Chapter Six
Sorcha
The captain came over the intercom, informing the passengers they were nearing London, and excitement filled her. She'd always wanted to visit London, and now she had a few hours to check the city out. First stop, Evelyn's Table.
Once they were allowed to disembark, they grabbed their bags from the overhead bin and left the plane. “I'm starving, let's go to the restaurant first,” Sorcha said.
“Sounds good. I'm a bit famished myself,” Finley replied.
“Sounds like a plan,” Zaine said.
After using the money exchange to get Euros, they hailed a taxi and were soon in front of the restaurant. Zaine paid for the taxi and they headed inside.
Sorcha loved the way the place was set up. They had a long counter but also tables. Once they were seated, they looked over the menu. “I have no idea what this stuff is, so I'm just going to pick something and hope I like it,” Sorcha said with a soft laugh.
“Yeah, same,” Finley replied.
After they put in their order, they chatted about what they were going to do for the next few hours.
“After we see Big Ben, I don't care what we do,” Sorcha said.
“We don't really have time for any tours, so let's just play it by ear,” Zaine put in.
“Sounds good,” Finley said.
Their food arrived and they focused on eating.
“This is pretty good,” Sorcha said of her meal after a few bites.
“Same with mine,” Finley said.
“Mine's not too bad either,” Zaine said.
“So, we'll land in Glasgow at 7:30, and the shop we're going to closes at 8, so we won't be able to go until tomorrow morning. Our return flight doesn't leave until 8, so we have plenty of time to tour the city,” Sorcha told them.
“We can go right to the hotel to check in, then get something to eat before we relax,” Finley said.
“Or do other things,” Zaine growled.
Sorcha shivered. “Oh, I like other things. I like it a lot,” she said.
“Oh, yes, other things sound really good to me, too,” Finley said.
They finished their meal, paid, and left. Then they spent the next few hours wandering around London. Sorcha oohed and ahhed over Big Ben, they shopped at little boutiques and then made their way back to the airport.
They got through security, found their gate, and while they waited, Sorcha searched for a hotel. “What do you think of Revolver?” she asked, showing them the hotel. It was a trendy boutique hotel in an 18th-century mansion. The decor was definitely Zaine's style.
“Looks good to me. Let's book it,” Finley said.
Sorcha's fingers flew over her phone before she grinned. “Room booked.”
When it was time to board, Sorcha bounced on her feet while they waited for their turn to go.
The flight was quick, compared to the one to London, and then they were disembarking in Scotland. “I can't believe we're actually here,” Sorcha said. “England and Scotland were on my bucket list, and now I've crossed them off.”
“Let's get to our hotel,” Zaine said. “We'll get food and eat in our room.”
There was command in Zaine's voice, and it made her shiver. She liked it when he took control.
A taxi took them to their hotel, and thankfully the restaurant was still open. After checking in, they got dinner and took it with them to their room.
They'd gotten a triple room, but the single bed would go unused. It would be a tight fit, three of them in a double bed, but they would make it work.
Zaine
“C'mere,” Zaine said, pulling Sorcha into his arms once they were ensconced in their room. He lowered his lips to hers and devoured her mouth. When he pulled back, she was breathless.
“Fuck, I love that glazed look in your eyes,” he growled. “Let's eat because I want to see you naked.”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured and he swatted her ass.
“Good girl,” he said and they ate quickly. Once they were done, he put their dishes aside.
“Strip, Angel. Give us a show,” Zaine ordered.
Sorcha took her time stripping. She swayed as if music were playing as she removed her shirt, and then her bra. Soon her pants and panties followed.
“Beautiful,” he told her. “Lay down on the bed,” he ordered. Once she was lying with her legs parted for them, he turned to Finley. “Strip down to your boxer briefs and then I want you to make our girl scream.”
“With pleasure,” Finley growled and stripped.
Zaine sat on the single bed and watched as Finley buried his mouth between Sorcha's thighs.
A moan escaped Sorcha and her hips bucked as Finley devoured her.
“That's it. Use your fingers and your mouth to push her over,” Zaine growled.
He watched as Finley slid two fingers into her, and her back arched. Zaine slid a hand into his pants and stroked himself while Sorcha writhed on the bed.
“Oh gods, yes,” she panted, and then she froze, her body shaking, and cried out as she fell over.
“How does she taste?” Zaine asked when Finley finally lifted his head.
“Delicious,” Finley replied.
“Good boy,” Zaine said, testing it out. He heard Finley suck in a breath, but he didn't say anything. So Finley liked taking orders too. Perfect, because he liked giving them.
“Take off your boxer briefs and lay down on the bed,” he demanded, and Finley rushed to do as he was told.
“Okay, Angel. Take this condom,” he said, handing it to her, “and roll it onto his cock. That's a good girl,” he told her when she obeyed.
“Now, straddle him and lower yourself onto his cock. Let your greedy cunt suck him in,” he told her.?
Sorcha moaned as Finley's cock filled her. Zaine and Finley both groaned, Zaine at the sight and Finley at the feeling.
Zaine stood and stripped so he was as naked as they were, then sat and stroked himself again.
“That's a good girl, now ride his cock. Show us how much you like having Finley's cock deep in your pussy.”
Sorcha moved with intent and Finley gripped her hips as he thrust up into her.
“That's it. Ride him, Angel.” Zaine debated joining them but liked the view too much.
“I'm close,” Sorcha panted.
“Rub her clit, make our girl sing,” Zaine ordered Finley.
Finley moved a hand to her pussy and rubbed her clit with his thumb as he thrust up into her.
That was all Sorcha needed and she fell over with a shout. Finley followed her soon after with a roar.
“Fuck, you two are so hot together,” Zaine groaned. “Now, come here Angel. I want to put that pretty mouth to good use,” he told her.
He watched as Sorcha lifted off of Finley and dropped to the floor to crawl over to him. “Fuck, that's sexy,” he growled.
When Sorcha's mouth wrapped around him, he groaned. He slid a hand into her hair, gripping her braid to guide her movements. “That's it, relax your throat and take me deeper. Use your hand on the rest of my cock and play with my balls with your other hand,” he told her.
Soon his hips were bucking up into her eager mouth. “I'm going to come down that pretty little throat, and you're going to swallow every drop,” he growled moments before he came. He felt Sorcha's throat working around him as she swallowed and he shuddered.
When he stopped coming, he eased her off him. “Fuck, Angel, that was amazing,” he told her. He pulled her up off the floor and onto his lap.
“That was, by far, the most erotic thing I've ever experienced,” Sorcha panted.
“Same,” Finley said from the bed. He'd taken care of the condom while Sorcha was taking care of Zaine. “How did you know I'd follow your orders?” he asked.
“I didn't for sure, but I was hoping you'd take direction to make our girl feel good,” Zaine replied. “You liked when I called you good boy, didn't you?”
“Yeah, I did,” Finley admitted. “I don't think I'd like it from anyone else though.”
“That's because we all have a connection,” Zaine said and kissed Sorcha’s temple.
“I think Zaine's right. If someone else tried to order me around, I'd tell them to go fuck themselves. Hell, I have told a guy to go fuck himself before for trying to tell me what to do, but when Zaine did it, it was hot,” Sorcha said.
“Well, I vote we curl up in bed together and get some rest,” Finley said with a yawn.
“That sounds like a good plan to me,” Sorcha said and slid off Zaine's lap. She crawled onto the bed next to Finley and patted the bed next to her.
Zaine chuckled and crawled onto the bed with them. He laid on his side and draped an arm over Sorcha where she curled against Finley.
“Goodnight, Angel. Goodnight, Finley,” he said to them.
“Goodnight,” they both replied.
Zaine set an alarm for seven to give them plenty of time to get up and get ready before their 10 am check out. Then he curled up and drifted off to sleep.