I resolve to do just that. Nobody is being forced into this. We are all consenting adults. Blinded by pending orgasms and erotic titillation, but consenting, stupid, possibly reckless adults nonetheless.
I twist my hands in the duvet again, trying to keep myself from touching my clit with the thought that Cormac's best friend is about to touch me, suck me, and fuck me with his cock.
Oh God.
"Somebody fuck me. Now." I barely recognize my voice. The raw desperation is unusual, but also my tone is commanding. I mean business.
I hear two masculine chuckles, and try not to smile as the best friends share a moment of amusement over having gotten me so worked up. They try to be quiet so as not to give anything away, but their connection is palpable.
"I'd say she's ready." Cormac's voice is laced with heated lust as he moves closer to the chair in the corner.
Did they really think I wouldn't know who it was?
I don't have time to dwell on that thought. I can hear clothes being removed, and my heart rate picks up. I have to take shallow breaths to keep myself steady. After a moment, heavy footsteps come toward me, and then Nash stands at the edge of the bed.
My nipples pucker, hardening to the point of almost painful as I imagine him staring down at me. He's two inches shorter than Cormac, but broader with thicker muscles on his chest and arms. Where Cormac is strong but lithe, Nash is built like a fortress.
The mattress bows as he climbs on the bed with me. His strong arms crawl up my body, rubbing the sides of my bare legs with his large hands. He stops at the bottom of the camisole, his fingers playing with my soft stomach as my chest heaves with deep breaths.
The second his fingers go under the fabric, a wave of desire wets my thighs. I open my legs to either side, letting his body move into the space so he can get closer.
Goddamn it.Somebody better touch my clit right fucking now.
Nash lifts the silk camisole gently, and the soft fabric grazes my skin, making goosebumps rise across my belly. His lips land on my stomach, and I arch up into him as his hot tongue travels over my skin. My breathing gets more erratic, my body shaking in anticipation, and he works his way to my ribs. He runs his thumbs along the underside of each of my breasts, just grazing my skin, and I let out a sharp breath.
"Didn't I tell you she's responsive?" Cormac asks, and Nash mumbles against my body in agreement.
These fucking men. Did they decide to torture me tonight?
I groan, realizing that's exactly what they agreed to do. I reach for him, trying to bring him closer, but he makes a clicking sound with his tongue.
Cormac speaks for him. "Patience, Evie. Let him appreciate you."
I huff out an annoyed breath, and Nash chuckles. I groan with irritation and then buck forward as he suddenly sucks one hard nipple through the silk of my top.
I writhe below him, practically feral from the sensations he's sending through my body. My hips push up against his rock-hard erection.
Holy fuck.I guess I know where his unending confidence comes from now.I try to grind against his hard bulge, but he pushes me down, holding my hips in place so that I'm forced to simply take it.
When he moves to the other nipple, I reach up and squeeze the one he just left through the damp fabric.
"She likes a little pain; don't be afraid to be rougher," Cormac coaches from the side, his voice thick as he grits out instructions to Nash. I hear the unmistakable click of the top of a bottle of lube, and then the sound of Cormac fisting his own cock with sloppy, wet strokes as he watches from the chair in the corner.
One of Cormac's fantasies is being forced to watch me with other men. He's had me cage his cock while he worships my body for hours, using toys to get me off again and again while I describe how big and hard the other cock is. I'm not allowed to let him out of the cage to come unless he pleases me.
It's hot as hell. I'm dying to know what Nash's kinks are.
I let out a long moan when his teeth close around my other nipple and give it a firm tug. I'm grateful for the blindfold so that I can avoid having to read Nash's reaction to my response, worried he might find my sexual desires too perverse, but when his hard cock grazes my thigh, all worries about him being repulsed by my needs vanish.
I have thought about fucking these two men together so many times since I met them, it's laughable. Cormac established early on that fantasies are not cheating, and that I should never let worry over his reaction stop me from dreaming up sexual possibilities. But Nash is his best friend, so the entire idea still seems taboo. The two of them using me for their pleasure is my favorite fantasy when I'm taking care of myself.
The fact that Nash agreed to this blows my mind. He has been a constant in my life since the day they walked intoMcGurdy'sand sat in my section. In addition to being business partners, Nash and Cormac are roommates, so most of our non-sexual activities, aside from tonight, have been the three of us. Prior to my entering the picture, they did everything together, so I sort of joined their life. Ordering food, watching movies, playing mini-golf—whatever we do, it's a trio.
Even though we spend a lot of time together, he has never touched me. Not once. Even grazing an arm against me is unheard of. Every once in a while, I've deluded myself into thinking he's looking at me with more than friendship in his eyes, but then it's gone like a flash. I always write it off, and truthfully, it still may be nothing. What guy would turn down a night of kinky sex, right?
I wiggle underneath his strong body as he pays attention to my nipples through the silk, alternating each bite and tug with a soothing suck that curls my toes.
I run my hands up the sides of his body, curving around the tops of his shoulders and dig my fingers in just as he pinches my other nipple hard.
