?“That's fucking hot,” he growled as Finley devoured her.
Sorcha moaned and Zaine had to adjust himself.
“I think we need to get our girl naked. Let's go upstairs to the bedroom,” Zaine growled.
“Yes, let's,” Sorcha panted.
Zaine took her hand in his and led them up to his bedroom, which was done in his two favorite colors, red and black. Once there, he turned to her. “Strip for us, Angel. But go slow, entice us.”
Sorcha stepped away from them and swayed as if she were dancing. Her hands slid down to her top, gripped the hem, and slowly lifted it up her body, exposing her lacy lilac bra. She dropped the shirt and swayed, running her hands over her exposed skin. She pushed her breasts up, then moved to remove her skirt, revealing her lilac thong.
“Fuck, you're gorgeous,” Finley groaned. “You're killing us here, Sweetheart.”
Sorcha smiled at him and reached behind her to unhook her bra. She held it in place for a moment, before she let it fall to the floor.
It was Zaine's turn to groan. “Don't keep us waiting, Angel. Let us see all of you.”
She hooked her fingers into the sides of her thong and slowly slid them down her legs.
“You're shaved. Fuck, that's sexy,” Zaine growled. Both he and Finley held a hand out to her and she took their hands.
“Let's get you on the bed,” Zaine told her.
“Lay down and spread those sexy legs, let us see you,” Finley put in.
Sorcha stretched out on the bed and when she parted her legs, both men groaned.
“Beautiful,” Zaine breathed. He shared a look with Finley and they both began to strip. In silent agreement, they left their boxer briefs on as they climbed onto the bed with her.
Zaine caressed her right side, lifting his hand to massage her breast and tweak her nipple, while Finley dipped his head to trail nibbling kisses down to her left breast.
“Oh, gods,” Sorcha moaned and arched into their ministrations.
“That's it, Angel,” Zaine said as his hand slid down to trace her folds. “She's already wet for us,” he told Finley.
Finley reached down to trace her pussy lips, too and groaned. Together, they slid a finger into her and Zaine smirked at her gasp. “Like that?” he asked.
“Oh, yes,” she panted and her hips arched as they thrust their fingers in her.
“I need a taste,” Zaine said and removed his finger. He slid between her welcoming thighs and lowered his mouth to her pussy. When Finley moved his hand, he dipped his tongue into her and groaned. “So sweet,” he said and slid two fingers into her while his mouth moved to her clit to suckle it.
While he did that, Finley teased her nipples with his mouth and hand, so she was getting double stimulation.
Sorcha writhed and her hips bucked as moans of pleasure escaped her.
“Come for me, Angel,” Zaine said as he stroked her g-spot.
Finley gently bit her nipple, and the bite of pain seemed to be what she needed to send her over the edge with a cry.
Zaine kept up his ministrations, prolonging her orgasm, before he eased his fingers out of her.
“You're fucking beautiful when you come,” Finley growled. “My turn,” he added and he and Zaine switched places.
Soon enough, Sorcha was crying out again as they sent her crashing over the edge.
“I could get used to that sound,” Zaine growled.
“You and me both,” Finley put in.
