Chapter 8
Ari
“It’s too much,” I say in a futile attempt to push him away, my oversensitive clit begging for a break.
I’m at war with wanting him to stop and needing him to make me come again, because fucking hell.
I thought taking care of myself this morning was glorious; it has nothing on the pleasure he and Hunter have pulled from me.
I’m still not even sure if this is real.
The me in my right mind wouldn’t be letting this happen… would I?
Yeah, I’ve dreamt about them doing things to me and woke up a hot mess.
I just always tried to push it out of my mind, but the dreams have always been so vivid.
Even in the light of day, deep down, I couldn’t deny my attraction to them even if I wanted to.
And I know this entire situation has the potential to be a colossal mess.
But I’m too consumed with lust to worry about the consequences of my actions. If I’m joining them both in hell, I’m making sure it’s worth my while, and that I get some well-deserved orgasms when I do.
“You can take it. Your body is made for this. You’ve already gushed all over my tongue and fingers. But I need more.”
I blush profusely as I stare down at the man who still has my legs hooked over his shoulders, his hot breath skittering over my sensitive flesh as he stares back at me, his eyes just as lust-drunk as mine probably are right now.
I bite my lip. We should not be doing this.
“Stop overthinking it. Just be here with me, in the moment. Forget about everything else and just let go.”
He delicately peppers the inside of my thigh with soft kisses, the gesture oddly intimate, right before he sucks down on my skin.
His fingers move back to my entrance, and he presses two long fingers deep inside me, wet heat instantly flooding me.
He groans and pulls back, shifting my legs, and before I can even process what’s happening, he flips me onto my stomach, my heart racing.
“Get on your hands and knees, Ari.”
I swallow hard, breaking out in goosebumps at his request—no, his demand.
His hand slaps my arse. “Now.”
Fuck, that was hot.
This time, I do as I’m told, getting on my hands and knees, my arms shaking slightly.
“Good girl,” he praises, kissing the arse cheek he just slapped.
I glance over my shoulder, feeling vulnerable and exposed as he spreads my arse cheeks.
“One day, I’m taking you in every hole, including here,” he says, pressing the pad of his thumb against my arsehole.
I tense, and he chuckles. “You’ll love it, I promise, but that takes time and prep. Something to look forward to, no?”
“I’m not sure that’s the term I would use, no.”
He full on laughs now, which throws me. All the while he has my arse cheeks spread, baring me to him, and he laughs. It’s oddly exhilarating, not a sound I often hear from him or Harrison.
I realise I want to listen to him do that again. But maybe not while he has me open to him like this, unless he wants to do it against my clit, I think.
My nipples harden at the thought. Seriously, what the hell is wrong with me? I sound like a wanton whore.
“Fair enough, but I promise you, one day you’ll beg for it. You’ll see.”
Before I can reply, I feel his mouth on me again, only this time he’s rimming my arsehole. I shift, finding it strange, but as he continues his ministrations, I begin to relax. And when his long fingers press back inside my aching pussy, I sigh in contentment.
I lied before when I thought I couldn’t come again, because my body is already charged and ready to go, and I very much want to come again.
I wonder if he’ll fuck me this time, and I’m not sure if I want that. Playing like this is one thing, but full-on fucking is something different entirely.
The sting of his palm against my arse cheek has my back arching.
“I told you to stop overthinking. I promise, I will only use my fingers and my tongue to make you come again.”
It shocks me how in tune he is with my thoughts, and it kind of scares the shit out of me, too.
I let out a deep breath and will my body to relax again, to enjoy everything he’s offering me in this moment.
Of course, this entire situation could come back to bite me on the arse later, but if I’m getting my fourth orgasm of the morning, who the fuck am I to complain?
“You see, as much as I love my brother, we’re also quite competitive. So if he made you squirt, I want to make you squirt too.”
My pussy clenches around his fingers.
“You want that too, don’t you? You want to be my good girl?”
I shake my head, but the words that leave my mouth are an emphatic, “Yes.”
He shuffles his dick, sliding it between my folds, and I gasp.
“Just want your juices on me,” he says before pulling back, and then his mouth is on my pussy again. Fuck, I’ve never been eaten out like this before. It’s filthy, but I love it.
He curves his fingers, successfully hitting my G-spot, and I groan as I begin to ride his hand and his face, my tits bouncing with the movements, my skin damp with perspiration, knowing I still have Harrison’s essence on me.
I glance over my shoulder and catch sight of him fisting his dick, which has me pushing myself harder against his face.
Desperation takes over.
He moans deep in his throat, the vibration heaven to my core, as he sucks on my clit. I whimper. I am so wet I worry I’m going to suffocate him, but it’s not enough for me to stop.
Because I want to squirt for him, I want to be his good girl.
My elbows give out, and I drop to my forearms, my cheek against my pillow, my hands gripping my bedding for all they’re worth. I push my arse back, encouraging him to keep hitting that spot deep inside, right where I need him the most.
Then I feel his mouth move to my arsehole, where he rims me once again.
“I’m going to finger you here too,” he says, his voice rough.
The pad of his thumb presses against my back entrance, his mouth quickly moving back to my pussy, his fingers relentless, still hitting me deep, and then his thumb is inside my arsehole.
And that’s all the extra push I need.
It’s so intense, and I’m hit with an overwhelming sense of release right before a gush of liquid erupts, I’m powerless to stop it, a full-body release as I scream out his name, muffled into the pillow.
I swear I lose consciousness for a moment, because when I come back to, I hear the sound of him swallowing my release, my pussy convulsing with aftershocks.
Then he flips me onto my back, my legs splayed wide.
Blinking, I stare at him as he kneels between my legs, his mouth and chin soaking wet as he pumps his dick angrily. I can see some of his piercings glinting off the light coming in from the overhead skylight.
My eyes move to his, but his grunts have my gaze dropping back to his dick right before he comes with a roar all over my exposed pussy. The heat of his cum hitting my sensitive flesh has me twitching and groaning, spreading my legs a little more.
Why is that so damn hot?
I swear he just keeps on coming until he squeezes every last drop out. But he doesn’t stop there. He reaches down and pushes some into my entrance before spreading it over my mound and abdomen.
“Fucking hell, you look good with my cum dripping off of you and coating your pretty pale skin. One day I’m going to fill you to the brim.”
And then he leans over me, his hand moving to my throat as his mouth claims mine.