Page 17 of Chill

“We’ll see how good you are for me.” He grabs my thigh and pulls it over his shoulder, surprising a yelp from me. As I watch, he licks his fingers, making eye contact as he gets them wet, before unceremoniously pressing two of them into me and scissoring them wide.

“You don’t need this at all, do you? Val really fucked you good, darling girl. Your greedy pussy is just begging for me to get to the fun part.” God, the way he talks could probably get me off without any help from his actions. He takes only a few minutes to work me open on his fingers, no matter the fact that I’ve got my leg hooked over his back to try to urge him to hurry the fuck up.

“So impatient,” Val chuckles, turning so he’s all I can see. Especially when he brings my face to his and cradles my cheek in his palm. “Don’t worry, princess. Sweet girl—” My gasp cuts himoff when Kieran brushes his thumb over my clit, and my hips arch off the bed.

God, I feel so needy with them.

But clearly Kieran isn’t that patient either. I can’t see him, thanks to Val’s lips brushing against mine and his teeth nipping insistently at my lips, begging for entrance. But I can hear him unzipping his jeans, just as I feel him shift a little closer and smooth his hands over my hips.

“So good for us,” he purrs, his cock sliding against my wetness. He teases me like that, barely dipping further while he just fuckingmovesagainst me. “And so needy, aren’t you?”

Val swallows my groan of frustration, taking my noises greedily. He growls sweetly, and that must be some kind of signal, because without warning or any kind of sign I can see, Kieran shoves into me until he’s buried in my cunt, his hips pressed against my body.

“Fuck,” he sighs, as I whine into Val’s mouth. He moves to let me breathe, his eyes flicking downward, and I feel him reach with his free hand until his fingers find my stomach and stay splayed there.

“He’s not going to last long in you, princess.” Val chuckles. “So you better come quick if you want to see him fuck me.”

“Well then, tell him to move,” I pant, fidgeting on the bed and rolling my shoulders against the mattress. “Tell him?—”

Kieran growls a soft curse, pulling back as he does, and slams into me hard enough that I cry out as my hips come off the bed from the overwhelming feeling. Val chuckles as his hand slips lower; and whatever complaints or quips I might have uttered die on my lips when his fingers find my clit.

He’s not gentle.

Neither of them are.

They don’t start out soft or sweet. They don’t give me soft, romantic words or compliments. Kieran fucks me like he’s on acountdown, and Val sits up suddenly to kiss him hard. When he yanks Kieran’s head to the side, I realize he’s doing it to put on a show for me.

Bless him.

Literally, all I can think is,bless him. Especially when he adds a second finger to really work me over, his fingers making wet, lewd noises against my slit as he teases my body just over where Kieran is fucking me.

It occurs to me that I could go crazy like this. With both of them touching me, and with Kieran’s cock buried in my pussy. My eyes are glued to them, and Kieran finally lets go of one of my thighs to grip the back of Val’s throat. He forces his head back, eyes flicking to mine, before he bites down hard on his murder partner’s lower lip until Val moans a protest and tries to jerk away.

Only for Kieran to delay in actually letting him go. When he does, though, he shoves Val hard back to the bed with a growl. “Take off your fucking pants, Val. And you’d better not need me to open you up with everything I did to you yesterday. I’ll finish inside you once she comes for me.”

With that, his attention is back on me, and his hand replaces Val’s on my clit. I gasp when he gives me the same rough attention, though I’m certainly not complaining.

“Come for me, darling,” he purrs. “Come around my cock and you can watch me finish in Val. You want that, right? You want to see me pin him down and wreck his day?”

“Always,” I gasp, my breath coming in sharp, heavy pants. God, Kieran isn’t the only one who isn’t going to last long.

Especially when he growls and lunges forward to bury his teeth in my neck, right over the spot he marked last night. “Then come for me, Noa,” he growls, licking over the battered skin and making it tingle. “I know you want to, so come for me. Come on. Be a good girl, darling, and just let go.” It’s a combination ofeverything that has me hurtling over the edge of the proverbial cliff. I nearly scream with the force of my orgasm which he fucks me through, though even before I’ve caught my breath he pulls out and drops my leg back to the bed. “Can you sit up for me?” he asks, panting and reaching down to palm his cock.

“Sure, yeah. Let me just uncross my eyes,” I breathe, shuddering one last time as the last of my release finally fades. I sit up, moving to the head of the bed and leaning back against the cool glass of the window. I imagine I can almost feel the rain pelting down on my skin, and I tilt my head back with a sigh, my muscles happy for the break as my brain goes into full relaxation mode.

I could so go for a nap.

At least, until Val’s yelp has my eyes opening instantly, and I look up to see Kieran shove him down on his hands and knees in front of me.

“Clean her up for me while I fuck you,” he orders, barely waiting for Val to shift forward on the bed so he can grab my thighs with a hungry look before Kieran is kneeling on the bed behind him.

“You don’t have to—” I begin, but Val snorts.

“I want to,” he assures me, dragging me closer to him until my thighs are over his shoulders. “Such a pretty pussy,” he croons, reaching up to drag my hand down. He presses it to his hair, shuddering as Kieran runs his fingers down his bare spine. “Let me clean you up while he fucks me, princess,” he adds, but it’s not a request.

Not considering the way he’s looking at me.

Kieran barely gives him a few seconds to part my folds with his tongue before he’s three fingers deep in Val’s ass. The brunet whines against me, sounding just as needy as I did as his back arches off the bed and he rocks backward like he’s asking for more.

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