Page 13 of Naughty Wishes

“I need to come,” I whisper.

“I know you do. But we want to take you just a bit higher.” Dan nudges my legs apart farther. His hand circles my neck loosely, and he tips my head back, my cheek to his cheek, my every breath at his mercy.

My words catch in my throat, and I strain against his firm grip. Although at the back of my mind I know I can end this with just one word, my vulnerability sparks a firestorm through my blood, turning my insides into molten lava.

Dan hooks my legs over his, holding me open. “Tease her,” he commands.

“My specialty.”

Aiden works his thumb through my folds and nudges my clit. My hips shoot up, and Dan presses his free hand against my stomach, holding me down.

“Bring her close,” Dan says, as he toys with my nipple, his other hand still loose around my neck. “But don’t let her go over.” His voice is firm with authority, and there is no longer any doubt in my mind who is in charge.

The bed dips, and Aiden’s shoulders press against my thighs. He blows softly on my mound and then slides a finger along one side of my clit.

“Oh God.”

He chuckles and slicks my moisture around the engorged nub with a feather-light touch.

I wiggle and squirm on the bed, straining against Dan’s powerful grip. But Dan is strong, unyielding. And with each failed attempt to get free, I feel a thrill of excitement that only heightens my arousal. This is what we had before, what drew us together, what I have so desperately desired but could never put into words. What I have missed the most.

“Almost there,” Aiden whispers and then he licks right over my clit.

“Ahhh.” My head thumps against Dan’s chest, and he grabs my hands and pins them to my stomach.

“Easy, sweetheart.”

But it’s not easy. Not when every touch of Aiden’s tongue makes my body tighten, my legs shake, and my clit throb. “I can’t take any more,” I moan.

“I think you can.” Aiden pushes his finger into me, and my vagina clenches around him.

“Take her over,” Dan says, earning my undying gratitude and at least a month of his favorite Sunday pot roast dinners.

Aiden sets his mouth on me again, licking and sucking as his fingers pulse in and out, his five o’clock shadow scraping over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. Dan rolls and pinches my nipples, murmuring soft words of encouragement that I would find sweet if my entire body wasn’t focused on the burning need for release.

Finally, Aiden draws my clit gently between his teeth and thrusts his fingers deep.

My climax comes hard and fast, crashing through me. I arch up on the bed, letting out a long, wailing cry. Dan holds me tight, and my world splinters, pleasure rippling out from my center to my fingers and toes.

It feels so right to be in his arms, and yet, the closer we get, the further removed I feel from Aiden who has been nothing but giving and kind.

Does Dan feel the same? What will he do when we take the next step? He told me once he didn’t share. How will he share me in the most intimate way? Do I even want to be shared?

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