“Yes.”
“What a wonderful idea.” Dan moved into position in front of her. Those muscular thighs, dusted in dark hair, the flat planes of his stomach. Not to forget his penis. Thick and full, the tip weeping salty pr**cum. “Babe?”
“Please,” was al she could say.
Dan’s fingers rubbed at her scalp. “Best idea ever.”
“I hate to see a grown man cry.” Finn slid back into her, his body bumping against her ass with each thrust, hands tracing over her spine.
Dan’s chuckle ended on a groan as she curled her tongue around his cockhead, drawing him into her mouth. He fed his c**k to her slowly, one hand threaded in her still-damp hair. Eagerly she took him in. The taste and feel of him against her tongue like a drug.
She wanted to reduce him to the same mindless mess they made her.
There were the dual sensations of Daniel in her mouth and Finn in her pu**y. Splitting her focus. It made her giddy, so much at once.
Her body and brain couldn’t keep up. Fuck drunk was exactly the word for it. So she let go, let it happen.
Finn thrust into her steadily but slowly, as if wary of the c**k fil ing her mouth. All she could do was feel, caught between the two of them and loving every minute of it.
This was her reward for surviving. For not giving in somewhere along the way when it would have been so easy.
She gasped around Dan’s c**k as Finn picked up the pace, fil ing her harder, faster. The scent of sex and the salt of their sweat filled the air. A heady concoction.
She didn’t want it to end. Never wanted to let either of them go. Never would.
They were hers. She was theirs. Screw the rest, it could see to itself.
Daniel pulled out of her mouth as Finn finished.
“Al.” Her name was an agonized plea on his lips as he came.
The nicest thing she had ever heard. Apart from when they said they loved her.
Finn’s fingers pressed into her waist and he ground himself against her. With nothing between them it was hot and sticky and perfect completion. She never wanted anything between them ever again. Everything was just right, from the heat of him at her back to the fumbling hands stroking her sides as he caught his breath. Sweat dripped off him and onto her, sliding over her skin and soaking into the sheets in the warm room.
She didn’t want to forget a single detail. Wanted it all seared in her memory like the precious gift that it was.
Finn’s c**k eased out of her and the mattress sunk as he shifted to kneel behind her. Not leaving the bed like she had first thought, but staying with them, as the palm smoothing over her rear attested to. Another hand snaked between her legs, fingers stroking, teasing her wet cunt. Working her up again til she didn’t know her own name.
Before her Dan held still, waiting out the moment, fisting his c**k in one hand. The musky scent of him was tantalizingly close.
“Remember me?”
“Very well.”
Daniel’s cockhead bumped against her lips, and she opened to him, taking him in just far enough to work the sensitive underside with the flat of her tongue. His size didn’t allow for much more.
One hand cradled her jaw, the other wrapped around the base of his cock. It was a powerful thing, the giving of pleasure. If it hadn’t been for the clever fingers choosing to deliver a soft pinch to her clit, she would have been quite smug over it. Her insides clenched.
One of Finn’s fingers tickled over her ass, his teeth … His finger. The tip pushed, gently, slowly gaining admission. The slight pressure felt strange, but not uncomfortable. Little-used nerve endings came alive.
“Is he playing with your ass?” asked Daniel, hand stroking her jaw.
She couldn’t have answered with his c**k in her mouth had she anything to say.
“The shame of him.”
Finn’s teeth grazed the curve of an ass cheek, the low chuckle teasing across her skin. His finger slid into her, eased back while his other hand strummed her clit. It lit up her spine, the insane heat coiling in her belly. She might not last much longer, but Dan was going first.
Harsh, guttural sounds praised the greedy pulls of her mouth. He didn’t even try to hold back from her.
His c**k jerked against her tongue, hot liquid filling her mouth as she swallowed as fast as she could.
The fingers playing over her swollen cunt intensified. The finger in her rear stroked still. Everything inside her tightened, coalesced, and expanded in a sudden burst of heat.
Daniel withdrew from her mouth and dropped to his knees in front of her, watching her. His blue eyes never left hers, holding her gaze. Good God. Her elbows trembled. Everything quaked. It went on and on.
Finn gave her back a parting kiss, climbed off the mattress, headed for the bathroom. Dan’s arms wrapped around her, drew her down onto the mattress.
An almighty yawn took her as she settled against him. Body blissed out and mind blessedly quiet.
“We boring you?” Finn lay down beside her on the mussed sheets.
She shook her head. Would have expounded on that answer, but sleep had already taken her.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Finn sat at the table, watching Ali sleep. It was evening, he had been up and dressed for hours, but she slept on. The book in his hand kept him occupied. It was … interesting, to say the least. It gave him a greater appreciation for her concerns.
“Hey,” she murmured. Al blinked sleepy eyes at him and then the room, taking in the dark, the lantern beside him on the table. “What time is it?”
“Nearly eight. You slept all day.”