Wanton. Crystal Jordan

The heat of their own big bodies made the chill of the water raise painful goose bumps on her flesh. Eric dipped his head, sucking one of her nipples deep into his mouth. She arched her torso high, pressing closer. Pleasure wound tightly within her, twisting with every flick of his tongue, every movement of his lips against her skin.

      Ryan’s fingers cupped her buttocks, slipping between them to swirl around her anus, to dip into her cunt. He filled her slowly, pumping his fingers into her slick sheath. The scent of their mingled desire heightened her senses until she could hear every ragged breath and pounding heartbeat. Her own. The men’s. The feline heat within her built higher, the desire almost more than she could bear. But she craved more—the fleeting surcease only orgasm could grant her. She rocked her hips back, attempting to take the thrusting digits deeper. Instead, he pulled away.

      The heat clawed at her control, made her hiss a dangerous warning. “Don’t tease.”

      “Never.” His finger pressed to her anus, working inside her ass until she moaned. The stretch was exquisite pain as he added a second finger to widen her and ready her for penetration.