Page 12 of Naughty Wishes

Dan laughs. “That was me the first time I was with her. She was the sexiest woman I’d ever been with. Still is.”

I like the way they talk about me, as if I’m here but not here, like I’m privy to their secrets.

“Your turn to undress her,” Dan says. “It’s not fair that she’s the only one wearing clothes.”

Whether it’s his tone or the way Aiden’s muscles tighten, I sense something has changed, the dynamic of the room shifting. Where only half an hour ago, Aiden was in control, Dan is now pushing back in a way that has clearly put Aiden on edge.

“Hold on to my hair, green eyes.” Aiden guides my hands to his head, and I stroke my fingers through his thick, soft hair.

“Why?”

“Because this is the hard part.” He gently eases my yoga pants and panties over my hips and down my thighs. A tremor runs through my body as I imagine what he sees, what I never look at in the mirror, what I always try to hide. My fingers tighten in his hair, but if I am hurting him, he doesn’t let on. Instead, he guides my feet, helping me step out of my clothing until I am totally naked, more exposed than I’ve ever felt in my life.

And then Dan is back, his arms around me, his familiar body supporting mine.

“Suck her nipples,” Dan says. “She’s very sensitive.”

“Pleasure.” Aiden’s lips, warm and wet, close around my nipple and a delicious shiver runs up my spine. He nips the aching peak and pleasure sizzles straight to my clit. I moan, the sound shocking me. How can I be so aroused when I barely know this man?

“She would look lovely in clamps,” Aiden murmurs, his lips vibrating on my breast.

“Yeah, she would. I still owe her a birthday present.”

“I thought this was my birthday present.” I turn my head in the direction of Dan’s voice but get no response.

“Happy birthday, Kylie.” Aiden licks and sucks until my nipples are aching peaks and I am arching against Dan, offering my breasts for the pleasure of Aiden’s mouth.

“Touch her cunt,” Dan says, shocking me with the crude word. “Tell me if she’s wet.”

A thrill of excitement ripples through my body. Is this Dan? My Dan? Talking dirty the way he used to do? Need coils deep inside me, making my body heat and my sex throb.

Aiden slides his hand down my belly and cups my sex, his fingers gliding through my labia. “She’s soaked. And so close. I could get her off with one stroke.”

“Lay her down on the bed and spread her legs. I want to see just how wet she is.”

Aiden obeys immediately, easing me back on the soft duvet, my knees bent. “Open for us,” he says softly. “Show us that pretty pussy.”

My hands clench, bunching the cool cotton as he pushes my legs apart. “Dan?”

“I’m here. I like seeing you like this, all spread out for our pleasure.” His voice holds none of the tension I sensed earlier, and no hesitation. He knows exactly what he wants, and how he wants it. But how far will he let Aiden go?

“She’s very tempting like this.” Aidan traces lazy circles up my inner thigh. “Should I see how far we can take her?”

“Do it.” A chair creaks, and I hear Dan’s heavy footfalls on the carpet.

“Do what?” I strain against the blindfold, turn my head from side to side, desperate for some evidence of Dan’s presence aside from his voice—a shadow, a glimpse, or even a touch. How curious that Aidan’s hands are on me, but all I want is Dan.

“She likes her birthday present,” Aiden murmurs. He strokes a thick finger through my folds and up to circle my clit. Over and over, with the same slow pace, never touching where I need him to go.

Oh God. All my blood rushes downward, and I rock my hips, seeking just the smallest bit of friction to push me over the edge.

“Poor baby. You’re hurting, aren’t you?” Aiden pushes two fingers inside me, and I arch off the bed, a thin whine of need escaping my lips.

“Do you want to hold her?” he asks, pulling out. “She’s right on the edge, and I still haven’t had a taste.”

The bed bows, creaks with Dan’s weight. Strong arms wrap around me, and he pulls me against him, my head against his chest, his cock, hard and throbbing, presses against my back.

“You doing okay?” His voice rumbles through me, warm and comforting.

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