Page 15 of Silver Fox's Secret Triplets
His fingers found my hooded nub, causing my entire body to tremble with desire. He knew exactly where to touch me, how to make me feel like I was on fire. I closed my eyes, trying to find some semblance of control, but it was no use. The heat between my thighs had grown unbearable, and all I wanted was him. Now.
“Oh god… this is so wrong,” I mumbled, reaching for his belt.
“Then I don’t want to be right,” came his response as he pushed his fingers into me, making me shudder.
Duncan's fingers moved in and out of me and each time he hit that sweet spot inside me, I was one step closer to the edge. I couldn't believe we were doing this again, but it felt so right, so perfect. And I was so close to detonating there was no way I was backing down now.
His mouth found mine again, more forceful this time, like he couldn’t get close enough. I kissed him back with everything I had—every breath, every ache, every year I’d spent trying not to remember how he felt.
His belt came undone with a sharp tug. I fumbled with the button, desperate now, dizzy with the way he touched me like he still knew me. Like no time had passed at all.
“I can’t believe I’m letting you do this,” I whispered against his lips.
“You didn’t let me.” He kissed the corner of my mouth, then my jaw. “You begged me with that first look.”
I let out a soft laugh. My breaths came fast, my hands trembling. “You’re impossible.”
“You’re soaked.” I bit down on my lip to stifle a moan as Duncan's fingers continued their relentless strokes. He let out a low growl of approval in my ear, and I knew he wasn't stopping now, not when my hand was wrapped around his girth stroking.
I bit down on my lip to stifle a moan as Duncan's fingers continued their relentless strokes. He let out a low growl of approval in my ear, and I knew he wasn't stopping now.
“You’re close,” he said, his voice rough, right against my skin. “I can feel it.”
I nodded, my breath shallow. “Don’t stop. Please.”
He pressed his mouth to the side of my throat, kissing, biting, just enough to make my hips jerk.
“You like that?” he asked.
“Yes,” I breathed. “More.”
"You're so wet for me, Ivy," he groaned against my neck, his fingers never stopping their delicious torture. I could feel myself teetering on the edge of orgasm, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. My body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with the electricity between us.
"Duncan," I panted, my voice a hoarse whisper, "I'm… I'm… oh god…"
He chuckled darkly, low and possessive in my ear. "That's it, baby. Give it to me." His fingers curled inside me, hitting that spot deep within me that sent me over the edge. My entire body tensed as pleasure coursed through me like lightning, and I cried out his name in a strangled moan.
As my orgasm subsided, my grip on Duncan's shirt loosened, and I collapsed against the elevator wall, panting. He was still hard against me, and I knew he wanted more. But as much as I didn't want to admit it, I needed a moment to catch my breath.
"Damn," he breathed, his chest heaving against my back. "You still have it, Ivy."
I couldn't help but smile at the compliment, even though part of me cringed at how easily we'd succumbed to our baser instincts. This was wrong on so many levels, but it also felt strangely right.
"I… I need a second," I managed to say between gasps.
Duncan leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to the side of my neck, but he didn’t pull back. Instead his fingers returned to my clit, swirling and teasing until I was twitching again. “I need you… More than the air I breathe,” he whispered before he kissed me again, and I was lost.
This time the urgency in his kiss demanded my attention. I returned it with equal passion, biting and sucking his lower lip into my mouth. When he began thrusting into my thigh I shuddered. My body really wasn’t sated and nothing would pull me back from the edge until I had what it wanted.
“I need you inside me.”
His hand stilled for a beat as he whispered, “You sure?”
I grabbed his shirt, dragging him closer. “I’ve never been more sure.”
He didn’t waste time. His fingers slipped away, and I felt the blunt press of him at my entrance. My body clenched in anticipation.
“I’ve thought about this,” he said. “Every night. Every damn time I was alone.”
