He pulled out the desk chair and sat facing her and Shao. His hand rested on the surface of his small desk. “It’s not something I would have thought to be concerned about in a million years, but I am.” He took a deep breath, a sheepish grin coming to his lips. “I’m worried that...you’ll miss Shao...you know, if...when...he returns...here.” He tapped his chest and shifted in his chair. He gestured to Shao’s kneeling figure. “Maybe it’s better this way.”
Meg’s pale cheeks flushed and she looked down. Her immediate response made him guess that similar thoughts had crossed her mind. Mild jealousy burned inside him and he braced himself for what she might say.
When she looked up again, she was smiling. “Jie, I can’t imagine there is a better man in the world than you.”
Jie bowed his head. “Thank you, Meg.”
“You’re welcome.” She smoothed back Shao’s hair in a way that made him raise his head from her lap and look up at her. “Shao, did you understand what Jie said?”
He nodded.
“Do you agree with him?”
Shao rose up and pressed his lips to Meg’s. Meg nearly melted on the spot. Her eyes fluttered closed at the contact of Shao’s soft full lips against hers. When he pulled away, the lack of contact made her eyes open. He was staring at her, his dark gaze sweet and liquid.
Shao put his hand on his chest, patted it several times and then turned and pointed to Jie.
To her, Shao’s message was clear. How she understood his gestures so clearly, was mysterious, but she did. Shao knew he needed to go back to Jie.
“It’s not natural for you to be separate,” she murmured.
Jie’s eyes widened and he stared at her. “But you’ll still miss him.”
She returned his steady gaze. “I won’t have to miss him if you’ll let him come out.”
Jie bowed his head. “Thank you. I’ll do my best.”
She smiled at him. If it was possible to love Jie more than she did in that moment, she couldn’t imagine it. “In the meantime, we still owe Shao some qi. And I need a bath.” She rose from the bed. Shao, of course practically leapt to his feet, as if afraid that Meg would abandon him.
She looked at Jie, giving him a suggestive smile. “Coming?”
He chuckled and rose slowly to his feet. “You haven’t seen the bathroom yet. Shao will barely fit in there with you, never mind the three of us. But I think he’ll try anyhow.”
Meg laughed. “All right. But you’d better be here when I get out.”
Jie crossed the small bedroom in three steps and reached out, cupped her cheeks. His eyes locked with hers before his gaze roved down to her lips. He leaned into her and pressed the softest of kisses to her lips. The light sensual contact sent a shiver of desire right down to her toes. She still couldn’t believe that she, Meg Philips, the girl who’d had one boyfriend in her whole life, now had this gorgeous incredible man...er...well...these two gorgeous incredible men panting over her.
Jie lifted his mouth from hers and his fingertips slipped from her cheeks. “I will spend a bit of time with my godfather. We have much catching up to do.”
* * * * *
Meg smiled as she surveyed the bathroom. Jie had certainly been right. The tiny white-tiled room had just enough space for the sink, toilet and shower, never mind room to turn around. Almost like the small lavatory in the plane.
She stepped inside and Shao pushed in behind her, crowded her to the wall as he shut the door. She laughed. “Shao! There’s no room for both of us.”
He spun around and pinned her against the wall, a hand on either side of her head. She giggled, a bit breathless and gazed at him. Mischief twinkled in his almond-shaped eyes, the velvety darkness of the pupils mesmerized her.
Her laughter died and she stared into his eyes. Warm tendrils of desire curled through her middle with each pulse of Shao’s breath on her lips. His musky scent permeated the small space and his full lips, slightly parted, were so close to hers she could have darted her tongue out and licked that deliciously plump bottom lip of his.
Come to think of it...She tilted her face closer.
His breath caught softly.
She closed her eyes and traced the tip of her tongue over dusky swells of Shao’s bottom lip.
A groan vibrated in his throat and he pressed into her, closed the narrow space between their bodies. The hard swell of his groin brushed her pubic bone through their clothing...back and forth. Each grind of his pelvis against hers ignited her more and she pushed her tongue past the seam of his lips.
A soft growl vibrated in Shao’s throat and he closed his lips around her tongue, suckled it like the most delicious food.
Mmm. Shao made her feel so wanton, so uninhibited. Hungry to feel his bare chest, she worked open the buttons of his baggy shirt and slid her palms over the smooth hard muscles. His small dark nipples pebbled against the pads of her fingertips and he groaned again, took her mouth in a full kiss, tongue plunging hotly against hers.
She slid her hands to the sides of his back. The hard lean muscles flexed under her touch. That part of his body was so smooth, so masculine, she wanted to touch every inch of it. She traced the lines of muscle that ran up his sides, all the way to his armpits, her thumbs brushed the soft dark hair in the musky warm recesses. His wild male scent flared at her exploring touch, fueling her need.
Shao nibbled her lips then moved along her jaw, down the side of her throat, his fingers struggled with the frog buttons of her blouse. She managed to pull her hands from his bare torso long enough to help him with her buttons, then the hook of her bra.
Shao gazed hungrily at her bare breasts. He cupped them, squeezed just enough to heat her whole body. Her sex was already slippery and throbbing and she sagged against the wall. She closed her eyes, her body craved Shao’s cock buried deep inside her.
The sudden release of pressure on her breasts caused her eyes to fly open. Shao was grinning at her, his eyes gleaming. She looked down, just in time to see his baggy pants drop around his ankles. He stepped out of them and kissed her again. He pushed her blouse down her arms, let it drop to the floor, then hooked his index fingers under the straps of her bra and gently yanked it off her.
She undid her trousers, pushed them past her hips, underwear and all, then stepped out of them.
Meg and Shao stood facing each other. Meg watched Shao's hungry gaze rove over her body. He growled softly, his dark eyes simmered. She smiled and let herself peruse his magnificent body in the same lustful way.
Shao's smooth muscles gleamed under the harsh light of the single bulb over the sink. His erection jutted full and hard from his ebony pubic hair. Meg felt powerless to do anything but stare at him. Even the narrow dark trail of hair from his belly button downward, aroused her.
Gripped suddenly by a wave of need, she launched herself at him.
Shao caught her, his hands wrapped around her waist, and he pulled her against him. With their bodies like one, Shao leaned against the wall.
He was making her wild, unleashing her from deep within. She grasped his wrists and pinned them on either side of his head. His eyes widened, yet the hunger still sparkled in them. Pieces of his long hair fell across his face and he panted lightly, watching her.
Meg leaned in and covered his lips with hers. He groaned softly and parted his lips. His eager response fueled Meg's hunger for him. She danced her tongue against his, each swipe more heated until their lips chafed together in a frenzy. Meg pressed against him, her breasts flattened against his chest. His dragon, full and hard, pushed against her pubic bone.
The contact sent a jolt of heat through her middle. She nipped his lower lip, then kissed a trail down his chin and pushed her lips into the underside of his jaw, breathing in his musky scent. He let her continue to hold his wrists. His breath stormed in her ear and his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths that brushed her already hard nipples with each inhalation.
Pushing closer against him, Meg slid her hands from his wrist
s, down the smooth skin of his inner arms, returned to the flaring muscles of the sides of his back. Wanting him deep inside her, she lifted her leg and started to wrap it around his hip, hindered by the wall behind him.
Shao growled softly again and lowered his hands to her shoulders, his thumbs brushed back and forth across her skin. His hard dragon twitched against her stomach.
She moved a bit closer, undulated against him in silent demand.
Suddenly, gently, with pressure on her shoulders, he drew her back.
Surprised, Meg looked into his eyes. The dark pupils simmered and his face was flushed a darker shade of gold. He released one shoulder and patted his hand over his heart again, then pointed in the direction of the bedroom. His full lips worked as if he were trying to speak.
“What is it?” she said softly. Had she done something wrong?
“J...J...”
Her breath hitched softly. Shao was trying to speak!
“Jie.” The syllable came out in a hoarse, scratchy voice, obviously unaccustomed to human speech.
She stared at him. “Shao, you spoke.”
His eyes widened. “Jie,” he said again.
She frowned. “Are you worried about him?”
Shao took several panting breaths, as if trying to speak were exhausting him. He pointed again. “Jie.” And then to himself, crossing two fingers of his hand.
Then she understood. The sensation was strange, as if he’d spoken an entire sentence. “You and Jie must be together when we...” she broke off, suddenly, inexplicably abashed.
He nodded.
Relief made her smile. “Of course, I understand.”
Shao looked at her with a hesitant expression, as if worried he'd upset her. But then he smiled. He kissed her and picked up her hand.
She let Shao lead her to the shower, and opened the faucets, her sex still pulsed hard from lack of release.
Once under the hot spray, Meg wet a washcloth and lathered it with soap. She smoothed it across Shao’s back, slid it up and down his muscles, loving the sheen of his golden skin with the water dripping off it. “Don’t worry, Shao, I’ll behave myself until we get back in the room with Jie.”
When she’d finished, he took the cloth from her and lathered the cloth with more soap. He moved her from under the spray and washed her as she’d done to him, over her back and under her breasts. The cloth rasped pleasantly against her skin, brushed her nipples. The pleasure made it increasingly difficult to keep her hands from roaming everywhere on Shao’s naked muscular body that she wanted them to.
To her surprise, he slid the cloth down between her thighs, gently washed between the folds of her sex. The brush of the cloth against her clit made her gasp. Shao gently turned her around and dipped the cloth into the crevice between her buttocks, pressing gently on the tight bud.
Suddenly, the wet cloth hit the floor of the tub and Shao turned Meg gently and held her back to the spray. He smoothed one hand over her buttocks, as if to make sure all the soap rinsed away, but then slipped several fingertips down the crevice between them.
Meg caught her breath. This was an unexplored part of her, but no less sensitive or enjoyable.
Shao’s gentle touch caressed her skin just inside her buttocks, sent darts of heat through her sex. He slid his hand all the way forward, skimmed along the length of her slit and back to her butt. His fingertips found the tiny hole and dappled over it.
Ohhh. The sensation was most delicious. She closed her eyes and felt her body relax into Shao’s gentle exploration. He pushed one fingertip into the puckered bud with just enough pressure to penetrate her. The small invasion weakened her more and she grew languid in Shao’s arms.
He braced her with a gentle arm across her ribcage and continued to push his finger in deeper. Another finger probed the opening of her cave, intensifying the delicious sensation in her behind.
She sighed, sagged more against him.
Shao held Meg more firmly and pushed his finger in all the way, moving it around in tight circles. His other finger slid deep inside her pussy, now slick with her juices. Pleasure thundered through her body and all she could hear were her own panting breaths mixed with the sound of Shao’s low growl and the gush of the shower spray.
Shao growled again, the sound rumbled from deep in his throat, vibrated against her skin. He pushed a second finger into her tight back hole. The sensation of fullness tingled with delicious heat and she clutched at his forearm. Her fingers dug into his skin as the beginnings of an orgasm spiraled through her sex.
Shao leaned into her, pulled her close against him. Her wet skin fused with his and his strong yet gentle hold anchored her against the vigorous pumping of his fingers in her tight passage. The press of his hard cock only increased the blaze building in her body.
Time seemed to stop, punctuated only by the thundering water. Shao’s skilled fingers in both her openings at once yanked one wave of pleasure after another from her body. Just as she was about to come, he stopped and withdrew his hand.
She yelped softly at the sudden absence of his fingers. Her body pulsed and throbbed without release. Still, he held her against him and his erection pushed hungrily into her backside.
She turned in his arms and looked at him. Several moments seemed to pass before she could breathe normally, much less speak. Shao, too, was panting and his eyes burned with a mixture of lust and mischief. He pointed again, jabbed his finger through the air. The message, as before, was clear.
Meg smiled. Her sex and ass both pulsed wildly. “All right. Let’s dry off and go to Jie.”
* * * * *
Meg peeked out the bathroom door. She heard Jie’s and his godfather’s voices murmuring quietly in conversation in the main room. Knowing they wouldn’t see her and Shao, she led Shao quickly out of the bathroom, both wrapped in their towels and into the bedroom where they sat and waited.
Jie came in after a few minutes. A look of hunger slid into his gaze when he saw her in her towel. “Good news,” he said, his voice slightly husky. He knelt in front of her. “My godfather wants to return to Boston with us.”
Meg threw her arms around him, aware that her towel slipped off her breasts. “Jie, that’s wonderful! I’m so happy. He can have Lao ye’s bedroom.”
He caressed her back. His fingertips grazed her skin pleasantly. “Yes, I was hoping for that,” he murmured, his voice distinctly husky now. He pulled back and looked at her, his gaze slid down to her bare breasts. “Now, you have me going crazy with hunger for you.” He leaned forward and nuzzled her breast. When he looked back up at her, a tiny grin tugged at his lips and his brown eyes simmered. “Don’t think I couldn’t feel what was going on in the bathroom,” he said softly.
She flushed warmly under erotic attention. God, with a mere look and touch, Jie made her feel so beautiful.
“My godfather also told me something else.” His voice sounded far away. Definitely distracted.
Under Jie’s look, her nipples tingled, ached for his touch. “What did he tell you, Jie?”
Behind her on the bed, Shao pressed closer to her. His body still radiated steamy warmth from their shower.
Jie held out his other hand. “This bottle.” He seemed shy about continuing.
Meg took it from him and pulled out the tiny cork stopper. The scent of delicate, meadowy herbs wafted from the bottle.
“It’s oil,” Jie said. “My godfather said that...we should use it to...Shao...and I,” he paused and cleared his throat. “Shao and I must mix our yang inside you at once.”
Meg caught her breath. She turned to Shao. The way he’d pleasured her in the shower... the delicious way his fingers had stretched open the tight hole of her backside. As if he’d known...
Shao reached out and pulled away her towel. The heat from both men’s bodies danced around her bare skin. Jie moved closer to her and she turned back to him. Her breasts and her sex tingled with awareness and need. Jie’s gaze darkened and he parted his sensuous lips. She saw
him glance at Shao.
The two men locked gazes and Meg felt the energy swirl in the air between them. A gentle vibration, both calm and sexually charged, radiated around her, into her and she grew pliant again, as she had in the shower.
She sagged forward and Jie caught her, held her gently in his arms. She tilted her head up, her eyelids heavy and parted her lips, silently demanded Jie’s kiss.
“Meg,” Jie whispered, his voice throaty, thick with desire. He brushed his lips across hers and then rained soft kisses down the side of her neck.
Shao took the bottle from her and tipped it so that the golden liquid pooled in the palm of one hand.
Jie lifted his lips from her neck and looked at her. “Come, Meg,” Jie whispered. He pulled her against him, lifted her to her knees and kissed her again.
Meg’s eyes fluttered closed. She reveled in this sensation of being surrounded, desired, pleasured by these men. She slid her tongue against Jie’s as their kiss grew hotter.
The sudden warmth of oiled fingertips slid into the crevice of her buttocks and landed on her tight hole. The oil, warm from Shao’s hand, emitted its scent as he smoothed it over the puckered skin, sending a cascade of pleasant tingling through the whole spot.
Her eyes fluttered closed. Sweet languor flooded her and she moaned softly into Jie’s mouth.
Jie’s kisses grew wilder, hotter. Meg could practically taste his yang fire and rose higher on her knees, her body already wanting both of them at once. The knowledge of what was happening was like the greatest, wildest wish being granted and she was going to savor every last second...
Jie moved in closer to her, so close his T-shirt rasped her hard nipples. An icy flash of heat tickled the hard nubs and she arched her back, moved back and forth to increase the sensation.
Jie groaned softly and pulled his mouth from hers. With his hands on her upper arms he bent down and tugged her nipple between his moist lips. He suckled sensuously on the hard bud, massaged it with soft strokes of his tongue.
Shao pushed an oiled finger inside her, wiggled it gently, then pushed deeper into her tight passage. The delicious invasion made her moan again and push her ass harder against his hand just as Jie’s tongue flickered on her nipple.
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