He bent his lips to her ear. "He has waited for you. For this," he whispered, causing her to tremble as she felt Chase's breath against her mound.

Khalid's hands, slick now with oil, moved along her shoulders and then to her breasts. He massaged the oil into the sensitive flesh as she felt Chase removing her panties. Slowly. He drew them from her hips, over her thighs, and along her legs until he pulled them from her feet.

He lifted her foot, still in the high-heel shoe, and kissed her ankle through the stocking as she shuddered, trying to catch her breath through the haze of desire within her.

His tongue laved her flesh through the ultra-sheer silk and had her foot flexing with the pleasure.

"Look at his face," Khalid crooned in her ear, his hands massaging the oil into her breasts, her nipples, tweaking the hard points as she gasped at the sensation. "He knows your taste is going to be exquisite."

She watched as Chase straightened, his fingers moving to the buttons of his shirt, parting the material quickly and shrugging it off.

He was undressing as she watched. She whimpered. She wanted to moan and couldn't. When he was nude, completely naked, the thick, hard length of his erection straining from his body, she lost her breath.

Her eyes widened. She shuddered, trembled as his hands smoothed up her legs, his lashes lowering over his eyes as he bent to her.

Calloused male fingers parted her curls and a second later the first stroke of his tongue had her flinching. She cried out as Khalid chose that moment to grip her nipples sensually, tugging at them.

Her head turned, and she felt besieged. She felt lost in a world of sex with nothing to hold on to now. She would have held on to Khalid, she would have, but as her head turned she was face-to-crest with Khalid's erection, and he was already naked.

"Oh God," she whispered.

Courage. The word flashed through her mind.

You're not woman enough for one man, let alone two. Drew sneering those words at her.

Her hand lifted, her fingers running beneath the fierce, hard length of flesh.

"Ah, little one." Khalid almost groaned. "Fingers like the softest silk."

The iron-hard length was thick, heavily veined, the head wide, dark. There were things she had never done. She had never taken what she wanted. She had never asked for what she needed.

She curled her fingers as far over the width as she could, parted her lips and lifted her head.

Her tongue met the hot, eager cock headfirst. It throbbed, and she may have heard Khalid whisper a curse.

Between her thighs, Chase grew hungrier. His tongue licked through the juices she felt easing from her body, a ragged groan vibrating into her flesh as she milked the head of Khalid's cock into her mouth.

She sucked him. She had never gained pleasure in this before because Drew had always given her instructions as she did it. Khalid wasn't giving instructions. He bent over her instead, his tongue racing over a nipple, his mouth enveloping it and drawing on her erotically as she arched her hips closer to Chase's lips.

Oh yes. She opened her lips wider, took more of him and moaned at the heat, the raging sexuality and the hunger beginning to build inside her.

"Exquisite." Khalid groaned. "Ah, sweet, your mouth. So beautiful."

He lifted himself from her breast, but she didn't release him. When his hand buried in her hair, clenching in the strands, she tensed.

Wasn't she doing it right? Was he going to try to force her to do it his 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 creature of pleasure now. She worked her mouth on the hard cock head, worked her tongue around it, teased him as he had teased her.

Behind her, Khalid's fingers were piercing her rear, and she didn't care. She spread her legs for him, filled her mouth with Chase and heard his strangled groan as her name tore past his lips.

She thrust her hips back against Khalid, felt his fingers moving inside her.

"Now." She lifted her lips from Chase's cock, licked the head, and stared up at him. "Take me now, Chase. Please."

"She's ready." Khalid kissed the cheek of her rear, raked his tongue over it, and pressed his fingers into her. "She can take us both now."

Chase stared down at her. "Both of us, Kia."

He wasn't going to let her misunderstand. He wasn't going to let her feel betrayed later.

"Yes. Both of you." There was no hesitation in her voice, or in her dazed, sensual eyes.

Chase took the condom Khalid handed him, rolled it quickly over his cock, and pulled Kia to him. He brought her lips to his, kissing her, devouring the taste of her as he turned her until he could lie back on the wide leather seat, dragging her over him, pulling her into place until she straddled him.

He didn't have to guide his cock to her—she did it for him. Silken fingers wrapped around the shaft and her hips lowered, the slick folds parted and she stilled.

Chase pressed upward as Khalid moved behind her, his teeth nip-ping at her shoulder as she shuddered and more of her juices spilled over the sheathed length of his cock.

Chase had to fight to hold on to his control. Kia's pussy was nearly as tight as her ass. The muscles clenched around him as he eased inside her. Hell, he might as well not be wearing a condom to begin with. She was so sweet, so hot and tight he could feel every ripple of the contractions around him as he worked inside her.

Kia felt the stretching burn, the impalement, even as she felt Khalid behind her, his lips moving down her spine, tongue licking, his hands clenching on her rear, rocking her on Chase's cock.

She was burning.

"So perfect," Chase groaned beneath her.

"A treasure," Khalid agreed as he pressed her to Chase's chest.

Muscular arms came around her, light green eyes darkened to near moss stared back at her as she fought to focus.

He was buried fully inside her now. She was stretched tight, and Khalid was easing his fingers from her, shifting behind her.

"Don't hurt me," she whispered, shaking, touching Chase's face. "Please don't hurt me."

He paused beneath her, and behind her, she felt Khalid pause as well.

"Would I hurt you, Kia?" he asked as his hands stroked her gently.

Chase stayed still inside her, stretching her, ignoring the tight little movements she made, the need to have him thrusting inside her.

She was trying to breathe. Pleasure and fear and the unknown tore through her.

Behind her, Khalid stroked her with his fingers again, down the cleft, eased against the opening.

She gasped, relaxed involuntarily.

"Ah, so sweet. She knows there is only pleasure here," Khalid crooned.

"Would I hurt you, Kia?" Chase asked again, his lips at her ear as she sobbed with the pleasure now. "Would I ever hurt you?"

She shook her head, eased farther, felt herself relaxing, felt the broad, thick head of Khalid's cock beginning to ease inside her.

And it wasn't pain. It wasn't pleasure. It was an agonizing sense of rapturous ecstasy that began to blaze through her, inside her.

Chase remained still. Hard hands gripped her hips, holding her in place, Chase buried his cock inside her to the hilt as Khalid began to work his cock inside her rear.

"Chase," she moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"I have you," he whispered at her ear. "I've always had you, Kia. Remember, baby? I take care of you."

He took care of her. She could trust him. She let the pleasure surround her, let it fill her, felt her muscles ease as Khalid slipped deep inside her.

"That's it, sweetheart." He kissed her neck, licked at it. "Just let us pleasure you. Every part of you touched, stroked."

His hand touched her face, pressing her upward as her back arched and Khalid slid inside her rear fully.

Her head jerked up with a cry. A strangled scream as she began shuddering. Her eyes flared wide as she stared down at Chase. She could barely see him. A haze of white-hot pleasure filled her vision and tore through her body.

"Fuck. She's coming, Khalid."

"Ah, yes." Khalid sounded as though he were forcing the words past his lips. "So tight. So tight."