“Yeah, like I said, I wanted to help out…”
“Very charitable of you,” he teases playfully. “Could easily have gone wrong, you know, coming to live with four guys you’ve hooked up with before. But I guess you found a way to keep the tension down, huh?”
I lock eyes with him, forcing myself not to break. “What do you mean by that?”
“Oh, I think you know what I mean by that,” he replies, cocking an eyebrow, smile curling up the corner of his lips.
I clasp my hands in front of me, the tips of my fingers tingling. “Care to enlighten me?”
He flicks his tongue over his bottom lip, as though determined to draw my attention to it. I find my gaze sloping downward before I can stop it, wishing I had the self-control to keep myself in hand when he’s this close to me, but it’s not like I can pretend even to myself anymore.
“When you and Callum were out back fixing up equipment,” he finally admits, letting the words hang there in the air between us for a long moment.
My eyes widen. “What do you?—”
“I saw what you were doing out there,” he admits, running a hand through his hair. “Just caught a glimpse. Took me a second to figure out what it was, though I should have been able to guess from the noises you were making…”
I curse myself silently for getting caught. I knew it was risky, fooling around out there, but when Callum looked at me the way he did, it was hard to care about a damn thing other than taking the pleasure I needed so badly. And the thought of Dylan emerging from the house, rounding the corner to see us there together…I hate to admit it, but I can’t help but find it as hot as it is humiliating.
“Is that what you came in here for?” I ask, narrowing my eyes, throwing the challenge right back at him. “To tell me you caught us?”
He chuckles. There’s a glint in his eyes, something barely restrained that makes my heart throb a little harder in my chest.
“No,” he murmurs, and he lifts his hand to my face to swipe back a strand of hair hanging in my way. “I wanted to tell you just how much harder I could make you come.”
My jaw drops. It’s not exactly the approach I expected, though maybe I should have been prepared for it given this is Dylan of all people.
“What the hell do you?—”
“I can prove to you, if you want,” he murmurs, planting his hands on either side of me, pinning me there against the island. I try to contain the grin that wants to trail up my lips, but it’s almost impossible.
“Prove it to me?”
“I always think it’s better to show, not tell,” he adds, as he lowers his mouth to my neck. “Don’t you?”
I gasp as I feel his mouth close over the spot just below my ear, that sensitive patch of skin that makes my toes curl against the tiled kitchen floor. Whatever control I’ve been trying to hold on to, whatever attempt I’ve been making to stop myself from tumbling back into the arms of another one of these men, it fails me as soon as he kisses me there, everything giving way for the feel of his touch on my skin.
“That’s what I thought.” He chuckles into my ear, tracing his mouth up to pinch my lobe between his teeth.
I shudder, clasping his waist and pulling him closer, and he nuzzles into my neck as he presses his erection against me, letting me feel how hard he already is. I wonder, briefly, if he’s been containing this since the moment he saw me with his brother, determined to prove himself as an equally worthy lover, if not more so. The thought brings a grin to my face as I catch his head in my hands, pulling him around to kiss me properly. His tongue slips into my mouth as he pushes a knee between my legs, parting them with ease and letting me feel him as he grinds into me.
“Fuck, you taste just as good as I remember,” he murmurs, as he moves his hands to my hips, grabbing my thighs through the flimsy fabric of my sleep shorts and then spinning me around soI’m facing the counter. I gasp as one hand slips down the front of my shorts and the other moves into my hair, winding a generous handful around his fingers as he tugs my head back and kisses my neck again.
“Already soaked for me,” he continues, and I can hear the playful grin in his voice, the obvious enjoyment of how turned on I already am. His fingers spread my folds as he circles my clit softly, just the same way Callum’s tongue did yesterday.Fuck.Even the thought of it feels naughty, like I shouldn’t be able to have the two of them so close together. But it’s not like it would be the first time…
He grasps my thigh, lifting it a little and resting it on the stool beneath the kitchen island and then pulling my shorts down. He lets out a groan at the sight of me, and before I know what’s happening, he’s on his knees behind me, his tongue swirling hungrily around my slit for just a second before he straightens back up.
“Sorry,” he murmurs, though there’s no real hint of apology in his voice as he wraps his arm around my waist once more. “Couldn’t resist…”
I look back at him, and he closes his mouth onto mine as he takes his cock into his hand, guiding it against my slit. He rubs his thick head against me for a moment, teasing me with the promise of more, and then, one hand splayed on my belly to keep me steady, slowly sinks himself into me like he’s enjoying every moment.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” he groans, and the open expression of his desire for me is enough to make every muscle in my body tense. I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe how badly I want this. I thought there would be a part of me that would doubt or second-guess this, being with the guys again so soon after each other, but instead, my body seems to ache for each and every one of them individually, whatever good sense I had knocked entirely loose by the certainty of my need.
Dylan moves into me deep, the kitchen filling with the sound of our bodies coming together. I can feel his hot breath in my ear, the rasping sound of how much he wants me, and it sends another shock of pleasure through me. His hand works its way down from my belly to find my clit as he moves inside of me, and the mesh of sensation, internal and external, draws a whimper from between my lips.
“That’s my girl,” he tells me softly, his hips flexing as they come flush with mine over and over again. “I want to feel you come for me, Angelie. Come on my cock…”
He continues to whisper the filthiest demands into my ear, and it’s all I can do to keep my grip on the counter. I’m glad to be propped up on the stool, because if I wasn’t, I’m pretty sure my legs would give out from underneath me. But I get the feeling that’s exactly what he wants, for me to be pushed to that point of no return, to make me feel a pleasure that only he can gift me.
