Scandalous by Karen Erickson Page B

wet kisses across her skin.
Down the column of her neck, across her collarbone and chest until his mouth
found her breast. He nibbled and licked, feasted on her nipple as if he were a
starving man. His hand came up to knead the neglected breast until he switched,
lavishing the other one with the same overt attention.
    Alexa arched beneath him, jerking her hands against the
restraining ties. God, this was absolute torture. Worse than when she could
only lie there and watch. Now she had him touching her, licking and sucking her
and she couldn’t touch him. Eric loomed over her and took her mouth, his tongue
inciting a wickedly carnal dance and she returned his kiss with fervor.
Gooseflesh dotted her skin as Brandon’s mouth moved lower, skimming across her
sensitive stomach and then even lower. His tongue licked at her pubic hair then
down, just to the very top of her slit.
    Panting, she cried out when he stopped, struggling against
the restraints unable to help herself. Eric had shifted away from her
completely, leaving her feeling awfully alone and when she glanced down her
body she saw Brandon poised between her legs. His mouth was above her pussy, a
gleam in his eyes as he studied her.
    “I can smell you. I bet I could make you beg for it,” he
said wickedly.
    “Jesus, Brandon,” Eric muttered.
    “She likes it. You like to beg don’t you, Lexi?” He drew his
tongue down the side of her swollen labia and the teasing sensation drove her
absolutely wild.
    She gritted her teeth, pissed that he said that. Pissed and
aroused and wishing she could smash his smug face in with the bottom of her
foot.
    She would beg for no man and here he lay between her legs, demanding
that she do so. She wanted his mouth on her that bad.
    “Say it, sweetheart. Say please. Or else I’m not going to
feast on your pretty pussy.” He chuckled, she felt the vibrations against her
sex and she whimpered in reply. “Beg for it, baby.”
    “No,” she threw at him defiantly, her entire body heating in
anger.
    “I warned you,” Eric murmured as he shot her a sympathetic
look.
    “Then maybe I won’t give her what she wants.” Brandon teased
her again with his tongue, taking great pleasure in her agonized cries, her
angry curses. She called him names, the words just tumbled out of her as if she
had no control. Crude, horrible things she’d never called anyone in her life.
    “And if you can say that to me I can certainly make you beg,”
he practically growled, his expression dangerously dark. His eyes still locked
on her face, he flattened his tongue and gave an exaggerated lick, leaving no
part of her pussy untouched. She arched into him as best she could, her hips
lifting, pussy smashing closer to his face. His eyes never strayed from hers as
he continued to lick her. Excruciatingly slow licks meant to drive her wild.
    And it worked.
    Two thick fingers slammed inside her body, and she moaned at
the invasion, the word please falling from her lips with ease. She said it
again and again, begging him just as he asked. In and out his fingers slid,
working her into a frenzy as his lips wrapped around her swollen clit and
sucked. Bringing her closer and closer to climax, she worked with him,
straining for it, waiting for the relief her orgasm would bring her.
    “Not yet, sweetheart,” he whispered against her clit before
he moved away. He rose to his knees over her, his breathing harsh, his mouth
and chin glistening and sticky with her juices. “I don’t want you to come until
I’m inside you.”
    His words gave her a little thrill despite the despair she
felt. She’d been so close. Her entire body was taut, stretched beyond its
limits and she could hardly wait. “Then get a condom on and fuck me.”
    Brandon grinned, the bastard. “Bossy little thing aren’t
you?”
    “That’s rich, coming from you.”
    He laughed. “Grab a condom for me will you, Eric?”
    She watched the two men stare at each other during the
condom exchange,