Page 116 of Cuffed By Love

Oh.My. God.

Over the years, I spent so many nights fantasising about what it would feel like to sleep with Devin. My lewd mind conjured up every scenario, but the reality was so much better than any fantasy I could have ever invoked. The intense passion, the immense need for one another was something I’ve never experienced before. I thought what I had with Scott was passionate, but that was nothing compared to what I have with Dev. Levi, however, is a very, very close second, he’s just as passionate, but I think what makes it that much more special for Devin and me is the distinct connection. Our chemistry and attraction for one another is off the scale.

Those three days we spent together in Rome were astounding. But, alas, the fairy tale has to end sometime, much to mine and Devin’s disappointment. So we’re back in London, on our way back to my place. “Dev, we should really talk,” I murmur against his lips.

“Mm, talk. I’m listening.” He replies with a groan and draws my mouth to his again, luring me into another toe-curling kiss. We’re in the back of the town car, me straddling him, kissing like two hungry lunatics that can’t get enough of one another. Paying no mind to the driver, who is likely doing his best to take no notice of the heavy breathing and moaning emitting from us. Devin coils his fingers in my hair and kisses me deeper, his tongue sweeping over mine sluggishly and sucks, making me moan and rub myself wantonly against him when my lady bits flutter.

“Dev…” I moan, tipping my head back when he drags his lips down my throat. “I can’t think straight when you do that.”

“Then don’t think. Talking is overrated anyway. Let’s just keep kissing.” He groans, sucking on my pulse point. “Why won’t you just come back to mine?” He requests, gripping my hips and gyrating his erection up against me.

“Because as much as I hate to say this, my vagina needs a break, and you do nothing to aid that particular requirement.”

Devin pulls his head back and grins, looking up at me with those meltingly soft eyes sparking. “Am I too much for you, Tinks?”

I stare into his handsome face, “Not at all. Rome was fun, but now we’re back, and I think a couple of days apart will do us and my poor vagina some good.” I tell him, and his eyes grow wide.

Devin draws his brows together, his thumbs stroking the bare skin just above my hips. “What if I kiss your vagina better?” He murmurs, leaning in to kiss me. “Gently, with the utmost care and affection?”

I snicker, “It’s not a boo-boo. You can’t just kiss it better, you freak.” Devin chuckles and buries his face between my breasts. “I need to recuperate, rejuvenate and all that girly stuff you men don’t need to worry about.”

“I resent that. My dick is sore too, and I’ve not had friction burn since I was a kid and couldn’t stop humping my mattress.” He admits dryly, and I smile, my brows perking up when images of him humping his mattress invade my brain. Devin notices the lusty look in my eyes and smirks. “Stop picturing it.”

“I can’t not. You’ve planted the seed in my head, and now I can’t stop picturing you humping stuff.” I admit, cocking my head and licking and biting my lip while I play with the collar of his shirt. “That’s kinda making me a little bit wet.”

Devin’s brows shoot up to his hairline, and his eyes scan my face. “The image of me humping my mattress is getting you wet. Seriously? Now, who's the freak?” He murmurs to me quietly.

“Are you saying you wouldn’t like the thought of me say…humping, I don’t know, a pillow or something?” The moment the words leave my lips, Devin’s eyes go dark with desire, and he swallows hard. My cheeks burn, and he grins sexily, brushing his fingers through my wavy hair.

“That’s totally different. You humping stuff…that’s sexy as fuck. Just the thought of you rubbing your clit over something until you come is making me rock hard.”

“How is it different? It’s the exact same. It may not seem sexy to you, but it is to us women.” I declare with a sultry smile and brush my fingers down the side of his face. “We imagine you rubbing up against us, all hard and thrusting, grinding with urgent need.” I ghost my lips over his as I speak to him quietly, sensually, and he moans gruffly, gripping my hips and grinding up against me.

“You’re turning me on so much,” Devin groans lowly, “Stop it, or I swear I’ll pull aside your already soaked panties and fuck you right here.” He demands, biting my bottom lip and sucking.

My clit pulsed with need, “Right here?” I intone, and he nods. The feral look in his eyes tells me he’s not joking one little bit. Why is the thought of him slipping inside me and us having sex discreetly making my pussy clench with willingness? I’ve never had sex in front of anyone before. Well, technically, he won’t know we’re having sex, but that’s the thrill. “Think we can be quiet and discreet?” Devin’s eyes flash with excitement, and he bites his lip.

“Are you serious? I thought you wanted a break?” He questions, surprised. I nod, and to prove to him that I am, I unbutton his trousers and slowly slide down his zipper.

“I can handle slow. How long till we get to mine?” Devin looks around to see where we are. We’re driving on the motorway, so we’re nowhere near my place yet. The car's windows are tinted, so other drivers passing by can’t see.

“About twenty minutes,” Devin utters, looking down when I pull his hot and hefty dick out of his trousers and stroke him. I scoop up the glistening sheen of precum with my finger and suck it. “Mira.” He whispers urgently, his eyes closing. “You’re going to be the death of me.” Devin’s fingers slide up my thighs, disappearing under my denim skirt till they reach my damp underwear. I hear him suck in a sharp breath when he glides his fingers against me and feels how wet I am for him. “My God, baby.”

I bite my lip hard to stop myself from moaning when he strokes me, and I instinctively rock against his fingers. I lift my hips a little, and Dev shuffles down so he can slide into me easier. My mouth hangs open when he pushes himself in. Devin draws his bottom lip between his teeth and bites hard as he sinks deeper inside of me. I can feel him stretching me as he feeds himself into me inch by inch until he fills me completely. He’s so big and thick it catches my breath every time he’s inside me.

Without a doubt, he’s the biggest I’ve ever had. I love that he waits for me to adapt to his size before he starts moving. We slowly rock against each other; Devin pulls my mouth to his and kisses me ardently. His tongue is teasing mine while he unhurriedly thrusts up into me. I don’t know if Devin will be able to come with the pace we’re going, but I know I can. My libido is heightened to a whole new level. There’s something so thrilling and taboo about discreetly having sex within earshot of someone.

Especially with the way Devin’s inaudibly moaning ‘baby’ into my mouth and whispering filthy things to me. “I’m fascinated with your pussy. This perfectly tight, addictively sweet pussy.” He murmurs huskily, gripping my hips tight and working his throbbing member torturously slow and deep into my slick wetness.

“You make me so wet,” I whisper to him lustily. “I’ve never been this wet for anyone before. You’ve got me soaking through every garment I put on within minutes.”

We stare heatedly into one another's eyes, and he skims his thumb over my lips. I open my mouth and run my tongue over his thumb and suck it into my mouth. Devin emits an animal-like growl someplace deep in his throat. “Come for me. Use my cock; I’m going to watch you, soak up every second of you falling apart for me.”

“Devin, jeezus, what are you doing to me.” I moan, rocking against him. He pulls me close and kisses my neck.

“Driving you crazy, just like you are me.” My head spins, I find that sweet spot hidden deep and grind against it till I’m a quivering mess hanging over the edge, desperately chasing my orgasm. “That’s it, baby. Christ, you’re so fucking beautiful. You’re squeezing me so tight. Go over, show me, show how good my dick makes you feel. Fall apart for me, baby.” Devin whispers, pushing himself deeper into me while I whimper and circle my hips soaring off the edge and plunging deep into the abyss of absolute and uncontrollable bliss. Devin groans, observing me keenly as my body shudders and contracts with every ripple of my orgasm. I sink into his arms, panting to catch my breath, my body damp with sweat. Devin kisses my shoulder soothingly while my body quietens. “I love watching you come.”

I smile and heave a sigh when I remember Levi said that to me too not long ago. I’m going to have to talk to him and tell him we can’t see each other…like that anymore. I don’t really know what this is between Devin and me either, but it just doesn’t feel right. Yes, I’m attracted to both, I have great chemistry with both, but there really isn’t a future with either of them. I feel like I’m playing both brothers against each other, but that’s not even the case. I genuinely like them both. I’m foolish; as guarded as I’m trying to be, I’ve gotten myself tangled up in a hot sticky web I can’t seem to find a way out of. And now I’m stuck between them. What does it truly matter anyway? If anything, they’re both using me.

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