’s forefingers and thumbs pinched and rolled her nipples as Travis spread her lips and dragged his tongue up her slit.
“Oh my God,” Lia moaned. Pleasure unfurled as they continued. Travis, sucking and licking and tasting, and Cam, tugging and teasing. Travis’s lips closed around her clit as desire sparked through her.
She’d wondered if she’d be able to come, and hadn’t been convinced of the fact, but the orgasm was already building. She rocked her hips forward, encouraging Travis—wrapping a hand around the back of his head and scraping her nails down the back of his buzzed hair—something she knew he loved.
He groaned against her pussy, and Lia’s own moan broke free.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Let us hear how much you like it.” Cam’s words rumbled in her ear, zinging straight to her nipples.
The shivers gathered low in her belly as Travis teased her entrance.
She’d never survive. No way. The shivers gained substance until Travis slipped a finger inside her and Cam pinched down on her nipples—then she shook as the first orgasm she’d had in nearly a year washed over her. It wasn’t the slamming-into-a-brick-wall kind of orgasm; it was a delicious swell of pleasure.
She pushed Travis’s head away when the swipes of his tongue became too much for her to handle.
He pulled back. “Didn’t think you could look more beautiful, but that look on your face is proving me wrong. Gonna have to put that look on your face as often as goddamn possible.”
One second she was sitting up, and the next she was bent back over Cam’s arm. Her hands flew up, gripping his chest, but the easy smile on his face quieted her panic.
“I had to see it for myself,” was all he said.
These men … wow.
It was her turn. Lia tried to scramble off Cam’s lap, but he held her fast.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“I want to—”
“Let us make you come again,” he interrupted.