Jude's hands slid up my sides from behind, gathering what was left of my control as he yanked me back against his hard cock, grinding slow and deliberate. "Enough playing," he growled, his palms cupping my breasts roughly, thumbs circling my nipples until I arched with a loud whimper. "Fuck, these tits are perfect. Been dreaming about sucking them raw."

Cole knelt in front, his wicked mouth tracing the lace edge of my thong, hot breath teasing my clit through the fabric. "Smell how desperate you are," he murmured, nuzzling me, then hooking his fingers in the sides and ripping the thong down my legs. Cold air hit my dripping...