I woke up with the weight oftwo big bodies pressed against me. My head was resting on Kieran’s shoulder, my arm draped over his chest. Behind me, Knox was spooned against my back, his arm over me, his hand on Kieran’s stomach.
It took a minute to orient myself, but less than that for the memories of last night to come flooding back. Kieran and Knox had alternated fucking me, and it had been … I wasn’t even sure how to describe it because that was what it was. Indescribable. Nothing had ever felt as good as having the two of them touching me, kissing me, filling me. I had loved every second of it.
I waited, wondering if regret would swamp me—that or shame.
Neither came.
Kieran’s hand caressed my forearm, his lips pressing against my forehead.
“You awake, love?”
“Mmm-hmm.” I snuggled closer. “What time is it?”
“Five twenty in New York.”
I groaned. “Which means it’s two twenty here?”
“Aye.”
“And you think we should get up?”
Kieran’s voice lowered to a rough growl. “Love, I’m already up.”
Taking the words as a dare, I slid my hand beneath the sheet, found the hard, hot length of him. My pussy clenched as I recalled how good he had felt inside me last night. I’d never been the object of anyone’s desire, yet last night I’d been theirs. Both of them.
And it had felt right, as though the three of us were meant to be together like that.
Kieran’s hips pumped, pushing his cock into my hand at the same time Knox shifted, pressing more firmly against my back.
“I want to taste you again,” I whispered to Kieran, pressing my behind against Knox’s erection.
Kieran’s response was a cross between a purr and a growl, a soft rumble that vibrated in his chest. I took that as my cue, lifting up on my elbow. He pushed the sheet down, revealing the thick, hard cock I would forever remember in my fantasies. My mouth watered with the need to taste him again, to feel the power that came with that degree of intimacy.
Taking my time, I teased him with my tongue, stroked him with my fingers, enjoying the soft grunts that sounded in his chest. His cock grew impossibly thick in my mouth, the broad head bumping my throat when he would thrust gently.
I was intimately aware of Knox behind me. I assumed he was awake based on his positioning, could feel his gaze on me as I sucked Kieran into my mouth. Every caress of my lips along Kieran’s shaft seemed to bring Knox closer until his hand was over mine, his fingers twining between mine as I continued to pump Kieran’s cock in tandem with my mouth.
My attention went to Knox’s hand even as I licked and sucked. The eroticism of Knox touching Kieran was so much more than I ever anticipated. I wasn’t sure what was happening here, but I waited with bated breath, anticipating more.
It came when Knox dragged my hand from Kieran’s cock and shifted it lower, cupping it around Kieran’s balls.
Kieran hissed, his arm pulling me closer as he pressed his hand against my back. His legs widened as though inviting more of our touch.
“He loves when you fondle his balls, Em,” Knox whispered against my ear.
I wanted to ask if Knox loved when Kieran did the same to him, too, but I refrained. What if my suspicions were wrong? What if they weren’t intimate with one another? I’d read somewhere that Knox was bisexual, but I’d always suspected that was a myth, something stirred by the media because it drew attention. The last thing I wanted was to offend either of them.
“Are you wet?” Knox prompted, his hand releasing mine before gliding down my leg.
I adjusted my position, giving him access to find out for himself.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” he groaned softly, his finger dipping into me.
“Knox,” I moaned, pulling my mouth from Kieran’s cock only briefly.
“You want more?”
I nodded, returned to sucking Kieran’s thick erection, wanting to make him moan and groan the way I was. It didn’t take long.
