I danced my fingertips down Finn’s chest. “How are you doing?”
Finn gazed at me, his eyes intense. “I’m fantastic. How are you doing, baby?”
“Amazing,” I whispered.
“Better than your dreams?” His fingers grazed my belly, as the sound of the top of the lube bottle flicking open landed on my ears.
I nodded. “Better than all my fantasies. Better than anything.”
He kissed my nose, murmuring, “Good. Let’s make it the best night ever, then.”
Jake tapped on my hip. “Move your knee up, Lil.”
I shifted my leg, hooking it over Finn’s hip as my fiancé’s hand traveled between my legs. Groaning, Finn stroked his fingers along my wet center, while Jake curled a hand over my rear.
I shivered from the twin sensations. Then I moaned as Finn’s fingers glided into me. “She loves being fingered,” he told Jake, and my shiver turned to a full-body shudder as Finn went there again. Talking over me. Talking about me.
Turned out, I craved that. I relished being not just the object of their physical attention, but the center of their conversation.
“I know that now,” Jake said wryly. Then in a gruff, knowing tone, he added, “She squirmed like a goddamn champion when my fingers were in her before.”
Finn seemed to bite back a groan, and I tensed briefly. Had Jake crossed the line by talking about me like he knew my wants, my needs, my desires?
The answer came in a hot, possessive kiss, as Finn hooked his fingers inside me. But Finn didn’t kiss me angrily. He kissed me fiercely, making the line clear.
I was his; he was mine.
“Get her ready,” he growled, barely breaking the kiss to issue a command to his best friend.
For tonight, I was theirs.
Jake pressed a finger against me, then once more, he pushed inside. I gasped and then groaned at the intrusion, at the fullness.
This was only the beginning. I’d have to take so much more than fingers. But my God, it felt electric, both of them inside me, both of them making me wetter.
Closing my eyes, I surrendered to the sensations, to the heavy ache inside, the ache they were both filling.
The press of their bodies against me was exquisite. Finn and his hard muscles pressed against my breasts, my belly, my legs. Jake and his equally firm, strong body sealed to my back, my ass, my thighs.
I was sandwiched between them, attention lavished on me by these men.
And it was my turn again to call the shots. I opened my eyes, swallowed, and said something I’d only imagined in my filthiest fantasies. “Will you both please take me now?”
Finn’s grin was the stuff of wicked legends.
Slowly, they removed their fingers, and Jake stole away for a moment. The faucet ran in the bathroom as I climbed on Finn, straddling him.
We hadn’t mapped this out either—this position. But I knew it would be the best one. I’d watched enough, seen plenty.
I settled over him, gripping his gorgeous shaft in my hand and gazing into his eyes. “Hey,” I whispered.
“Hey, you.”
With eyes for him only, I added, “I love you so damn much.”
He reached up, cupping my cheek, then slid a hand to curl around my head. He pulled me close for a searing kiss, then whispered, “I know, baby. I know.” When he let go, his eyes glanced down with a purposeful glint in them. “Now get on me.”
Enough said. I rubbed the head of his shaft against me, as Jake returned from the bathroom. Groaning, Finn wrapped his hands around my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh.
“Need to feel you all the way on me. Need to feel your sweetness on me now, baby.”
He sounded so hungry, so carnal. And at that moment, a new awareness hit me. Yes, tonight was about me, but it was also about them. They were feeling as amazing as I was. Just as they were making sure I was good, I had to take care of the men.
I’d known this, but I hadn’t experienced it fully till now, and I wanted to make every moment good for them, too. They deserved it. Yes, Finn was giving me my fantasy, but I was giving him one too. And Jake, well, Jake deserved to feel spectacular. We were all in this together, and I craved pleasure for all of us.
I sank down on my man, and I cried out in bliss. “God, that feels so good. Your dick is perfection,” I said, setting my palms on his chest.
“So are you,” he murmured, thrusting up. He wasn’t rough, but even so, he filled me, and I felt him all the way.
I felt Jake too, climbing on the bed, reaching for the condom.
His fingers traveled across my flesh and sparks raced over my skin, knowing what was coming. Gently, he pushed down on my lower back. “Lower your chest to your man.”
My breath came faster as I did as I was told, keeping a slow and sensual pace riding Finn. My fiancé wrapped his arms around me, his hands roping through my hair, as Jake swept his fingers over the curves of my rear, teasing, playing, making sure I could handle it.
Could I?
We wouldn’t know till he tried, but in the meantime, I was already halfway to heaven just from Finn’s shaft. I swiveled my hips, moving slow and steady, feeling the glorious length of him inside me.
Then I felt something new.
Something that sent a fresh wave of sparks down my spine. Jake’s tongue. Jake’s lips. His mouth cruised over my rear, kissing the top of my ass, then he licked a path down to that spot where my cheek met my thigh. He murmured against my skin, “So sexy.”
And I entered another world of pleasure. His words, his tongue. The wild sensations swirling inside me.
He brushed kisses across my rear, not quite touching me in the darkest spot, but coming close, so daringly close. His tongue flicking and teasing almost, almost. The tingles turned into sparks. No, they were fireworks. Everything inside me felt like the night sky lit up on a holiday.
I heard the opening of the condom wrapper, then more lube squirting.
All those sensations morphed into heat, to hot, tight pressure as I felt the first breach of his crown against me. He was slick, coated in lube, and I groaned at the intrusion.
Finn’s hand wrapped tighter around my head, his lips near my ear. “We got you, baby. Just relax.”
I sank down deeper onto Finn, my ass lifting as Jake’s hands wrapped around my hips. He pushed, sinking farther into me. For a second, I held my breath from the intensity—the temporary pain that shot into pleasure in seconds. This wasn’t my first time at the rear-end rodeo, but there was always that moment when you weren’t sure. Those seconds when you hovered between pain and pleasure until your body took.
Adjusted.
And somehow, miraculously, made room.
This was a whole new language of sensuality.
An entirely new way of having sex.
I was bathed in sensations as I let myself relax into the sheer fullness. The incredible, heavy feeling of being taken completely. Of the entire core of my body consumed by two beautiful men.
Like this, I could barely move. My skin started to sizzle; my body began to shudder.
Then I realized they’d taken over.
They were both moving in me, Finn rocking up into me, Jake thrusting deep.
Could they feel each other? Or were they like me? Unable to tell up from down, right from left? Right now, I was adrift in otherworldly sensations. In the sheer relentless intensity of my wildest dreams come true. Electricity crackled in my veins as waves of pleasure crashed over me, each one making me sink under, deeper into the abyss of ecstasy.
“Talk to me, baby,” Finn rasped out, his voice low and rough. “You okay?”
“So good. I’m so good,” I panted as Jake hit the end of me, and I cried out, seeing the first glow of stars.
Because holy pleasure. Holy threesome. Holy trio of absolute decadent bliss.
This. Was. It.
This was the pinnacle, and my reality teetered. It wobbled with each stroke from below me. With each thrust from above.<
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With every move from the men sandwiching me, I spiraled further into an erotic state, with lust and want consuming every molecule of my body.
“So intense. Feels so good,” I murmured, my head falling into the crook of Finn’s neck.
“It’s the hottest thing ever,” Finn growled.
And Jake groaned. A deep, rumbling sound, like he’d been gritting his teeth, holding back words until then, and suddenly, he let them loose. “Lily. Your ass. It’s so hot. So tight.”
I trembled. Darts of pleasure shot through my body from his dirty praise.
His words must have set off Finn because the man beneath me was swearing and pumping harder into me. “Yeah, you’re so wet on me. You love this, don’t you?”
What I loved was every single thing, and especially now that they were talking to me, not about me. I loved that in the heat of the moment, as I hovered on the edge, their dirty words were for me, to me.
“Yes, God, yes. I love it all. I’m close, so close.”
“I’m close, too,” Finn said, his pace turning relentless and igniting a tightening in my belly. “You’re mine, and I need to feel you coming all over me.”
The first sign of my release appeared on the horizon. That telltale tension in my core. That aching torture of impending pleasure.
I started to move again, to rise up as best I could, then down, and that tripped the wires in me. I unraveled as I felt Jake go deeper into me, touching parts that had never been touched like this before, all while Finn filled me to the hilt.
This was the edge of desire. The knife’s edge of bliss, and I hovered on it, Jake’s groans flooding the room, his grunts and half-choked out words. “So tight, so hot.”
And Finn’s too. “Come for me, baby. Come for us.”
Us.
He might have meant him and me; he might have meant him and Jake.
It didn’t matter.
I keened, my lips parting, my pleasure hitting the sky.
Maybe the sounds were words, maybe they were curses. All the noises I made were shouts to God, as I detonated, shattering into a thousand beautiful pieces while they took me to the ends of my desire. And I fell apart above one man, beneath another, as I finally found the dirty dreams I’d been seeking.
It was, indeed, like a heavenly choir of dirty angels conducting a filthy orchestra in my body. And oh hell, could they conduct me like virtuosos.
I was bathed in bliss, coated in ecstasy. Delicious, wild, carnal pleasure flooded every cell of my body, drugging me into total euphoria, and it was then, the orgasm shaking me to my very core, that Jake followed me, firing first, biting off a string of curse words as he came.
Finn was next. “Baby. Gonna come so hard,” he said, and he didn’t need me to, but I urged him on.
“Yes, give it to me. Give it all to me.”
As he let go, all I could think was this was everything I’d imagined it would be.
And so much more.
13
Finn
I ran a hand down her thigh, gently stroking her skin. Jake petted her hair.
Lily sighed deeply, contentedly.
The look on her face was complete bliss.
Absolute satisfaction.
And something else, too. Something deeply familiar. Something that warmed me to the core of my soul.
Love.
She murmured my name, then lifted her chin, her way of asking for a kiss. I was all too happy to oblige. I dusted my lips to hers, and when we broke apart, she said, “Thank you.”
It was a sleepy, sexy sound.
And it wasn’t only for me. She craned her neck, looked at my best friend, set a hand on his chest, and said reverently, “And thank you.”
“No, Lily. Thank you.”
I laughed. “Sounds like we beat the house tonight. Everyone here won big.” I ran my finger down her nose. “And I’m glad you liked your gift.”
She wriggled like a happy, sated woman. “Best. Gift. Ever.”
I let her relish in the afterglow for a little longer, gently stroking her soft skin.
Then Jake cleared his throat. “Can I get in on this gift action, too? I do hate shopping, so if this could count as my engagement gift, I’d be stoked.”
“Cheapskate,” I teased.
My buddy wiggled an eyebrow. “Unless Lily wants to go for round two on your wedding night. In which case, that’d cover my wedding gift too.”
Smiling lazily, Lily shook her head. “I’m all good, guys. Also, Jake, you do know we don’t even want guests to get us wedding gifts? All you have to do is be there.”
“Yeah, I know. In lieu of gifts, please consider making a donation to your favorite charity. Your presence is our gift,” Jake said, reciting the note we’d included on our invitations. “I guess you could say I donated to couples in need of threesomes.”
Lily cracked up. “Is that your personal cause, Jake?”
“Evidently, it is.”
I smiled, warmed up inside from the knowledge that tonight hadn’t changed a damn thing about my friendship with Jake, or Lily’s with him either.
We were all going to be good.
And I had a feeling this evening was going to make Lily and me even closer. Actually, it already had. Because my woman, the love of my life, had let me into her mind, into her fantasies.
I had to let her know how much that meant to me.
And I did when we were alone, since Jake excused himself for a quick shower.
As the water beat down from the bathroom, I pulled her close in the bed. “You don’t have to thank me. I should be thanking you.”
“Why?” she asked curiously.
I banded an arm around her waist. “Because all I want is for you to be happy. I want to give you everything, and I’ve always wanted that. You let me in—let me into your secret fantasies. And I could tell you were scared to tell me.”
She cupped my cheek. “I was so scared to tell you.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want to lose you. You’re my everything.”
“Baby, you won’t lose me. You have more and more of me every day.”
“I know that now . . .”
I pressed my hand to her heart. “Know that always. I don’t want you to be afraid to tell me your dreams. Whatever kind they are. Work, family, sex, anything. We’ll either make them happen together or work through what they mean. Okay?”
She breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you. But did you know all along that I wanted this? Were you trying to get me to admit it?”
I grinned, a naughty little smirk. “Baby, you need to get better at hiding your browser history.”
Her mouth fell into an O. “Oops.”
I squeezed her hip. “Or maybe you left it visible on purpose.”
She shrugged. “Maybe subconsciously. But, Finn, did this change anything for you?”
I gestured to the room, to us. “What do you think? Are we still the same?”
She leaned in and kissed my forehead. “No. We’re not the same. We’re better.”
When Jake left the bathroom, I brought Lily into the shower and cleaned her up, then asked her the one last question on my mind. “Have I unleashed a monster? Are you going to want this again?”
She grinned wickedly, and I groaned in mock frustration.
“Kidding!” she said. Then she added, “Not kidding?”
“So, you’re a threesome junkie?”
She placed a hand on my chest. “Actually, I’m all good. I’m totally satisfied. But I can’t promise there won’t be other kinky things I’ll want to try. Is that okay?”
I pressed a kiss to her lips. “I can promise it’s more than okay.”
After we dried off, she shot me a naughty look in the mirror. “Is it okay if Jake stays for a little longer? I have something for the two of you.”
“Sure,” I said, intrigued.
Then she told me what it was, and it seemed like the perfect send-off.
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When she was through, she moved to Jake and took care of him, also part of the plan.
After, she wiped a satisfied palm across her lips, then said, “And that’s my gift to the two of you.”
14
Jake
I left in the early hours of the morning.
My job was over, and it was one of the best nights ever.
How could it not be? Hot-as-sin dirty deeds capped off with a middle-of-the-night sleepy BJ?
Hell, it was good, indeed, to be Finn’s best friend.
But none of this was unexpected, though I couldn’t completely read Kate and her motivation. I’d never entirely been able to read her. Though I’d wanted to. I’d definitely wanted to figure her out. She was a woman of mystery. Even her job was shrouded in secrecy. And she never let on what she was into. Or who. Honestly, that simply intrigued me more.
Plus, I was dying to know if she’s played a part in last night’s events. Was she the one moving chess pieces? That seemed like her.
The next morning after I slept some more, I met her at a diner. She waited in a booth near the back, looking more striking than someone should be this early in the morning. From her chestnut hair to her stunning eyes, it was impossible for her to be anything but striking.
Today though, she wore a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin and raised her eyebrows as I walked in, sitting across from her at the booth.
I shot her a grin.
“And how was the play, Mrs. Lincoln?” she asked knowingly.
I laughed. “It was some kind of show.”
“Was it now?” She took a sip of her coffee.
I studied her alluring eyes, hunting for answers. “Has anyone ever told you that you can’t resist getting your hands in the pie?”
“Interesting analogy,” she mused. “But I prefer to think of myself as a dirty fairy godmother.”
“Is that who you are?” I asked.
Lazily, she kicked her foot back and forth as if in answer. “Everyone has their kink, right?"
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