“Stop right there.”

She didn’t.

“Lainie,” Hank said sharply, “that wasn’t a request.”

She slowly turned around. Both her men gazed at her invitingly, hotly even, but their mouths and postures were set with determination. A tiny shiver of desire surfaced, that she could elicit those types of looks. “You’re serious.”

“Completely.”

She gestured to the great outdoors. “I’m supposed to get nekkid out here?”

“Yep.”

“You guys plan on standing around in your birthday suits too?”

Hank and Kyle exchanged a look. “Not your concern. Your concern is getting them clothes off. Now.”

“Ha! Convince me that stripping down for you guys would be a better way to spend my time than chin-deep in a bathtub.”

Now she’d done it, questioning their sexual prowess. Hank and Kyle would be hell-bent on proving their mastery of her body. How easily they could wring a screaming orgasm or twenty out of her.

Lainie couldn’t freakin’ wait.

“Darlin’, that was the wrong thing to say. You’ll take whatever we decide to dish out. Now strip,” Kyle said.

His adamant tone sent her scrambling to get undressed—even when part of her wanted to protest his bossy behavior.

T-shirt gone, bra tossed to the ground, she kicked her flip-flops aside and shimmied her jeans and underwear off. She stood in the front yard naked as the day she was born.

Lust and something darker . . . like male power, settled on Hank’s and Kyle’s faces. Her gaze fell to the bulging crotches of their jeans.

“Fair warning: Since you pushed us, we’re gonna push you back.”

“Our demands will be rough on you.”

Not might be rough, will be rough. Another shiver worked through her. She wasn’t afraid. Just curious. What would these sexually adventurous men, who hadn’t exactly gone easy on her, do to kick the kink up a notch or ten?

“Touch yourself,” Kyle commanded gruffly. “Put those fingers in your pretty snatch and get yourself off for us.”

Shoving aside the fact that she’d never masturbated in front of another person, let alone two men, Lainie closed her eyes. She placed her right index finger and middle finger on her mound, rubbing the slit. Gradually she scissored her fingers closed, trapping her pu**y lips and her clit together, adding a few light strokes to coax that nubbin from its hiding place.

Crazy how fast she heated up, how wet and pliant her pu**y had become. Feeling Hank’s and Kyle’s burning gazes, she pushed her middle finger down the seam of her sex and thrust it inside her cunt. Moaning, she added another finger and f**ked herself, trying to get deeper with every plunge.

Neither Hank nor Kyle said a word, but she could hear their stuttered breathing. She could almost feel their pulses pounding in time with hers.

Masturbating was never as good as real sex, but it was always a faster path to orgasm. Lainie knew this wasn’t about her getting off as much as about their forcing her to pleasure herself for their pleasure. Still, it’d take just a few concentrated strokes on her clitoris and she’d come. Using her middle finger, she rubbed quickly on her clit until the pulses gathered and expanded into one rhythmic explosion. She threw her head back and gasped.

Her eyes fluttered open when the sound of footsteps came closer.

Kyle and Hank were unhooking their belts. Unzipping their jeans. Tugging denim and boxer briefs down their flanks.

Blowing them both at once? That would be something new.

Hank said, “We watched you. Now you’re gonna watch us.”

Oh, wow. Not what she’d expected.

“On your knees.” Kyle pointed to her jeans. “Use them for a cushion.”

“Hands at your sides,” Hank instructed after she’d dropped into position.

Her eyes moved back and forth between her men. Holy buckets, that was hot as sin, watching them jack off. Hank’s rhythm stayed steady. Kyle’s started out fast, then slowed. The rougher yanking and twisting on their cocks fascinated her. Lainie hadn’t exactly been tentative, but she’d never been that aggressive.

Hands moved faster. The slap, slap, slap, of rough fists on male flesh, coupled with the harsh breathing, brought a fresh wave of lust over her, especially when Hank grunted and stepped closer.

In her peripheral vision, she saw Kyle move behind her. He swore and the sounds of him beating off increased. She peeked over her shoulder when he groaned and bit out, “Yes. Fuck. Yes.” Warm liquid landed on her butt cheeks as Kyle ejaculated on her ass. Her cunt spasmed and she clenched her thighs together.

“Fuck, yeah,” Hank rasped. Lainie turned to look at him as the first explosion hit her br**sts. Hank’s fist pumped as he aimed the spurts at her ni**les. After the last splatter, he curled one hand around the back of her neck. “Lick me clean, darlin’,” and brushed his wet-tipped c**k head across her lips until she opened her mouth.

Hank pushed his c**k inside halfway. His shaft had softened a little but not much. She swirled her tongue around the rim, suckling softly, humming her appreciation of his familiar salty tang.

He pressed his thumb against her jawbone. “Open wider. Take it all.” He growled when she let him slide across her tongue until the crown touched her throat. “You are so f**kin’ sexy, Lainie, with my come dripping off your tits as you’re deep-throating my dick.”

His raunchy descriptions tightened her ni**les, her skin, her pu**y. She swallowed a couple of times against the saliva building in her mouth and Hank pulled out. “Keep your hands by your sides.”