Page 48 of Power Play with My Brother's Irish Friends

“Only if that’s where you want to be.” He closed the distance, green eyes shuttered behind half-closed lids. “Is that what you want, Miranda?”

“I love how you say my name.”

“Is that right?” He set his hands on my hips and dropped his lips to my ear. “Miranda.” The gruff whisper sent a shudder down my spine and raised my hands to his neck. His lips skimmed the skin below my ear and came around to hover over my lips. “Miranda.”

I tasted each syllable, the intoxicating rush of being wanted and desired by a man like Duncan. He kissed me slow and deep, taking his time and drinking from my lips like they were the most delicious flower. Heavy hands lifted from my hips to my ribs and ran back down again.

Desire flared despite having slept with Patrick yesterday. I wanted Duncan with the same kind of possessiveness that sent me into Patrick’s arms. “Take me to your room.” I wrapped my arms around his torso and hugged him tight, kissing the side of his neck before taking a step back.

He held out a hand. Once I set my palm against his, he led the way up the stairs. His bedroom door stood open, the smoky gray walls and black wooden bed taking up a dominant space in the center of the back wall. A mural of Ireland covered the entire wall to my right, and the left housed a series of paintings similar to what I’d discovered downstairs. I turned into him and worked on the buttons holding his shirt together. His approving growl sent heat pooling in my belly and made my fingers fly over the buttons until I’d peeled it off him and tossed it across a chair tucked beneath a work desk.

He found the zipper in the side of my dress and lowered it in a swift jerk that left me breathless. Cool air brushed my skin and I leaned into the heat radiating from his body. The dress fell in a puddle dark as midnight. I stepped out of it and straight into Duncan’s arms. My nipples pebbled against his chest when he grabbed my ass and dragged me across his length. I fumbled with his belt, my fingers tangling in the sliver of space. When his lips met mine, every thought vanished. Nothing mattered except falling to bed and feeling Duncan inside me. When I finally released the zipper, his pants dropped and he kicked them aside. I nudged his chest, urging him backward toward the bed. He allowed me to lead and scooted onto the bed, pulling me along with him with his arm around my waist. I straddled his hips and reached between us, sliding my hand over his thick cock and groaning in the back of my throat. He held my hips, his breaths coming in short pants when I double fisted my hands over his length and back up again. I wanted him inside me, but not yet.

Grinning at him, I slithered down his legs and wrapped my lips around his cock, bobbing my head over him and taking him deep.

“Fuck, Miranda.” He fell back against the pillows, his hands deep in my hair as he guided me with a slow, steady precision.

I lifted my gaze and watched his expression when I nibbled on the side of his dick, then licked the entire length and sucked the bulbous tip hard enough to make his eyes roll back in his head. This was what I needed, memories that could never be taken away from me. I sank into the feel of him, the firm heat filling my mouth. I ached to be touched, to have him bury his head between my thighs and make me come on his tongue. Later. Much later. Once I’d had my fun. I lingered over the head of his cock, swirling my tongue around and around while he bucked his hips.

“I’m going to repay this torture.” His guttural promise sent a rush of warmth between my legs.

I raised my head and pumped my hands over his shaft. “I’m counting on it.” He swelled beneath my touch, his girth making me giddy with desire and the knowledge of how he’d stretch me, fill me, and satisfy the deep hunger driving me to lick him again.

“Fuck.”

I loved hearing the desperation in his gravelly voice. He pulled me off his dick and dragged my body up his length. It should have been painful since he held me by the shoulders and nothing else, but it excited me. He flipped us with a bump of his hips and rained kisses down my chest, pausing to pluck a nipple with his teeth, then descended lower.

“Open your legs for me.” He palmed my thighs, his eyes glazed and hot. “Let me taste you before I fuck you into oblivion.”

I parted my legs, spreading them wide in invitation. He needed nothing more than the sight of my agreement to slide his mouth over my folds and lick deep. My hips rose off the bed of their own accord, searching for fulfillment. He stiffened his tongue and thrust it into my pussy, then retreated to swirl it around my clit.

“I want to ride your dick.” I tangled my hands in his hair the same way he had mine.

He blew a hot breath over my clit before clamping his lips around the sensitive bundle and sucking hard.

Stars burst across my vision, pleasure spiking so hard and fast that my thighs trembled. “Yes. Oh god, Duncan. That feels so good.”

He ran a hand beneath my ass and tilted my hips for a better angle. The man ate my pussy like it was his favorite dessert. He licked and sucked in turn, sliding a finger inside me and letting me ride it hard as the pressure built. I came in a blizzard of pleasure that left my head spinning. My entire body trembled, my core tightening as I rode the waves.

Duncan never slowed, even when the orgasm ended, he remained firm between my legs, his strong back rippling with every thrust of his fingers. I dug my hands into his hair and tugged. “I want your cock, Duncan.”

He answered my demand with a slow grin. “Anything you want, lass.” With one last pump of his fingers, he slid them free and licked them clean before crawling up the bed and dropping down beside me. “I’m all yours.”

I didn’t hesitate to sling my body over his, fist his cock in both hands, and guide him in. “I was right.” I groaned and bit my lip as the sheer size of him almost had me coming again.

“Right about what?” Once again, his hands settled on my hips. He let me set the pace in a slow, languid glide that brought the head of his cock to my entrance before I plummeted down to take his fullness.

“That you’re so fucking big I’m going to come any second.” I arched my back and planted my hands on his thighs, using the angle to grind my clit onto his groin.

Duncan read the intention behind the move and pressed his thumb between us. “Ride me, Miranda. Take all of me, as much as you want.” He met my thrusts, driving his cock deeper. He hit that special spot, and the additional pleasure on top of his circling thumb sent me over. “Come with me. Oh holy fuck, Duncan. I need to feel you come with me.”

“I’m there. I’m right there with you.” His nostrils flared, his eyes widening as his cock expanded so full and tight that the heat of it speared through me.

I screamed his name, my body arching and twisting, my nails digging into his thighs when I felt him unleashing his pleasure inside me. Collapsing onto his chest until my breathing regulated and my heart stopped trying to beat out of my chest, I had one major conundrum. I had strong feelings for Duncan and Patrick, feelings that had led me to sleep with each of them in two days. Yet I managed to feel disappointed that Charlie hadn’t shown any sign that he was interested. The years-long crush I’d harbored for him remained strong as ever. What was I supposed to do with all these feelings?

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