Her hips shot off the bed.

Dylan chuckled. “Everything okay, Blondie?”

“Uh-huh.”

Her eyes fluttered closed as the men feasted on her. Two tongues darted out to lick her ni**les, and when she bucked in surprise, two sets of hands dug into her hips to keep her still. They suckled her, twin groans of approval vibrating in her br**sts and bringing goose bumps to her skin.

The mattress dipped, and cool air met her nipple as Cash’s mouth left it. She shivered when his lips grazed her ribcage, then her navel, her pubic bone, her inner thigh. While Dylan continued playing with her br**sts, Cash crouched at the foot of the bed and spread her legs. His hot breath tickled her core. Anticipation poured into her.

When his tongue flicked over her clit, she moaned with abandon and shifted restlessly on the bed.

“You like how Cash licks your pu**y?” Dylan muttered before moving his mouth to her neck and nipping at her flesh.

“Mmm-hmm.”

“You want my tongue down there too?”

She trembled uncontrollably, unable to believe this was actually happening.

Without awaiting her reply, Dylan joined Cash between her legs. Cash immediately retreated to let his friend have a taste.

Jen groaned at the sudden change of pressure. “Oh…God.”

Dylan’s mouth was gentler, teasing her with feather-light kisses and long, drawn-out licks. As shivers danced over her naked flesh, she released a soft sigh of sheer contentment. And yet the moment she relaxed, losing herself in those sweet, gentle ministrations, he licked his way down her slit, speared his tongue into her core and made her scream with pleasure.

She’d barely recovered from the shocking invasion when he lifted his head to give Cash another turn.

She looked down, her heart pounding like a jackhammer. One dark head, one blond one. Between her legs. Oh God. It was too much. They took turns teasing her into oblivion. Slow, fast, gentle, rough. A whirlwind of sensation fogged her brain and racked her body.

“Too much,” she choked out. “It’s so good…so…good. You’re going to make me explode.”

“That’s the point.” Cash laughed, and then he slid two fingers into her sopping wet channel and she nearly bucked off the bed.

Dylan captured her clit with his mouth and started to suck in earnest, his low groans vibrating in that sensitive nub.

And just when she thought she’d reached the ultimate pinnacle of arousal, she heard Cash mutter, “Want a taste?”

Dylan’s mouth abruptly left her.

Jen’s eyes flew open in time to see Cash slide those two long fingers directly into his friend’s mouth. Dylan sucked her juices from his friend’s fingers and growled with approval. “Fuck, she’s sweet.”

Cash caught her expression and grinned. “You okay, sweetheart?”

“I…God, I…”

No words. She had no words. Both men chuckled before resuming their posts—Cash filled her with his fingers, Dylan tended to her clit, and it wasn’t long before every muscle in her body tightened and she came in a long, keening rush. The climax was so intense she tried to wiggle away, but squirming proved to be an exercise in futility. Strong hands held her in place, husky voices murmured encouragement as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into her.

When she was able to function again, she found both men kneeling in front of her, sporting matching grins.

“Don’t you dare high-five,” she grumbled.

“We already did. You were coming too hard to notice.” Dylan’s green eyes gleamed with sinful promise. “Ready for round two, or did we wear you out?”

Gulping, she eyed the blatant evidence of their arousal, the unconcealed hunger in their expressions. She was unable to fight the resulting burst of panic as she suddenly realized she really hadn’t thought this through.

Cash laid his palm flat on her belly. “What’s wrong?”

“I…um…” She licked her lips. “I’m not sure about the whole, um, double penetration thing.”

Dylan chuckled. “Not into ass play, are you?”

Her cheeks heated. “I’ve never tried it. I guess we could, if you—”

“No,” Cash interrupted. He moved his hand over her stomach in a tender caress. “This isn’t about us. It’s about you, and if you’re not comfortable with something, then it’s a no-go. Right, Dylan?”

“Right.” The other man didn’t even hesitate.

Relief trickled through her. As incredible as this entire encounter was, she wasn’t ready to jump into the darkly unfamiliar.

The bed creaked as Cash climbed off it and walked over to the dresser. He opened the top drawer, grabbed a couple of condoms and rejoined them.

“How about Dylan watches for now?” he said roughly, rolling on a condom as he met her eyes. “Does that sound good?”

She nodded, overcome by a fresh surge of anticipation.

The bed squeaked again as Cash got on his knees and positioned himself between her thighs. Keeping their gazes locked, he drove into her, filling her completely.

Jen gasped.

Dylan, who was on his knees beside them, seemed to enjoy her reaction. With a faint smile, he tweaked one of her ni**les and said, “Does he feel good inside you, honey?”

She choked out an assent.

Dylan brought his hand to the juncture of her thighs and idly stroked her clit. With his other hand, he pumped his shaft, watching as Cash’s c**k tunneled in and out of her core. Having another man there, touching her while Cash moved inside her, was so deliciously surreal.