The Engagement Gift(19)

She came all over my lips, my mouth, my tongue. She came like a champion, and I wanted to give her a gold medal. And myself, too, because I didn’t even have to think about ducks or kittens. I was so focused on her pleasure that I didn’t think about staving off my own. And I let myself savor every second of her orgasm on my face.

Her second orgasm seemed stronger than the first.

I resisted thumping my chest. There was no place for that here.

There was only room for more.





12





Lily





Theoretically, I should have been sated.

Two insane, toe-curling, sheet-gripping orgasms ought to have been enough to make me grin, stretch, and linger in the afterglow.

And I was glowing.

I was absolutely shining from the sheer intensity of the climaxes these men had wrung from my body, one right after the other.

But I wasn’t sated.

I was ravenous. A hot, wet mess, and greedy for more.

Tonight was a door opened to a new land. A place with more pleasure, more desire than I’d ever felt before.

Finn leaned down and kissed my mouth, but he wasn’t claiming my lips this time. This kiss was tender, and it came with a question. “You ready for the next part, baby?”

A whoosh of tingles rushed down my body. “Yes. So ready.”

“We need to make sure. Need to get this perfect body one hundred percent primed,” he said softly as he ran his palm over my belly. Jake joined in with gentle ministrations, skimming his palms over my thighs.

“Let’s take these shoes off,” Jake murmured, then removed each heel, setting them on the carpeted floor.

“Leave the stockings on,” I said, because there was nothing sexier than stockings only.

He smirked. “Of course.”

Both men settled onto the bed, Finn facing me, Jake moving behind me. Finn reached for the bottle of lube on the nightstand, handing it to his best friend.

“Her ass is so spectacular, you’re going to need to numb your dick so you don’t embarrass yourself,” Finn said.

I felt Jake laugh against my back and mutter, “You’re such an asshole.”

And I smiled, loving that the two of them could shift so easily from sex gods serving me to buddies who ribbed each other.

It was another sign that this wouldn’t change us. Any of us. We could be the same.

I danced my fingertips down Finn’s chest. “How are you doing?”

Finn gazed at me, his eyes intense. “I’m fantastic. How are you doing, baby?”

“Amazing,” I whispered.

“Better than your dirty dreams?” His fingers grazed my belly, as the sound of the top of the lube bottle flicking open landed on my ears.

I nodded. “Better than Tumblr. Better than porn. Better than all my fantasies.”

He kissed my nose, murmuring, “Good. Let’s make it even better, then.”

Jake tapped on my hip. “Move your knee up, Lil.”

I shifted my leg, hooking it over Finn’s hip as my fiancé’s hand traveled between my legs. Groaning, Finn stroked his fingers along my wet pussy, while Jake curled a hand over one ass cheek.

I shivered from the twin sensations. Then I moaned as Finn’s fingers glided into my pussy. “She loves being finger-fucked,” he told Jake, and my shiver turned to a full-body shudder as Finn went there again. Talking over me. Talking about me.

Turned out, I craved that. I relished being not just the object of their physical attention, but the center of their conversation.

“I know that now,” Jake said wryly. Then in a gruff, knowing tone, he added, “She squirmed like a goddamn champion when my fingers were in her pussy before.”

Finn seemed to bite back a groan, and I tensed briefly. Had Jake crossed the line by talking about me like he knew my wants, my needs, my desires?

The answer came in a hot, possessive kiss, as Finn hooked his fingers inside me. But Finn didn’t kiss me angrily. He kissed me fiercely, making the line clear.

I was his; he was mine.

“Get her ready,” he growled, barely breaking the kiss to issue a command to his best friend.

For tonight, I was theirs.

Jake pressed a finger against my ass, then once more, he pushed inside. I gasped and then groaned at the intrusion, at the fullness.

They were both finger-fucking me, but this was only the beginning. I’d have to take so much more than fingers. But my God, it felt electric, both of them inside me, both of them making me wetter.

Closing my eyes, I surrendered to the sensations, to the heavy ache inside, the ache they were both filling.

The press of their bodies against me was exquisite. Finn and his hard muscles pressed against my breasts, my belly, my legs. Jake and his equally firm, strong body sealed to my back, my ass, my thighs.

I was sandwiched between them, attention lavished on me by these men.

And it was my turn again to call the shots. I opened my eyes, swallowed, and said something I’d only imagined in my filthiest fantasies. “Will you both please fuck me now?”

Finn’s grin was the stuff of wicked legends.

Slowly, they removed their fingers, and Jake stole away for a moment. The faucet ran in the bathroom as I climbed on Finn, straddling him.

We hadn’t mapped this out either—this position. But I knew it would be the best one. I’d watched enough, seen plenty.