Page 68 of Forbidden

I hum my agreement into his mouth, then squeal as he wraps his arms around me, picking me up. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I hold on tight as he leads me toward one of the doors. Aldo stalks after us and I lick my lips as he smiles at me—his usually radiant smile, dark in the most deliciously promising way.

Lane doesn’t bother turning on a light. His curtains are open, and the mix of moonlight and the glow from the streetlights filtering through the trees is enough to see by.

The second he places me down on the bed, Lane pulls off his shirt. I take advantage of the pause to pull my own top back up over my breasts and off properly, dropping it over the side of the bed. When I look back up at Lane, the awe on his face has heat rising to my cheeks, and I’m grateful when Aldo climbs up onto the bed beside me and slides a hand along my cheek, turning me to him. He smiles wickedly before kissing me, and I push my fingers into his hair, enjoying the way he dominates my mouth, taking what he wants. When Lane’s tongue flicks across my nipple, I moan, and Aldo presses his body against my side, his hips flexing in a way that lets me feel how hard he is against my thigh.

When Lane’s fingers grip the waistband of my sweats, I lift my hips, letting him tug them down with ease, taking my underwear with them. Aldo grunts against my mouth and I open my eyes to find Lane pulling his sweats down, too, his cock springing free and pressing against my hip.

Keeping my grip on Aldo, holding him close, I watch as Lane pushes a hand through his blond hair, staring down at the two of us like he’s not sure what to do. Before I can suggest anything, however, he grips my thighs and pulls them apart, lowering himself between them.

There’s nothing I can do to stop the gasped moan that tears from me as he runs his tongue between my legs. Aldo rests his forehead against mine, his fingers finding my breasts and pinching my nipples as we watch Lane feast. His midnight-blue eyes look almost black in the dim room as he flits his gaze up to meet mine, his tongue lapping at my clit until I’m writhing in his grasp.

I’m already close when he slides two fingers inside me, pumping slowly as he gives my clit a gentle lick. But then he shifts, leaning over my leg, and my breath catches as he licks Aldo’s cock from root to tip before taking him into his mouth.

Aldo exhales a moan, his breath soft and warm against my neck, and I writhe against Lane’s fingers as they continue pulsing inside me. I thought watching them make out in that club had been the hottest thing I’d ever seen, but watching Lane slowly suck Aldo’s cock while his fingers work me closer to the edge, is a whole other level.

Aldo swears softly against my skin, then shifts his weight onto his forearm, his muscles flexing with the movement. When he ducks his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth, I push my head back into the pillows with a moan loud enough to wake Lane’s neighbors.

As Lane’s mouth closes over my clit again, I reach down and grip his hair with my other hand, grinding against his mouth. I’m so close, I’m beyond caring as I chase my own pleasure.

Lane sucks on my clit, curling his fingers inside me at the same time Aldo bites down on my nipple and I come hard, panting, and cursing as my body tenses through the waves of pleasure rocking through me.

I lie there, trying to catch my breath, and Lane climbs up beside me. But Aldo reaches for him, claiming his mouth and licking the taste of me from his lips in a way that has me pressing my thighs together despite having just come.Fuck.These two are going to be the death of me.

While they’re enjoying each other, I smirk to myself and reach out, taking a dick in each hand. They immediately break apart, staring down at me hungrily as I work them, and my heart leaps into my mouth in anticipation.

Lane moves first, shoving Aldo down onto the bed and taking him in his hand. “Ride his cock, Captain.”

My eyes widen at the command, a tingle of pleasure tickling my spine at the confidence in his tone. Aldo’s shuffles back against the pillows and I waste no time straddling him. It’s only when I’m about to sink down onto his hard length, that his eyes widen and he grips my hips, halting me.

“Condoms.” He looks over at Lane, who’s watching us hungrily as he fists his own cock. “Shit. Please tell me you have some.”

“I’m on birth control,” I say, pushing his hair back off his forehead. “If you were cleared on your medical, then I’m okay without.”

Aldo smiles up at me. “I was cleared. And you’re the only person I’ve been with this year.”

Dipping my mouth to his, I moan against his tongue as I sink down onto his cock. His hands run up and down my sides as I rock my hips, and when I give a small bounce, Aldo’s head falls back against the headboard.

“Fuck.Yes. Like that.” He groans. “You feel so fucking good.”

Kneeling beside us, Lane runs a large hand up Aldo’s chest, his fingers catching on his tensed abs as I rock against his cock. Then he turns his heated gaze to me, reaching up and wrapping my hair around his fist and tilting his face to mine. He kisses me hard and my entire body pulses with pleasure, but after just a few seconds, he breaks away with a sharp intake of breath. It takes me a second to realize Aldo has his cock in his mouth.

Aldo’s hands grip my hips, taking over, as he thrusts up into me while sucking and licking at Lane’s cock and I cry out, everything too much and somehow not enough at the same time. Lane’s labored breathing is little more than pants, his pupils blown wide, as he reaches between us and teases my breasts.

“Fuck.” I gasp. “I’m so close.”

Aldo pulls off Lane’s dick with a pop and releases one of my hips, sliding his thumb against my clit as he helps me grind against his cock, chasing the tingles of pleasure building in my core. My head falls back as I come with a shout, clenching around Aldo, and Lane takes hold of my face, capturing my moans with his mouth.

Aldo takes both of my hips, fucking up into me, chasing his own release, and following after with a deep groan. I’m still riding the aftershocks of my orgasm as Aldo takes Lane’s cock back into his mouth. Lane grips his dark hair, holding him in place as he fucks his mouth, and I watch wide eyed, my fingers moving to my clit even as Aldo softens inside me.

Lane comes with a hoarse shout and, as Aldo swallows down his release, he strokes his face with such tenderness it almost takes me over the edge a third time. When Lane pulls out, dipping to press a kiss to Aldo’s lips, he turns to me, watching where I’m still touching myself.

“Seriously?” he teases.

I shrug. “It’s fucking hot. You can’t blame me.”

Aldo shifts his hips with a grin. “I mean. If you can give me like . . . fifteen minutes?”

I laugh and climb off him, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I’m good.”

---