Chapter 21 #2
“Show us how you make yourself come,” Kiernan demands, his chest rising and falling in shallow pants of unobstructed desire.
My hand pauses, trembling slightly as it hovers over my pussy.
I’ve never made myself come before, at least not with my hand.
Sure, I’ve had vibrators that latch onto my clit like a champ, but I’ve never been one for sticking my own fingers inside myself.
Why?
Because I’m not one of those unicorn women who get off on penetration. It is all about the clit rather than the dick
I need to get that printed on a T-shirt.
“What’s stopping you, baby?” Seamus whispers in my ear. “Stage fright?”
Swallowing past my anxiety, I shake my head before whispering, “I’ve never… done this before.”
Cue the laughter.
There isn’t a sound.
The twins’ faces are twisted in confusion as they stare at me.
“You’ve never masturbated, wildcat?” Seamus asks, incredulity tainting his voice
I shrug like it’s no big deal. “Not with my hand.” Coughing, I clear my throat. “Just with those clit stimulator thingies when Drew didn’t get the job done.”
Kiernan smirks deviously.
“And how often did Drew not get the job done?”
And cue the dick measuring contest. If there is a contest. There really isn’t. We’ve only had sex a few times, but they are already light-years ahead of Drew.
“Um… never.”
The twins share a look before breaking out into a bout of laughter. I honestly don’t see what’s so funny about having to provide myself with orgasm, but to each their own.
“I’m so glad my boring sex life amuses you,” I grunt. “It’s not my fault he never listened or paid attention to what I wanted.”
It sure as hell isn’t. I wasn’t experienced in bed, but I’d seen pornos, and I’d been vocal with Drew on plenty of occasions about what I wanted.
The asshole just never listened. I’m sure as hell not a virgin, Drew made sure of that, but the twins have been my first in a lot of things.
Like oral. Sure, I’d given my cheating ex-fiancé a blow job or two, but after the second time. He never asked for it again.
Something I was grateful for.
Kiernan is the first man I’ve gone down on and enjoyed.
Heat engulfs my back as Seamus sidles up behind me, his legs on either side of mine.
“Boys like him don’t know how to pleasure a woman.
” Seamus takes my hand in his, leading it down between my thighs.
His other hand seamlessly parts my lips before he presses two of my fingers against my clit and applies pressure.
I jolt at the sensation. I’m not expecting the sensitive bundle of nerves to react so viscerally. “What you need is a man.”
Leaning my head back against his shoulder, I close my eyes and let myself feel.
Seamus’s hand stays curled around mine as he leads my fingers down the cleft of my pussy to my opening.
He curls his fingers against mine, forcefully dipping them inside my wet channel.
The walls of my vagina clamp around his fingers like a wet, heated glove.
I whimper, my feet sliding along the sheet. My legs shake as he continues to control the depth and speed of my assisted masturbation. Tension coils inside of me; my heart races like a wild animal trying to escape my chest.
“Look at me, Bailey.” My eyes open on Kiernan’s command, my head tilting up to look at him. “Good girl. Just like that.”
Fuck. My pussy clenches again, and I moan, my eyes never leaving his.
“Do you want to come?” he asks. Not trusting my voice, I nod.
Kiernan shakes his head. “I asked you if you want to come, Bailey.”
“Yes,” I whisper breathlessly, because I do. I really, really, do. Frustrated at Seamus’s slow pace, I curl my fingers, my walls trembling at the feeling before increasing my pace.
“I’m sorry. What was that?” A sly grin creeps across his lips. “Yes…”
Clenching my teeth, I take a long breath in through my nose before answering. “Yes, sir.”
Seamus chuckles at my obstinate use of the title. My pussy doesn’t seem to mind calling him sir, but my mind still grapples with it. Plus, I like not making my compliance easy for them.
At least, not outside the bedroom. They can believe all they want that I am their submissive little toy when it comes to sex. Hell, I enjoy their dominance, but they have another thing coming if they think I’ll be their little slave beyond that.
“Then make yourself come.”
I do. I come with a small cry, shattering around my fingers, the pulse of my orgasm almost painful if it wasn’t so good. When it finally ebbs, I slump back in Seamus’s hold, a satisfied grin stretched across my face.
“Look at her, brother.” Kiernan stands from his chair and saunters over to where Seamus holds me in his arms, his fingers idly playing with my erect nipples.
My back arches, pushing my breasts further against his hands as he plays me like a guitar.
“Already wanting more. Seems one orgasm isn’t enough for our girl. ”
“Don’t worry, wildcat,” Seamus whispers in my ear, nipping at the lobe and sending a shiver of desire skating up my spine.
“We’re going to take good care of all those dirty needs.
You’ll be so stuffed with our dicks you’ll be creaming and begging for us to stop, but we won’t.
We’ll bring you to the edge again and again until we’re ready to fill you with our cum. ”
“Wait,” I ask breathlessly, my body trembling at the mental image he created. “You mean both of you? At the same time?”
Kiernan’s smirk grows as he takes me from his brother’s arms. He turns me so the end of the bed presses against my stomach, my ass in the air.
“We always share, you know that.”