Julian’s mouth found the side of her neck at the same moment Ethan kissed her, deep, claiming, tongue sliding against hers. Two pairs of hands were on her at once. Julian’s fingers pinched and rolled her n*****s while Ethan’s hand slid between her thighs and found her already soaked.
“OMG, she’s dripping,” Ethan muttered against her mouth.
Julian’s low laugh vibrated against her throat. “She always got this wet for me.”
Ethan’s fingers pushed inside her, two at once and curled. Maya moaned into his mouth. Julian’s hand left her breast only long enough to shove his own jeans down. His c**k sprang free, long and familiar, the one that used to wreck her on a regular basis. He stroked it once, then guided her hand to it.
She wrapped her fingers around him without being told.
Ethan pulled
