Behind closed doors might still be on the table, though.
“I don’t know, going out in a blaze of glorious revenge sounds like a pretty enticing retirement plan, if nothing else.” My breath hitches as Boden finally reaches my nipple, flicking and rolling it beneath his thumb.
Taking my lack of protest as encouragement, Cin continues his languid exploration, hooking his finger in the elastic of my underwear. Starting at my outer thigh, he traces the arcing path with agonizing slowness. By the time his knuckle brushes between my legs, I’m desperate for whatever small relief they’re willing to give. We’re far enough away from the party that I highly doubt anyone will stumble across us unless they’re actively searching for where we disappeared to, but sneaking around only makes it that much more thrilling.
It’s been years since I’ve felt so much,so unrepentantlyalive. They’re horrible influences, devils on my shoulders that don’t even need to whisper in my ears. Their touches alone are seductive enough to have me going along with their bad ideas. And that’s what this is, I know it; a terrible idea. We shouldn’t be doing this, not here, not now.
But I can’t think of a single reason to stop when the worst thing that can happen is we get thrown out of somewhere we don’t want to be, anyway.
The sun dips steadily below the horizon, turning Cinjin into little more than a dark silhouette. He rotates his hand to stroke along my slit, ending with a teasing flick over my clit. Adjusting his hand between my legs, he uses two fingers to spread me open, slowly sinking a single digit into my slick heat. A few pumps later, he pulls his hand away despite my soft sound of protest.
Sucking his finger into his mouth, he releases a quiet, tortured groan. “Fucking hell, you taste delicious.”
Before I can blink, he’s thrusting two fingers back inside of me, his careful control slipping as I lift my hips to ride his hand, encouraging him to pick up the pace. Boden slides his palm off of my breast to wrap around my throat, squeezing gently. My gasp is quickly muffled as he claps his other hand over my mouth, tilting my head to the side.
His voice is a low growl in my ear, sending another shiver through me. “If you want to stop, just say the word. But if you don't want someone to catch us here, you're going to have to stay quiet.”
Breath hitching in my chest, I involuntarily tighten around Cin’s fingers, arching further into Bo’s touch. Cinjin’s voice is gravelly as he hooks his fingers, his brother’s hand the only thing keeping my moan trapped in my throat. “Yeah, that’s not actually the threat you think it is, Bo.” He adds a third finger and I shift my hips, eyes fluttering shut as pressure already begins building.
Releasing my mouth and throat, Bo slides a hand beneath my thigh, capturing my leg to spread them wider. "That true, gorgeous? You want someone to find you here like this, with our fingers buried inside of you?”
I’m spared the embarrassment of answering as he tightens his hold on my thigh, driving two fingers inside of me alongside Cin’s. The two work in tandem to drive my need to blistering levels, leaving me a panting mess. Abruptly he rises to his feet, pulling me with him. I bite back a small whimper as Cinjin slips away, the new position sending Bo’s hooked fingers even deeper.
Cin steps in to trap me between the two of them, feathering a line of kisses across my jaw. “No, she wants more, don’t you, sweet girl?”
When I still don’t answer, they both stop toying with me, and I squeeze my eyes shut tight. But I’m too far gone to accept stopping right now simply because I’m embarrassed to admit it out loud, and force the word out, knowing full well it’ll make me complicit, put any fallout on my shoulders, too.
“Yes.”
The rumbling in Bo’s chest vibrates against my back as he presses his lips against the side of my neck. “Do you want them to hear the way you cry out our names when you come?” He slips his fingers out of my pussy to capture my other thigh, spreading my legs wide open, completely exposing me to anyone that might come our way. “If you want to give them a show, pretty girl, we can make it one they won’t forget.”
“Look at me, Sabrina,” Cin commands, tenderly cupping my jaw. Forcing myself to open my eyes, I attempt and fail to ignore my sprinting heartbeat. There’s no judgment in Cinjin’s gaze, though, only heated longing. “Are you okay?”
Wetting my lips, I nod, rushing out the words. “I’m more of a heat of the moment type of person. My own worst enemy, but as soon as I stop thinking, I’m good.”
A wicked smirk lights up his face as he withdraws a condom from his pocket. “Then if you're not worried about being quiet, there's no reason we shouldn't make you scream.”
Making quick work of freeing himself and rolling it over his length, he shoves my underwear aside. As he runs the tip of his cock over my slick entrance, I try to wrap my legs around his waist, but Bo’s immovable, leaving me at their mercy. His fingers dig into my flesh and I clench around nothing, the vulnerable position sending more heat through my system.
With agonizing slowness, Cin keeps his thrusts shallow and teasing. “Oh fuck,” I gasp as he slides in another couple of inches, the slight twinge of being stretched giving me the barest taste of what to expect.
Chuckling, he licks his thumb and circles my clit until I’m squirming with needy desperation for relief. “Fuck, you’re so responsive to every touch. You can take it, angel, I believe in you. Besides, you secretly love a little pain, don’t you?”
He suddenly snaps his hips, burying himself to the hilt. I cry out, fisting his shirt to keep him from retreating, the flash of pain a relief that eases the ache in the best of ways. Palming the nape of my neck, he slams his lips into mine with his next thrust. Nails digging into his flesh at the base of his spine, I urge him faster, deeper.
He matches my desperation with a grunt, stealing one of my legs and wrapping it around his waist. Slinging the other over his arm, it frees up Bo to slide a hand down my stomach, diving beneath my bunched up skirt to pay attention to my neglected clit. My breathing grows ragged as heat coils in my belly, and I roll my tongue against his. Using the small leverage I have, I grind against him, bouncing faster, chasing my release.
Tearing his lips from mine with a snarl, he moves his grip from the back of my neck to my throat, barely squeezing, and I tighten around him with a slew of unintelligible curses. Quickly leaning forward, I muffle my scream in his shoulder.
“Oh fuck,” he stutters, threading his fingers through my hair to hold me in place as I bite down, hips bucking erratically as he comes with a string of curses and praises.
With a savage sound, Bo uses the arm banded around my stomach to rip me off of his brother, setting me on my feet facing the bench, my legs shaking. Without preamble, he presses a hand between my shoulders to bend me over, kicking my legs apart. Tearing my panties at the hip until they fall to my ankle, he sinks into me in a solid, punishing stroke that has me choking on a shout. My nails dig into the cushion as he grips my hips, fucking me relentlessly.
“Say you’re ours,” he demands, bending over my back and forcing one of my knees onto the bench, my cheek pressing down into the cushion and ass high in the air. “Mine.” He rapidly strums my clit, never ceasing his brutal thrusts.
“Yours,” I agree breathlessly, able to do little more than hold on for the ride.
I try to turn, and as soon as he picks up on what I’m after, he pulls out long enough to flip me onto my back, throwing both of my legs over his shoulders. Lining himself up, he pushes back in, pinning my knees against my chest and hitting so deep that a strangled cry slips out before I can bite it back, echoing down the hallway. His next driving thrust has me whimpering for relief simply from the overwhelming, all-consuming intensity that threatens my sanity, while simultaneously begging for more.
