Page 11 of Naughty Wishes

Damn him and that dark, rich commanding tone he used only when we were having the kind of sex that left bruises on my thighs and my body sore and aching in the most delicious way. A voice I haven’t heard in years. A voice I know better than to disobey.

It is his voice, and the firm press of his hands on my shoulders, that send a rush of heat to my pussy. Not the gorgeous man standing behind me. Not the deliciously illicit thrill of having my fantasy come to life. Dan is who I missed. Who I craved. Who I lost.

Licking my lips, I turn, grateful for the blindfold so I don’t have to see Aiden’s reaction to my partially unclothed body.

“You have beautiful breasts, Kylie.” Aiden cups my breasts in his warm hands, kneading them gently. Then he circles my left nipple with his fingers and rolls it into a peak. He increases the pressure until my lower half turns molten, then moves to torture my other breast. “I could play with them all night.”

My fists clench by my sides, and a delicious shudder runs through me as he finds my lips again. Slowly, gently he sucks my tongue into his mouth until an ache burns through my body and my knees tremble.

But Dan is there to catch me, his body hot and hard against my back, his hands tight on my hips.

“You okay there, green eyes?” I can almost hear Aiden’s grin, and I manage a smile. He knows exactly what he’s doing, how to touch and where, slowly ramping up the intensity, tearing away my inhibitions. And yet, my body doesn’t respond to him the way it does to Dan. His touch warms me, but Dan sets me on fire.

“I think so.”

“You can touch me too.” Aiden uncurls my clenched hands, as if he knows what I’m thinking. “Or would you rather punch me?”

“Touch,” I whisper, raising my hands to his shoulders.

He is shorter than Dan, not as broad. His muscles bunch beneath my palms, smooth and hard and fitting with his lighter frame. He smells of body wash and cologne, fresh and clean. Such a contrast to a dirty girl like me.

His mouth travels along my jaw and down my neck. “So sexy,” he whispers. “It was hard to keep my hands off you when we were waiting for Dan.”

“My sexy.” Dan kisses my nape. His hands settle on my hips, and he pulls me against him. He is wearing only his boxers now, but there is no mistaking the steel of his shaft pressing into the cleft of my buttocks.

Aiden moves in closer, pushing his hips against me. His erection, hard beneath his jeans, presses into my belly, and he smooths his hands up and down my arms, leaving goose bumps in their wake. “All warmed up now? Are you wet for us, Kylie? Should I check?”

My cheeks burn.

Aiden laughs. “I love it when she blushes.”

“You should have seen her when we were first married and I spanked her ass,” Dan says. “My girl enjoyed being punished.”

“I would have liked to see that.”

“Undress our guest, sweetheart,” Dan says. “I’m guessing he’s getting hot with you in his arms.” His warmth disappears from my back, and I hear the scrape of a chair. Blindly I reach for Aiden. His chest is smooth and not furred like Dan’s, cool to touch. I lean in and press my lips to his pec.

“Ah, sweetness.” Aiden brushes his fingers through my hair, tugging my head back. “You have lovely soft lips. I need another taste.” He thrusts his tongue into my mouth, and my hands tighten on his shoulders as I try to keep my balance

“I’ve changed my mind about that,” Dan says from behind us. “Her mouth is mine.”

Aiden tenses ever so slightly, and then he pulls away. “Of course.”

“On your knees, Kylie.” Dan’s voice is louder now, but I can’t tell if it’s because he’s closer or if he raised his voice. “Take off his clothes.”

I drop to my knees and tug on Aiden’s belt, then push his clothes over his narrow hips and down his legs. He feels leaner than Dan, his legs more muscular and less hairy.

“May I touch him?” Dan wants to be in control, and I have a feeling he needs me to ask.

Silence.

“Dan?”

He draws in a ragged breath. “Yes.”

I wrap my fist around Aidan’s cock and slide my fingers up and down his hardened length. He is hot and heavy in my hand, his shaft thinner than Dan’s and yet no less substantial. I squeeze harder and lean in to take a little taste.

“Not yet.” Aiden gently removes my hand and then pulls me to my feet. “Otherwise this will be over before it begins.”

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