Page 5 of Perfidious Passion

"Don't worry bro, I sorted it," Dean remarks with a tray of cinnamon rolls in his hands. "Right, baby?" He hip checks her out of his way to set the cinnamon rolls on the dresser.

She flashes him a smile and puts two steaming mugs down on the nightstand beside Aaron. "Right. My room too, blah, blah blah."

It's moments like this where I envy my brother. He can soothe our girl like it's second nature. Lilly rarely seems anxious around him.

"I just wanted to give you privacy," she states. Her words rise with a squeal when Aaron snatches her around the waist and pins her beneath him.

"There is no privacy needed," he says, and she finishes our family motto, "unless explicitly stated."

"That's good, Lil Lilly," Aaron purrs and rolls off of her so she's now between us.

It's been seven years since the four of us became official. We've had plenty of time to figure out what works for us. Sometimes she forgets, though, especially when she's stuck in her head. I worry we'll never be able to make her feel as special as she is just because the guys and I have known each other all our lives. Lilly's our everything, but making her feel less like an outsider when it comes to mine and Aaron's relationship is one of the few struggles we haven't been able to overcome.

"I love it when you call me that," she whispers, running her fingers along Aaron's collarbone.

He gazes at her with so much love I swear my heart beats double for them. "I know."

"I have to get up." Lilly drops her hand from Aaron's heated skin. "I need to grab the rest of the drinks."

Dean shakes his head rapidly and launches himself onto the bed in front of her. With a quick peck on her lips, he shoves her back into the pillows. "Stay. I'll get them." He points between Aaron and me with a twinkle in his eye, which makes it seem like I'm looking in a mirror. "Help her get comfortable."

With that, he hops off the bed and leaves the room. Silence descends; Lilly's heavy breathing is the only thing filling it.

Keeping my eyes on my woman, I ask Aaron, "Mine or yours?"

Plucking the soft white string of her pajama pants, Aaron begins the art of undressing Lilly. "How about ours?"

My dick jumps beneath the thin sheet, drawing her stunning grey eyes to its neediness. "What do you think, Lil? Can you take us both today while your husband makes you a coffee?"

Aaron steals her words before she can even attempt to answer my question. Growling, I shove my hand down her pants and twist my fingers around his to make him stop finger fucking our girl when I'm trying to speak to her.

Ignoring Aaron's snickering, I narrow my gaze on Lilly. "Answer me."

She flicks a look at Aaron with a shocked expression. I'm not normally so dominant, that's more my husband’s kink, but her skittishness around me this morning has me on edge.

"You know how he gets when you tiptoe around us, Lilly. Now answer his question. Can you take both of our cocks, or do you need help to warm up?" His voice sends chills up and down my arms.Fuck, I need her. Him. Both of them, preferably.

Instead of nibbling on the inside of her cheek, she bites down on her plump lip. Slowly, her pupils blow and she melts into the bed and our hands. Unable to control myself, I push mine and Aaron's finger into her tight cunt.

"Fuck, Lil. Please answer me, babe." I can't get enough of this woman.

"Well.” She sighs and wiggles against us. "How much time we got?"

I smirk. "All damn weekend. We're celebrating, remember?"

I look at Aaron, pride filling my chest at the new role he's going to step into on Monday. He's worked so hard, climbed all the ladders, did all the coffee runs and bitch work. He deserves it, and this: a weekend to relax and love.

"Then I think I need some help warming up. My pussy," she tightens around our fingers on purpose, making us groan, "feelsa little too tight for both of you. Get me ready for three cocks, please?"

Dean enters the room in time to hear her sexy fuckin' plea. "Fucking hell, baby. I get your sinful little mouth if you're gonna be so greedy then."

Lilly lifts herself and beams at him, her light and dark red hair tickling her dainty collarbones. The necklaces she always wears twinkle between her pert tits, making my mouth water.

Bobbing her head, her lips kick up on one side. Then she's spreading her legs and rides mine and my husband's fingers like a pro.

"Please," she breathes, tipping her head back to the ceiling.

My woman never needs to fucking beg. I'll give her my cock every time she asks. But first she asked for a warm up... so I'll just have to heat up her cunt with my tongue.

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