Page 20 of Kink in the Road
I gasped as his mouth closed around my breast.
Aiden, never one to be outdone, dipped his finger to my aching clit, tracing slow, tantalizing circles.
Pants and whimpers escaped my lips as I arched, my hips pumping upward in need. “Please,” I begged, desperately. “Please fuck me.”
“Oh, we’ll fuck you, Riley,” Aiden promised, stepping away. “But first…”
He dropped to his knees before me as he slid two fingers inside me. I cried out at the delicious intrusion. He leaned in, his tongue joining his fingers to swirl around my clit.
“You taste so damn good,” he said between strokes. “Like my fucking fantasy come to life.”
“Our fantasy,” Finn corrected, lifting his head from my overly sensitive breasts. “Lick her until she comes. I want to taste her pleasure on your tongue.”
The visual of them kissing, combined with the eroticism, drove me to the edge. My hands tangled in Finn’s hair as I arched into the exquisite pleasure of Aiden’s mouth.
Finn captured my mouth in a kiss, swallowing my screams and begging cries as Aiden worked my clit until I came in an earth-shattering mess.
“Such a good girl,” Finn praised, his voice thick with lust. “Good fucking girl.”
“Going to fuck her so hard, Finn,” Aiden growled, my thighs clenching around his head in response to his growled pleasure. “Tight, slippery cunt.”
“Come up here and let me taste,” Finn ordered.
They shifted, keeping a hand on me as they wrapped each other in a tight, almost violent one-handed embrace. Their mouths met, and I watched Finn lick my cream from Aiden’s lips, both of them groaning.
Aiden’s knuckles grazed against my knee, while Finn’s fingers tangled in my hair, holding me in place to watch them.
This had to be the most erotic moment I’d ever experienced in my life.
They’re mine.
The possessive thought began to fill the hole that loneliness had carved in my chest. These were my men.
Mine.
“Enough,” Finn grunted, pulling away from Aiden. “Let’s move this upstairs.”
He easily picked me up, holding me in his arms as if I were a bride on her wedding night.
Aiden led the way, opening and then locking doors, and turning off lights as we exited the pub through a set of thick, soundproofed doors, and moved through a long corridor to their house.
I’d only ever been inside their home a handful of times, but I loved it. The house reflected the care they’d taken with my own small cottage, each part lovingly restored. But where my small home lacked space, theirs more than made up for it with five bedrooms, three bathrooms, and its own beautiful cottage garden—once again separated from the pub by a high stone wall.
Finn carried me to his—no, their—bedroom, and gently placed me on the bed.
“Now,” he murmured, brushing the hair from my face. “Take Aiden’s pants off.”
A hot spear of need shot straight to my core. I shuffled forward on the bed as Aiden stepped closer, watching me with greedy eyes.
“Take your shirt off,” I whispered.
“You wish is my command.” He tugged his shirt off to reveal his powerful torso covered in colorful, fanciful tattoos.
“Oh,” I sucked in a breath. “These are beautiful.”
He caught my hand, kissing my fingers before placing my palm against his chest. “You can choose my next one.”
I had no words for how much his offer meant to me. Instead of responding, I dropped my head and reached for his belt, tugging it free.
