If only

inhalation was tantalizing. And Vance decided to hang back for a few minutes and watch his partner drive her crazy.

SALLY’S BREASTS WERE so swollen she could feel the beat of her pulse. Her nipples ached and burned for more attention. Her pussy was worse. Without even having been touched, the labia were swollen, hurting.

With her knees pulled up and outward, she was wide open to whatever Galen wanted to do—but he wasn’t doing anything, the annoying asshat.

Still sitting on the bar stool, he’d leaned forward. His forearms on the edge of the island pressed against the outside of her buttocks, giving her disconcerting pressure, but not where she wanted it. Touch me; touch me; touch me.

Instead of hearing her silent plea, he brushed his lips over her inner thigh. One, then the other. After a minute of torture, she realized he was drifting slowly, but surely, toward the place. She rocked her hips, trying to angle him, to move him—

Slap.

The startling pain on her inner thigh blasted through her. “Ow!” Yet the smarting eased into an erotic burning to match her pussy.

Galen didn’t even lift his head, so she transferred her glare to Vance.

He chuckled. “He’s never liked moving targets. He gets cranky.”

Cranky? The most intense, controlled, dominating Dom she’d ever met got cranky? A giggle escaped her.

Then she choked as Galen’s merciless fingers pulled her folds open.

The brush of cool air on her entrance and her engorged clit made her moan. There, there, there.

Nothing happened.

She raised her head slightly. Galen was simply looking at her pussy with that indefinable manner of a Dom inspecting what he considered to be his.

Her flush of embarrassment disappeared in the inferno that rolled right up her body until she could feel her cheeks glowing. Hopefully he wouldn’t notice…

He lifted his head; his keen eyes studied her face for a long moment before meeting her gaze. She saw his amusement, his hunger, and something…more. As if he cared how she felt.

She felt Vance’s hands on her breasts…but Galen’s gaze kept hers trapped.

As Galen held her open, he ran a finger from his other hand around her entrance, and slowly, slowly slid it up toward her clit.

Her eyes started to close as the pressure inside her grew, as—

“Eyes on me, Sally.”

At Galen’s soft command, she forced her eyes open. He never looked away as his finger slicked up one side of her clit. Her muscles tried to tighten, and his fingers implacably held her open. When he wiggled the hood, the sensation of his calloused finger was too intense, and she flinched.

His touch lightened, and he slid his finger down the other side of her clit. Electricity seemed to sizzle there, right under the skin.

But as he moved his finger down farther, she wanted to groan with frustration. The finger slid into her, awakening new nerves. It withdrew, and she felt him insert two fingers, moving them inside her pussy as if exploring—yet his gaze never moved away from her face. In and out. Back in.

Oh God, it felt so good. A quiver coursed through her, and she felt a coiling of arousal growing deep within her.

With insistent fingertips, he rubbed an area inside her, over and over. He gave a tiny shake of his head and changed to a new place.

She started to wiggle to tell him to move on but… No, Sally. No moving targets for this Dom. Somehow, she managed to force herself to hold still.

He had sun lines at the corners of his eyes, and without even a smile, they deepened as he watched her. Then he rubbed a place that made her vaginal muscles jerk tight, squeezing around the hardness of his fingers.

“Well, that’s easy enough to reach,” he murmured and slid his fingers out.

No! A moan escaped her.

He chuckled and looked up at Vance. As Galen’s gaze moved away, she felt as if she’d been drawn over a rack and suddenly released.

After nodding at Vance, Galen smiled at her. A…worrisome smile.

“Hang on, sweetheart.” Vance pressed her breasts together, his hands rougher than before. No more gentle, teasing touches from him.

Galen bent his head, and his tongue skimmed over her bare outer labia and up to her clit, circling slowly inward with fluttering licks. His other arm wrapped outside her thigh so his hand could cover her mound. His fingers curled, pulling up on the skin so the hood exposed her clit and made the nub stand out.

He slid two fingers back inside her to rub ruthlessly over that sensitive spot, and her muscles tensed around him, making him smile. Over and over, he stroked…right on that spot.

As her insides clamped down, he thrust in and out occasionally, as if to keep the entrance wakened.

She felt as if she was swelling inside, and there was a feeling of needing to pee that made her squirm. The pressure grew as his mouth paused directly above her clit. She could feel his sultry breath against the unprotected button.

“Say please, Sally.” Galen’s voice broke into her need.

Her mouth closed. Couldn’t.

“You can, sweetie,” Vance murmured. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, licking around it.

At the same time, Galen licked a circle around her clit, round and round, even as his fingers tormented that…spot…inside. The need to come was like the inevitable surge of the ocean, breakers rising up out of the sea, rolling toward—

Everything stopped. Vance, Galen, tongues, fingers.

A protesting groan broke from her.

Vance’s lips closed around her other nipple, lightly. Not moving.

“Say please, Sally,” Galen whispered. “Nothing else. Just one word, pet.”

Her mouth moved, couldn’t.

He blew a stream of air onto her appallingly sensitive clit.

Cold contracted the overheated tissues; her hips strained upward toward release. “Please.”

“Good girl.” His voice was a purr of approval that wrapped her heart in warmth.

Vance pulled her nipple into his mouth…and sucked strongly.

Galen’s mouth closed over her clit—the sudden engulfing wetness shocking—and cartwheeled her right toward an orgasm. And, oh God, he sucked on her clit in fast pulls as his tongue rubbed one side and the other.

Up, up, up.

Her body tightened. Her breathing stopped. Her hands fisted in Vance’s hair as she clutched him against her breast. Everything poised for that moment of…

With a rushing sound she felt rather than heard, everything drew together into one glowing, glorious cosmic ball before exploding outward. The splendor of it took her air, her mind, her body as she rode the waves of the orgasm. The blackness of space filled her world, meteors streaked through her vision, and sensation after sensation sparkled through her like newly born galaxies.

Finally the roaring in her ears diminished, and she heard Vance’s low chuckle and Galen’s hum of satisfaction.

As she lay, limp and gasping, Vance unstrapped her legs. Before she could move, he picked her up. Galen folded the huge quilt into a rectangle. After nudging together two backless counter-high stools, he arranged the inches-deep, puffy “pillow” over the tops.