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around and widened her stance. Donovan might be calling the shots but that didn’t mean she couldn’t torment them both a little as well.
    The G-string eased between her cheeks and she pulled lightly on the material at the back so it drew tighter. A deep male grunt sounded from the couch. She couldn’t be sure if it was Van or Jason. Not knowing made it even hotter.
    She hooked her finger under the edge of the string at the top of her crack, using her finger like an arrow pointing down, then glided her nail sensually along the length of the elastic towards her hip. Touching herself slowly, building it up so they could imagine what that felt like. She couldn’t be sure what the action would do to Jason but she knew the effect it would have on Van. He seemed to be obsessed with her ass, he was always touching it, caressing, kissing it.
    Bending at the waist, she touched her toes. Two groans sounded behind her. Lisa grinned to herself. Got ya.
    Still fully bent, she carefully untangled her feet from her pants and stepped out. She peeked between her legs. Jason was rubbing his cock through his jeans. Jesus, he looked big. She bit her bottom lip.
    She hooked her fingers in the string at her hips and eased the panties down her thighs. Moisture coated the inside of her legs as the wet fabric slid down. Oh my God. She was dripping already.
    “Enjoying yourself, honey?” Van asked. His voice was husky with lust but there was a slight hint of amusement as well. Bastard.
    She kicked off her panties and started to stand up.
    “Did I say move?”
    “No,” she murmured.
    “Spread your legs wider.”
    Lisa moved her feet out slightly.
    “Farther.”
    She groaned. He was going to make her be completely open on display. She spread her legs farther.
    “Jesus.” Jason’s guttural groan made her squirm. She wanted to turn around. To touch them both.
    “Touch yourself,” Van told her.
    It was one thing to do this in front of Van, it was totally different with Jason watching. It felt so much dirtier than it normally did. And holy hell, so much hotter. The first touch was delicious. Moisture coated her fingers. She was so wet and they hadn’t even touched her yet.
    “Finger yourself.”
    Lisa closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She slid her middle finger inside herself. “Mmm,” she moaned.
    “Now put your finger in Jason’s mouth.”
    Really? She was sure Donovan would have wanted that for himself. He loved it when she did that. It always got him so hard that he became absolutely insatiable, needing to taste her himself.
    She stood up and took the couple of steps it took to stand in front of Jason. His eyes were dark with lust, the green in his eyes now almost black with desire. He was no longer just Donovan’s joking friend. This was real.
    She placed her finger at the edge of his lips and he sucked it inside. His tongue curled around her digit. Hot and wet. When he was done, she eased her hand back.
    “Again,” Jason told her.
    Lisa looked over at Donovan. He stared back at them intently. His cock tented his pants, making her mouth water.
    Van smiled at her. “Give him what he wants and I’ll give you what you want.”
    She put her finger in her pussy and moved it back and forth, fucking herself, desperate for any relief she might be able to gain but all it did was drive her higher, make her hungrier for the touch of these two men.
    Placing her hand back against Jason’s lips, she kept her eyes locked on his. His nostrils flared and he sucked her finger into his mouth. This time he wasn’t gentle, he sucked greedily.
    “It’s not enough. I need to taste her,” Jason told Donovan, not her. Almost like he was asking for permission.
    Donovan nodded. He stood up from the couch and looked over at Jason. “Lie down,” he said, indicating the pillow on the sofa. “You can eat her while she sucks me.”
    Yes.
    Lisa almost sighed in relief. This was what she wanted, what she needed. As much as she wanted to be with