Stealing Cinderella(43)
At some point, the music becomes faster, more frantic. Or maybe that’s my racing heart. I don’t know how long has passed since I took the pill, but when I wiggle my fingers, I’m already starting to feel the effects of it. My whole body is warm and relaxed, and everything seems so much more profound. The notes of the music, the clash of the drums, the scent of Thorsen’s aftershave so close I can almost taste it. I want to lick his skin and taste his salt, and the intensity of that craving builds inside me when Calder’s hand settles onto my back. His fingers graze over my shoulders, and it feels like I’m on a roller coaster of sensations as goose bumps break out along my skin.
“Does it feel amazing?” His voice vibrates into my skull, and I nod.
“So amazing.”
He brushes my hair aside and massages my shoulders while I reach out for Thorsen. I don’t even realize I’m doing it until my fingers tangle with his. And this time, he doesn’t stop me. He’s a beautiful terror. A hypnotic aura of black and red. I’ve never wanted anything so much.
Calder’s fingers fall away, and he tells me to do what feels good as he gets up and sits beside his brother on the sofa. The only thing I can think about is crawling onto Thorsen’s lap, so that’s what I do.
“So tense,” I murmur as my fingers come up to touch his face. “Let me take it away.”
For a second, his eyes fall shut, and he shivers against my fingertips. It feels as if I’m seeing him for the first time in the most vibrant colors. Everything is sharper, edgier. So much detail and beauty in one complicated man.
I grind down against his cock, and I could swear it’s the most earth-shattering experience of my life when I drag his fingers between my thighs. I’m wet for him, and I want him to know it. His face is so serious I want to dissolve all his worries away. But I’m getting too close, and Thorsen won’t allow that. He turns the tables, brushing his thumb against my clit.
“Holy shit.” I hiss under my breath as a feverish thirst blazes through my body.
Whatever I was doing just a second ago is long forgotten when he glides his fingers through my arousal. It feels like he’s strumming every nerve as his other hand slips into the robe, groping my breast. Calder watches us with a fixation that makes me feel like I’m going to spontaneously combust. My entire body sings praises for Thor’s masterful touch as I curl my fingers into his hair and bury my face in his neck. Dragging in long, deep hits of him, I roll my pelvis against his hand, my orgasm barreling at me with the speed of a freight train.
Too soon, it explodes through me, obliterating any inhibitions I might have had left. Nothing is off-limits when I come back down to earth. I’m warm and sated but desperately eager to ride that roller coaster all over again. My eyes move to Calder, and I remember what he said earlier. They share everything, and right now, they want to share me.
“Are you thinking about what it would be like?” Calder asks. “To have both of us inside you?”
My eyes drift to Thorsen, and something has changed in him. Or maybe it’s my imagination. I ask him what he wants, but it occurs to me I only asked him inside my head. His eyes are closed off again, hiding his emotions away. He’s here, but he isn’t. What does this man want from me? What do I want from him?
“I want to make you happy.” I breathe the words against his lips. “I know what will make you happy.”
I sink into the space between the two men, unknotting my robe, and draping it open, so they both have access to my body. I’m not sure how this works, and I think it shows. But Calder puts me at ease by brushing the silky material off my shoulders, revealing my breasts.
My nipples are tight, and when he brushes over one of them with his fingers, it makes me shiver. Thorsen watches the interaction with dark, brutal eyes as Calder dips his head forward and lashes my nipple with his tongue.
I arch into him and moan, my fingers coming to rest on the bulge in Thorsen’s trousers. He’s so hard for me, but he isn’t moving. Or speaking. Or blinking. And I can’t figure out if I’m doing something wrong.
“How do you want me?” I ask him.
Calder is the one to answer, releasing my nipple from his mouth and pivoting my head toward Thorsen’s crotch. “Suck his cock. He likes that.”
I fumble with the zipper on his trousers as the music pounds in my head. Calder adjusts my body across the sofa, hoisting my ass into the air as his fingers trail over my spine, leaving a path of goose bumps in their wake.
Everything feels so insane. The slightest touch is like an orgasm on steroids. But I want Thorsen’s touch more than anything. When I finally get his pants open, I peek up at him as I grab his dick through his briefs. He’s as still as a statue. I can’t even tell if he’s breathing. That’s when I notice his fingers, silently tapping against his glass.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
I recognize it now. The thing he’s been doing all night.
“Four,” I whisper.
He winces, staring down at me as if I just saw into his very soul. There’s a moment between us when nothing else exists, and I think maybe I’m getting through to him. And then Calder’s tongue lashes against my pussy, and a strangled sound vibrates in my throat. I lurch forward, groaning right before I face-plant against Thorsen’s hard cock. Concentrate. Concentrate. I try to remember that as I kiss him through the material, and then let my baser instincts take over, biting at the black cotton fabric.