Chapter Twenty-Four #2
He wants to keep me in this state. He wants me writhing and begging. Eventually
he’ll give it to me, but only after he’s satisfied that he has the upper hand.
Maybe turnabout is fair play. Cian thinks he has all the
control. Can I break him? How will he like my pleasure? Will my softness feel
as good to him as his rough lust feels to me?
I pull down the bodice of the dress and let my hands find my
breasts. I allow every sensation to flow over me and push it toward him. Cian’s
state of sexual arousal has my nipples peaked and sensitized. I moan as I have
the twin sensations of Cian’s hand on his cock and my fingers pulling at my
nipples.
How does this work? I close my eyes and fantasize. I want
Cian. He’s different from his brother. He’s so open with his sexuality it
allows me to be open with mine. In my fantasy, I see Cian climb over me, his
big body pressing me down. I roll my stiff nipples between my thumbs and
forefingers, tugging lightly. I imagine it’s Cian’s mouth there.
He licks them at first. His tongue curls around the nipple
just before he lets me feel the edge of his teeth there. He bites down lightly,
never crossing the line between pleasure and pain. He bites just enough to make
the nipple flare with arousal. He pops the nipple in his mouth and laves it
with affection. Then, because this is my fantasy, I bring Beck in to suck on
the other one.
In my fantasy, Beck denies me nothing. He takes my breasts
because they belong to him.
In my mind, I see two dark heads bent over my breasts,
suckling. I hold their heads, my hand sinking into the silky darkness of their
hair. Their hands are everywhere.
Cian picks up the pace. His hand pumps firmly around his
cock. I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face. He’s definitely
getting the picture. It’s time to move on.
Fantasy Cian begins to kiss down my belly. He licks and
kisses his way south as Beck nuzzles my throat. In the fantasy, I’m suddenly
tied tightly to the bed. Beck’s hand collars my throat. He tells me everything
he intends to do to me in a honey-dark voice that leaves no room for
disobedience. He and Cian have plans for me. Cian’s going to eat my pussy. Beck
will play with my breasts, and after I come, they will have their pleasure.
Beck wants my mouth. Cian will plunge that hard cock into my pussy. I’ll be
helpless to do anything but feel them. They can do anything they want to me,
and I will have no defense.
I don’t need one. They’re my lovers, my husbands.
I feel Cian’s deep approval at the image. My fantasy has
become his own. It’s everything he wants—both halves of his soul with one
singular purpose between them—my pleasure.
He’s getting close. His cock pulses as I think about Cian’s
tongue fucking my pussy. Cian’s tongue spears me as thoroughly and ruthlessly
as any cock. Beck’s tongue plays on my nipples. Beck sucks on my nipples while
Cian lavishes his love on the tiny bead until I explode.
Our fantasies merge into one hot image. I can no longer tell
what I’m thinking and what thoughts are Cian’s, but I don’t care anymore. His
hand tightens around his engorged cock. It’s purple now as he races to the
finish line. I can feel his balls tightening. They’re getting ready to shoot
off. His control is blown.
It no longer matters. I want the orgasm. I slip a finger
into my pussy, circling my clit with my thumb, my fingers playing out the
images in my head. I close my eyes and see Cian and Beck working furiously over
me. The two heads work in perfect harmony, suckling my breast and my clit. They
love my taste. They can’t get enough of it.
Cian firmly takes hold of our connection. My fantasy falls
away as I feel a tingle at the base of my spine. His hand is a fist now,
pounding away at his cock.
An image of Cian between my legs is all I can see now. It’s
so real. It’s almost as though he’s right here with me, his weight pushing me
into the bed. He parts my thighs and shoves his desperate cock deep inside me.
He pushes himself in to the balls, and still he isn’t satisfied. He wants to
merge with me. He wants to be a part of me. God, he needs me so badly. He’s
waited for me. The emotion sweeps over me, making my eyes water. I’ve never
felt so desired as I do when the connection is open and his heart is pouring
into mine.
He pumps into me, and he’s close, so close, to giving me
what I desire. I pick up the pace, plunging two and then three fingers inside
my pussy and know they don’t match what Cian can give me. I spread my legs as
far as I can and curl my fingers up while I push the pad of my thumb forcefully
at my clit and then…
Relief, blessed, sweet pleasure as Cian comes. Semen spurts
up onto his belly, but he doesn’t care. In his mind it’s my pussy he’s
flooding. He pumps and pumps, the feeling all the more exquisite because it’s
shared. Just as I think I can’t take another moment of his orgasm, my own hits.
It blooms from my center, spreading out like a rushing wave across my body. I
feel Cian’s surprise as he comes again.
It's like the best phone sex ever, and I giggle as I lay
back and try to catch my breath. A happy languor radiates across my body. That
was so much more than playful sex. Cian’s emotions invaded me as surely as his
fantasies did. He was open and honest, and there will be no recriminations from
this half of the man. I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face. The
happiness I feel is coming from Cian, too. He’s happy. He’s well-satisfied, and
it isn’t all physical for him.
He’s coming. And not in a sexual sense. I can sense him
physically approaching.
He throws the door open and tosses himself on the bed next
to me. He hasn’t put on his clothes. I should get up and put some distance
between us. I need to be smart about this. Just because he was open doesn’t
mean this will end any better than it did with Beck. A million things can go
wrong. I should push him away and get dressed. Instead, when he puts his hand
possessively over my stomach, I find myself moving my head to his shoulder,
unable to force myself to break the connection.
“That was fun,” he says with a wicked grin. He’s so
beautiful it makes my heart ache.
“Is that the way you invite a woman to play?” I admit, it’s
an effective seduction technique. Suddenly I feel so vulnerable. I saw his
past. He’s had hundreds of women. They lined up for him. How can I ever
compete?
His perfect face is suddenly very serious, looming over me.
His gray eyes look almost silver in the soft light of morning. He sinks his
hands into my hair and turns my face up to his. “I’ve never done that with any
woman before. I’ve waited my whole life to connect with another soul the way we