‘My turn,’ from Nick was her only warning that something else was coming.
Another tongue, this one at her bottom. She squeaked and pulled back, but Euan held her to his lips with warm palms at her jaw, and Nick locked two big hands on her to hold her still.
She was forced to endure them. Forced to lie between them as one teased her lips, pinched her nipples, and the other played with that very, very sensitive little ring of nerves.
This was … Kira didn’t know what this was. But one thing was certain. No wonder her men liked it; heavens, it was wonderful.
‘Oh, that’s it, baby, relax into it.’ A finger entered the channel that still pulsed, that still dripped. ‘Little Pixie here said she wanted to fuck both of us.’
Euan broke the kiss slowly, pulled her face from his lips. The iris to his eye was almost lost to the blown pupil. She fell into a sea of blackness and never wanted to get out.
‘You want that, sweetheart?’ Euan asked.
She nodded, her voice lost to her, lost down that beautiful eye, consumed by it like she was consumed by the love she felt radiating from him. The smile that split his beard blinded her. Now that was perfection. It was then she found her voice. ‘Yes.’
He kissed her as Nick found that special spot within her that made her buck and writhe. As his tongue broached that ring of muscle, and his fingers manipulated her insides, Euan took the initiative to twist a sensitive nipple. The tide rose again, the pressure built. Thunder and lightning, electricity and noise vibrated through her body, sung through her veins, jolted and shocked. She was close, so very close.
She broke from Euan’s lips. ‘Please,’ she begged.
Nick’s laugh was pure evil, malevolence personified. ‘Not yet, Pix. The both of us? For the first time, here? That requires a special type of preparation.’ His hand smoothed the heated skin up her spine. ‘Relax into it.’
And so she did.
There were growls and groans, moans and sighs. Kira panted, her breath a constant barometer for the effects of their torture. Held between them, she’d lost that slim hold on control long ago. Though as her body was manipulated with care, precision and dedication, she didn’t mind. In reality, she couldn’t think enough to care.
There was communication between the two men that she attempted to understand. Grunts and jerks, flicks of fingers and single syllables. It wasn’t until Kira’s clit was pinched just as Nick pushed the tip of his finger into that dark untried region did she realise that they had conferred on this.
It was coordinated, choreographed. She marshalled her senses, called heel to her sanity. She placed her palm over Euan’s grinning mouth to limit her distractions. ‘How long?’ she rasped, voice hoarse with need.
Euan’s lips tipped up under her hand, and she could feel Nick’s chuckle rumble up her spine. ‘Pixie-Pie, we’ve waited our whole lives for this moment. Everything from the day we met you to now has been the two of us planning how this was going to play out.’
‘How is it going?’ she gasped as Euan rolled and worried her clit.
Nick’s tone was casual, but his finger played the song of destruction. Her focus slipped even as he said, ‘You enjoying Euan’s face was a pleasant unforeseen alternative to our plans.’
Kira’s laugh was breathless, her eyes closed, her spine arched. ‘I liked that too.’
Euan removed the palm that covered his lips with his free hand. He kissed her twitching fingers before he placed it over his heart and held it there. One eyebrow rose, and with a wicked grin, something Kira had never seen across his face before, he said, ‘Too much talking.’
Nick agreed by grunting and slowly slipped two fingers inside her prepared rear entrance. She squirmed, gasped with the stretch and burn. Out of her euphoric state, the realities of what they were trying to achieve suddenly seemed impossible. Euan’s appendage alone stretched her … Nick’s as well?
‘Are you sure …?’ she asked.
Euan’s hand cupped her jaw as Nick’s fingers twisted and twirled. In and out, twist, twirl. In and out again.
‘Oh heavens …’ she gasped.
Euan’s eye turned into black velvet. ‘Yes.’
Then Nick’s fingers were gone. In a coordinated effort shown with the same precision they displayed continuously, they lifted her.
One masculine hand notched the head of Euan’s cock to the entrance of her pussy, and with care that made her eyes burn, they let her fall.
Until he filled her. Until Euan was everything, every shudder, sigh and motion. He owned her, destroyed her, impaled her. She was lost to sensation, to want, to need. The noise she made was guttural as she stretched around him, and she didn’t care.
The wetness they had coaxed from her body made the penetration unencumbered. She was small, and Euan was so big, but their manipulations had been worthwhile. He was inside her to the hilt in a matter of moments.
She tried to move on top of him, attempted to shift her hips, writhe, undulate.
‘Oh no, sweetheart,’ Euan crooned in her ear. ‘Now it’s our turn to hold the reins.’
The pad of his finger circled her blood rich clit, slowly, reverently. Another rolled her nipple in his fingers with the same unhurried dedication. Each movement was measured, prolonged. He coaxed her to rock on him, while he remained inside. There was no withdrawal, just a constant nudge to that place inside that sent fireworks through her nerves and blackness to her vision.
She didn’t know how many fingers Nick used now. In that moment, she really didn’t know anything, except for the sensation of skin on skin,
