Bo's mouth and Sam's fingers pulled a long moan from Caroline, her hips flexing forward with eager need. Her nipples, still wet from Bo's mouth, tightened to hard knots in the cool air of her bedroom.

Instinctively, she tried to widen her stance, give both of her lovers more room to fuck her. The restrictions of her jeans at her knees made her whimper in frustration.

A stray thought surfaced, perhaps in response to her thwarted needs. They were all still barely inside the door. "Bed?" she gasped.