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  Jack put both his hands on my hips, one a little higher than Dan’s. He leaned forward and kissed my belly. My muscles leaped, but their hands kept me still. His lips skated the edge of my panties, just below my belly button, and I tensed further.

  Arousal had beaten anxiety, but anxiety was making a comeback. Jack was too close to putting his mouth between my legs. I didn’t want that, didn’t like it, couldn’t have it, but I couldn’t move.

  “Shh, Elle, shh.” Dan soothed me.

  Jack kissed my hip bone. Then my thigh. Then…my knee. A giggle shot out of me as his hands closed around my calf and he stroked downward, lifting my foot to slide off my shoe. Then the other one. He looked up at me with that grin, a pretty boy on his knees in front of me.

  “We’ll take care of you,” Dan said. “See?”

  Jack nodded. “Are you scared?”

  “No.” I wasn’t, then.

  Jack grinned again. “Good.”

  He kissed my other knee and got to his feet. He took my hand. Dan left me for a moment to strip the comforter off the bed and then he took my other hand, and together they led me to lie down, my head on the pillows.

  “Look at her,” Dan said. “Fucking gorgeous, right?”

  “Helluva hottie,” said Jack.

  Dan pulled his sweater and shirt off over his head. Jack did the same. They kept their eyes on me as they undid their belts, slid jeans over hips, kicked off their briefs and peeled off their socks. I envied their comfort with their bodies. If either of them worried about the other’s pecs or abs or length, width and girth, they didn’t show it. They simply stood naked it in front of me like they were offering themselves for my approval.

  It was easy to give. Dan, a little shorter but with a broader build and more hair on his chest, was already familiar. Jack, taller, decorated with ink on his pale, smooth skin and the nipple rings I’d guessed at, had almost no hair at all.

  But he had something else.

  “Oh, my God.”

  Jack laughed, looking down at his cock. His pierced cock. The ring, large enough to look scary, lay against the side of the head.

  Dan looked down. “Jesus, man. Why would you do that to yourself?”

  Jack laughed again and stroked himself, up and down, hand passing over the ring. “I’ll let her figure that out.”

  I blinked, fascinated. “Come here.”

  He obliged, crawling up the bed to kneel next to me. I got up on my knees to look closer. I touched him, and he made a little noise. I stroked him, up and down, the way he’d done. The ring rubbed my palm, the metal warm and smooth.

  He sighed and put his hand over mine, pumping it up and down. “That’s good.”

  Dan joined us on my other side. He unhooked my bra and took it off, then covered my breasts with his hands and kneaded them gently. He teased my nipples erect, his mouth hot and wet on my shoulder blade.

  Dan put his hand down the front of my panties, rubbing me in circles while I stroked Jack. I moaned when Dan touched me, my clit already swollen with desire. With subtle movements of his other hand, Dan shifted me so I was no longer on my knees but sitting between his legs, my back against him, his hands making magic with my breasts and cunt and his mouth sucking gently on the side of my neck.

  Jack’s breathing had quickened and I looked up at him. His grin was no less bright, though his eyes were a little glazed, and sweat had beaded along his hairline. His hips pumped forward, into my fist. He put his hand on my hair, tangling and tugging it a little, which made me cry out and arch further into Dan’s touch.

  Dan’s penis throbbed against my back. He let his finger slide lower, then up again to rub my moisture on my clit. Jack put his hand over mine, squeezing the fingers closed over the head of his cock, stopping me.

  “Slow up,” he whispered, that smoky voice making my body contract with pleasure.

  “Gonna lay you down,” Dan murmured.

  He did, moving from behind me and pushing the pillows beneath my head to make certain of my comfort. The two men shared a look, and both reached to hook their fingers in my panties and ease them down. I lifted my rear to help them. Jack tugged the lacy material over my knees and tossed them on the floor, then knelt in front of me and bent my leg at the knee to rest my foot on his thigh. Dan caressed my other leg, then my hip and belly, his eyes on me, his smile reassuring.

  Jack kissed my knee again, and I giggled again, the sound breathy and hoarse. He moved a little to kiss my calf, then the bone of my ankle. He took my foot between his hand and massaged it, then pressed a kiss to my instep. My whole body jerked, but his hands had closed around my ankle and kept me from kicking him by accident.

  It had tickled, that kiss, but also sent a bolt of sensation so strong it felt like he’d slid his cock inside me. My thighs parted and my hips lifted in reaction. I bumped Dan’s nose with my hand, and he winced, proving once again that really good sex needs choreography.

  “Warn me next time you make her do that,” Dan said.

  Jack laughed, his eyes locked on mine. “I think she liked it.”

  I should have cared, maybe, that they spoke of me like I couldn’t respond, but I didn’t. There was something sexy about it, the two of them talking about me the way I imagined men might talk about women when they think we can’t hear. If they’d softened their words, tried for romance, attempted to woo me, the situation would have seemed ridiculous.

  “She’s got pretty feet.” Jack kissed my sole again, letting his mouth linger, and again I moaned. “See how it makes her squirm?”

  Dan nodded as he passed the flat of his hand down over my breasts to my belly. “She’s wet. Touch her.”

  Jack put my foot down carefully and leaned forward to touch me. He licked his lips and again I saw the tongue stud flash. “I bet she tastes sweet.”

  Dan looked at my face when Jack said that. I must have looked panicked again, because he reached up to brush the hair from my face and cup his hand on my cheek.

  “No,” Dan said. “That’s not for you.”

  Over Dan’s shoulder, I saw Jack nod, as though he’d expected an answer like that. Dan looked into my eyes and then kissed the corner of my mouth. Respecting without complaint the distance I felt ridiculous for enforcing. I put my hand on the back of his neck and held him for a moment to stare into my eyes.

  Whatever he saw there must have satisfied him, because he smiled and kissed the tip of my nose, then took my hand from the back of his neck and kissed the palm. He sat up.

  “Suck her nipples,” Dan offered. “She likes that.”

  Jack nodded and slid up my body to take my nipple between his lips before I even had time to take a breath. I’d been right about the tongue stud. Like the ring in his penis the metal was warm and smooth, and I gasped as he worked it against my flesh.

  Dan took my other nipple in his mouth, and I looked down. One dark head, one fair, so close together but focused both on me. I wondered if they would kiss each other, or touch, and the thought of that made me gasp again, so Dan looked up at me.

  I licked my mouth, and he smiled, glancing at Jack, who looked up from what he’d been doing. They shared a look, then both started laughing. It made me laugh.

  “She’s got a sexy laugh, doesn’t she?” Dan asked.

  “She’s got sexy everything.” Jack suckled my nipple again as his hand slid between my legs.

  Jack stroked my clit, his touch different than Dan’s. Less sure. I found the skipping hesitation of his fingers unbearably arousing. Everything in my body had begun to draw together, tighten, contract and tense. I had to force myself to remember to breathe.

  Dan put his hand between my legs too, for one moment holding me while Jack kept up his uneven pace. Then I felt a finger slide inside me, followed quickly by another, and I made a noise.

  “Fuck,” Jack muttered. “Let’s see if we can get her to do that again.”

  They had taken away from me the need to speak. They didn’t expect me to answer, or to reciproc