Men a lot like the ones currently rubbing her calves while they watched her closely.
They had magical hands, that was the only excuse she could make as she allowed their fingers to stroke higher and higher along her legs, the dual sensations making her sex ache and clench. Closing her eyes, she gave herself over to the wonderful sensations they created in her all too willing body. They were massaging the hint of skin between her stockings and her bloomers, their fingers brushing again and again over her inner thighs. The closer they got to the apex, the wider she found her legs spreading.
Dimly, her rational mind scolded her for being such a hussy, but she found it hard to care about what was considered proper and not.
“There you go,” Garrett murmured as she spread her legs further, rewarding her with a gentle stroke on the extremely sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “Let us give you pleasure.”
Talking was beyond her, so she nodded, then her whole body arched up as one of the men ran his finger down the slit of her bloomers, finding her wet, bare flesh beneath.
“Ohhh,” Edward groaned, “she’s so wet for us.”
Startled by his voice, she started to protest when Garret suddenly leaned down and took her mouth in a kiss filled with such passion and need that all she could do was cling to him. His tongue, faintly tasting of whisky, stroked along her own, coaxing her into kissing him back. When he nipped her lower lip, she moaned in response, then jerked as Edward brushed the bud of her pleasure with his thumb.
“Sweet little pot of honey,” Edward said in a low, almost menacing voice. “I wonder if you will taste as good as you look.”
Garret held her in his arms as he made love to her mouth. That was the only way she could describe it. He kissed her like she was the air he needed to breathe, and it was intoxicating. Her body roared with desire and when something warm and wet rubbed against her sex she gave a loud gasp. Pulling back from Garret, she looked down to find Edward’ broad shoulders spreading her legs wide as he gave her pussy another lick through the slit in her bloomers.
“What are you doing!” she screeched, trying to scramble away but pinned in place like both Garrett and Edward.
“Delicious,” Edward all but purred as he looked up at her from between her legs.
“Stop that!” A zing of indescribable pleasure had her choking on her words as his mouth found her pleasure bud and sucked. “Oh, oh God!”
“So beautiful,” Garrett murmured against the side of her neck.
She clutched at his shoulders while Edward did unspeakable things with his mouth that were surely a sin. Nothing that felt this good couldn’t be. He’d lick up one side of the nub, then down the other, before rubbing his tongue in a circle that had her going out of her mind. Tension tightened her legs, and she found herself trying to close them even as she shoved her sex up into Edwards eager mouth.
Garrett continued his assault on her neck and ears, making her tingle with pleasure as he whispered about how much he wanted her, how good she looked with Edward between her legs, how much she was turning them on. When she went to reach between his legs, wanting to give him a taste of the heaven she was experiencing, he pulled away.
“No, not tonight. You can touch me later, but right now, this is all about your pleasure.”
Her back bowed as Edward rimmed her entrance with one finger, setting off new sensations that exploded in her blood like fireworks. It was one of the best feeling she’d ever experienced, and she wondered if maybe she’d been wrong about putting off sex for so long. She had no idea it would feel anything like this. The pleasure, the raw and primitive sensations roaring through her were completely addictive.
“Tight,” Edward said as he kissed her thigh, probing a little more with his finger. “A virgin, to be sure.”
The words managed to penetrate beyond her pleasure, and she started to protest again. “No, we shouldn’t be doing this. Stop.”
Instead of doing as she asked, Edward made a soothing sound before placing a gentle kiss on her mound. “Worry not. I’ll do nothing to take your maidenhead tonight. I swear it. Please, let me taste your sweet honey.”
Garret stroked her unbruised cheek with a gentle touch, his voice like velvet against her senses as he whispered in her ear, “Trust us, sweet Rowan. We will never hurt you.”
“I,” she nearly choked on her words as Edward took his finger, still slick with her juices, and rubbed it against her rear entrance. “What are you doing!”
He didn’t bother to reply, instead sucking her swollen clit into his mouth, then flicking his tongue rapidly over the sensitive tip. Sounds she didn’t know she could make poured out of her as wonderful sensations washed over her like a giant wave. His finger against her bottom no longer bothered her. Instead, as caught up in ecstasy as she was, the feeling of being played with back there was decadently naughty. She squirmed against him, panting and crying out before Garret took her mouth again.
“That’s it,” he urged between kisses. “Give us your climax.”
A burning started in the pit of her belly, then exploded out into every inch of her body as she screamed her pleasure into the night. Waves of tingling bliss blacked out her thoughts, taking her to a place where nothing hurt, nothing bothered her, and everything was perfect. Big male hands smoothed her dress back into place, while another set of hands helped get her tucked into her bedroll. By the time she was able to open her eyes, she found herself on her side, facing a smiling Edward who was laying in front of her.
Her arousal shone on his lips as he smiled, “Feeling better?”
Amazed that she was still able to blush after her wanton actions, she nodded. “Very much so.”
A warm, hard male body slid up behind her and Garret wrapped his arm around her waist, as Edward scooted closer to her front. She soon found herself comfortably sandwiched between the two men, who were grinning over her head like fools. They were careful to keep their pelvises away from her, but during their maneuvering, she had felt their erections. Very large ones at that. She didn’t have a lot of experience with men, but she’d caught glimpses through windows of her male neighbors in the building across the street walking naked past their windows. None of them had been nearly as good looking as Edward and Garret, and none of them had the men’s length and girth.
It made a little shiver go through her that was pure desire, but the men mistook for her being cold.
“Here,” Edward said as he pulled another sheepskin over them, “this should help.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, suddenly unable to meet his gaze.
Edwards’s gentle, thick fingers tilted her chin up as he stared down at her, his face mostly in the shadows of the firelight, “Your feminine juices are sweeter than anything I’ve ever tasted. Here, let me show you.”
Moving slowly, he lowered his head until their lips brushed. She gave a soft moan as new sparks of pleasure detonated inside of her. He was so big, but the way he cradled her head as his soft mouth seduced hers was highly erotic. Yes, she could taste herself on his mouth. Tart and sweet—she was relieved to know that she didn’t taste bad. Or maybe it was just the fact that she was enjoying the longest, slowest, most drugging kiss she’d ever experienced. While Garret kissed her with fire and passion, fierce and devouring, Edward kissed her like he wanted to savor her. Both different, but equally phenomenal.