I flash a smile at Finn before turning to wash my hands in the sink. He’s holding Peabody. Dante grabs a paper towel.
“Someone got bored waiting for you two and scratched at my door.”
Dante wraps his arms around me to wash his hands in the sink. Our hands tangle and a desperate longing for more rushes through me. I lean back into his warmth, feeling much more content than before. He dries his hands and turns to Finn. Peabody lets out an excited yip and I figure that means Dante took him.
As I dry my hands, warmth coats my back and Finn wraps his arms around my waist.
“I could have helped you, flower.” His lips brush my ear, sending a delightful shiver through me. His body presses tight against mine and I can feel how much he wants me.
My insides tighten with need. I can imagine doing the exact same thing with Finn, but he’d make it different. It wouldn’t be like Dante. That’s what makes this exciting.
They’re all different. They all make me want them, but every touch is new and electric. Every kiss is exactly what I need.
Finn’s hands trail up the outsides of my thighs as he kisses the nape of my neck. My breath comes out in pants. I drop my chin to my chest as his tongue slides up my spine and his hands slip under my nightgown.
He hooks his fingers into my panties and drags them down until they flutter to my ankles.
I draw in a sharp breath. “Finn.”
“Shh, flower. Dante got a taste. Now it’s my turn.” He leans into me, pressing me down to the counter. His hard cock rubs against my pussy with only his boxers between us. He whispers, “I could slide inside you right now.”
I whimper because part of me is desperate to feel that. To have his thick cock deep inside me.
“But we’ll figure that out later, flower.” His hands spread my ass cheeks and he grinds his cock against my pussy. “Soon. I’m going to thrust inside you and take you so fucking high you’ll never want to come down.”
I gasp out a breath at the fire raging inside me. Finn wraps his hand around my hip and his fingers rub over my clit. My heart pounds in rhythm with the throbbing need between my legs, but he doesn’t push his fingers into my pussy.
His cock grinds against me, hard and thick. His boxers are in the way. I want his skin on mine.
“You’re soaking my boxers, flower. You need a thick cock in your pussy, don’t you?” He dips his other hand between us and thrusts his finger in and out quickly.
I rock back against him, seeking more, wanting more.
He pulls his finger out and I groan. He chuckles as he drags his finger up to my asshole.
“I can’t wait to take you here, flower.” He eases his wet finger into my puckered hole.
I moan at the sensation of his finger penetrating me there. It’s different, but so fucking good. He presses his hips against me, pushing me into the counter, sliding his covered cock against my pussy while his finger works my clit and his other finger is buried in my asshole.
“I want to take you here.” He thrusts his finger in and out of my ass as his hips rock his cock against my pussy. He sucks on my nape, sending sparks scattering through me. “I want a cock in all of your holes, flower. Dante in your sweet pussy. Me in your ass. And Wyatt in your mouth. Can you handle that, flower?”
“Finn,” I whisper as the image pushes me over the edge. I bite my lip as I come around his finger.
“That’s my good girl.” He sucks on my neck, pushing me higher again and I shatter. “You’re going to love being fucked, flower.”
My fingers clench on the edge of the counter as he keeps fucking my ass with his finger and grinding against my pussy. He’s keeping me wound so fucking tight that every time I fall, he lifts me back up.
His hand leaves my clit and he lowers his boxers. His cock slides between my pussy lips. Will he finally take me?
“I want to feel your pussy on my cock when I come,” he whispers into my neck before thrusting his cock back and forth over my clit. His finger follows the same rhythm in my ass. I’m not coming back down. I’m so high, pushing back against his finger, seeking more, craving more.
Crying out, I come. He groans against my neck and his warm cum hits my thighs.
“Fuck, flower.” He draws his finger out of my ass and grabs a paper towel to help clean up the mess as I stay in place, trying to catch my breath.
Dante chuckles. “This would be less messy with a condom.”
“But also less thrilling.” Finn reaches around me to wet a paper towel and cleans me thoroughly, his mouth following behind to kiss and suck my ass cheeks. I lean my head on my hands on the counter.
