Sorcha cried out with her orgasm and Finley lapped up every drop of her release. “I need to be inside you,” he told her.
“Oh yes, please fuck me,” she panted.
He sheathed himself in the condom Zaine handed him, and thrust into her, filling her in one go. He set a fast pace, chasing his own release, and when he knew she was close he slid a hand between them and thumbed her clit.
Sorcha gripped the bonds around her wrists and cried out as she came again.
Her inner walls clenching around him was all Finley needed to drag him over with her. He leaned down and kissed her, then rolled off to take care of the condom.
Zaine was there when Finley moved. “I can't be gentle,” he told her.
“Then don't be,” she told him.
Finley stretched out beside her while Zaine pistoned in and out of her.
“You're going to come for me, Angel,” Zaine ordered and stroked her clit.
“I can't,” she panted.
“You can, and you will,” he told her, as he continued stroking her clit.
Sorcha screamed with her sudden release and it was followed by Zaine's roar.
Once Zaine took care of his condom, he and Finley untied Sorcha, who curled against Zaine.
“Oh my gods, that was intense,” she panted.
“It was. You were such a good girl for us,” Zaine told her.
Finley kissed the back of her neck. “Zaine's right, you were a very good girl.” He watched her preen at their praise. Then she yawned.
“I think we wore our girl out,” Zaine said with a chuckle.
“I think you're right,” Finley agreed. “Sleep Sweetheart, we'll be right here when you wake up.”
“We do have an early day,” she mumbled sleepily.
“I've got the alarm set for six,” Zaine promised her.
“M'kay,” she mumbled.
Finley lay there watching her fall asleep. Zaine soon followed her. “I'm falling in love with you, Sweetheart,” he whispered in the darkness. Then he let sleep claim him.
Chapter Nine
Sorcha
When the alarm went off, Sorcha groaned. At 6 am, it was still dark outside and she wasn't ready to get up yet, despite her usual early wake-up.
“Time to rise and shine, Sweetheart,” Finley said, kissing the back of her neck.
“I know, I just don't wanna,” she grumbled.
Zaine chuckled. “Tough, Angel. We've got places to be.”
“Fine, I'm up,” she said, sitting up. “Too bad the shower’s not big enough for three,” she added cheekily.
“Minx,” Zaine said and tickled her.
