Knox moved behind me, and I found myself holding my breath even as I took Kieran’s cock deep in my throat. When Knox aligned his cock with my entrance and pushed in, I groaned loudly.
Kieran hissed. “Fuck, that feels good. Make her do that again, Knox.”
He did, retreating slowly, pushing in, stretching me as he filled me. He wasn’t in a rush, which allowed me to savor the friction as his cock dragged over delicate nerve endings. I mimicked the movements with my mouth, taking Kieran in deep, pulling off of him.
It was the most sinful thing I’d ever experienced, but I had the feeling this was only the beginning.
Kieran’s hand enveloped mine, where I was still playing with his balls. He squeezed, forcing me to apply more pressure than I ever would have. The more pressure, the louder the rumbling in his chest became.
Behind me, Knox continued to screw me at a leisurely pace, ratcheting up the tension in my body until I thought I was going to snap.
“I think she needs more,” Knox said.
“Mmm-hmm,” I moaned around the cock filling my mouth.
Kieran hissed again, and this time he moved my hand around his shaft. I stroked him in tandem to my mouth, working over him.
“Bloody hell,” he hissed. “I’ll come in your mouth, love.” He breathed in deep. “Is that what you want?”
More than my next breath. I’d go so far as to say I craved it. The power that came with making such a powerful, enigmatic man come was a heady thing.
As my bobbing became more erratic, so did Knox’s hips. He began fucking me faster, impaling me harder. His arm curled across my chest, holding me tightly, but he continued to rock me, working Kieran’s cock into my mouth.
A sharp gasp sounded seconds before I felt Kieran’s cock pulse against my tongue. I wrapped my lips tightly around him and drew him deep into my mouth as he came with a ragged groan.
No sooner did I release Kieran than Knox pulled me back against him, driving into me fast and hard. I leaned into him, pressing my ass against his hips, taking every delicious thrust. I was panting, riding the high that I’d only ever experienced at their hands.
“I’m close,” I warned. “Oh, God.”
A thumb pressed lightly against my clit, circled once before pressing down and rubbing enough that I felt the spark ignite in my womb. I screamed as my body convulsed, electricity arcing through my entire being as my orgasm crashed over me. And when Knox came a moment later, it triggered another mini-explosion, had me relaxing into the mattress, hoping they didn’t plan on getting up for the day.
After that, I needed at least an hour to recuperate.
Maybe two.
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Knox
I left Emily and Kieran in bed, hoping she would get a couple more hours of sleep while I got my day started. Kieran wasn’t a late sleeper, so I expected he would be moving about soon enough.
After making a quick trek to the bathroom to clean up, I grabbed a washcloth and returned to do the same for Emily. Sure enough, Kieran had disappeared, and Emily was passed out, a soft snore escaping her as I pressed the warm cloth between her legs. Unable to resist, I pressed a kiss to her lips before returning to the bathroom and discarding the cloth.
Assuming Kieran had gone to start the coffee, I opted for a quick shower. I dressed for the day, one of the many suits I kept here for the times when I visited. I hadn’t spent as much time in Vegas as Kieran had over the past couple of years, but I’d been here enough. Had it not been for him, I never would’ve been able to handle a project of this magnitude. I was one who needed to know everything that was going on, and I preferred to see things for myself. Never had I trusted anyone to get the information that would allow me to make sound decisions. Not until Kieran. I knew he would tell it to me straight if I needed to hear it.
That was part of the reason I’d had him keep track of Emily the past couple of years. He knew what information to provide and which to hold back in order to keep me sane. When it came to Emily, I could’ve monitored every single thing she did, down to what she had for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and Kieran knew that. Hence the reason he’d kept his reports to the essential things, keeping me apprised but not drowning in my obsession.
When I got to the kitchen, I found Kieran seated at the dining room table, his laptop in front of him. He looked deep in thought, so I didn’t interrupt, opting to pour my coffee and watch him.
He was dressed, his suit jacket draped over the back of another chair, his hair still damp from his shower. Although we spent nights together when we were here at the same time, we each had our own space, which for him was the master bedroom on the second floor of the three thousand square foot apartment that I’d had designed specifically for when I was here. While I enjoyed Las Vegas, it wasn’t a place I preferred to spend much time. And for that reason alone, I didn’t feel the need to buy a house that would sit mostly uninhabited while I was elsewhere.
I briefly wondered what Emily would prefer? Would she be content staying in an apartment within the hotel? Or would she prefer a house with a pool? Maybe with a view of the mountains? What about in New York? Was she happy with her high-rise overlooking Central Park? Or would something farther out appeal to her more? She’d grown up on the beach, so maybe I needed to take that into account.
“Good morning.”
Kieran’s greeting pulled me out of my thoughts, had me turning to see that he’d returned to the coffee pot for another cup.
“It was, wasn’t it?” I watched as he poured his coffee.
