“Straddle me,” I demanded from Brant.
He obliged, his powerful thighs caging me and I took his cock in my mouth, determined now more than ever to give him the pleasure he’d given me.
“Jesus, Claire.” Brant growled low in his throat.
It was hard to concentrate with Kieran’s tongue proving that he was one of the most gifted of men, but if I hadn’t had Brant to focus on, I already would’ve dissolved into bliss. There was so much sensation, I didn’t know what to feel or how to distill it down to one thing. Brant pulled away just as my climax hit me and I didn’t protest, all I could do was whimper and let the waves carry me where they would.
Kieran’s fingers dug into my thighs and I knew I’d have bruises the next day, and I kind of wanted them. I wanted to remember this had actually happened.
Kieran was up on the bed with us and I was pressed between them. Suddenly, it occurred to me that there were two of them and one me. That meant if we were all going to be pleasured someone would have to—I opened my mouth to speak and Kieran kissed me, silencing my protests.
His hands, Brant’s hands, they moved over my skin, teasing and taunting, driving my desire that had been so recently quenched back to a frenzied pitch.
I twisted my head away from Kieran and his kiss to Brant. He kissed me too, but it was softer, sweeter. He moved to the corner of my mouth, to my cheek, then to the shell of my ear where he whispered, “Trust me.”
If anyone else had said that, I would have called bullshit. But I did trust him.
“If it’s uncomfortable, or you don’t like it, I’ll stop. I won’t hurt you.”
I believed him. Even when he twisted away and pulled out a small bottle of lube from my nightstand that I hadn’t put there. He’d planned this, but I knew if I told him I didn’t want to do this, he’d stop.
The truth was that I did want to do it.
Kieran turned me back to him and pulled my leg up high on his hip so that I was spread for them both. Brant kissed my neck, and his hand slid down over my belly and between Kieran and I to rub my clit.
We all moved together in unexpected synchronicity, writhing and seeking more friction. Kieran wasn’t shy about demanding all of my attention, and whenever I’d try to turn to kiss Brant, he’d turn me back to him.
When Kieran pushed into me, I’d expected a symphony or something. But it wasn’t special, there wasn’t any connection. It felt good, of course, he knew what he was doing. It just wasn’t…how I fantasized. Maybe that was the problem, I’d fantasized about him for too long for the reality to ever measure up.
I concentrated on the sensation, on what it was like to feel so worshipped and beautiful. Brant was ever so careful with me, teasing me and driving my arousal as high as he could before he eased against my opening. I stiffened, but Brant’s voice in my ear soothed me.
“Remember, I won’t hurt you. Only pleasure, sweetheart.”
His fingers kept teasing me, keeping me just at the edge, but knowing somehow when I was about to careen over the ledge. He was oh-so careful and when he was inside me too, I was almost afraid to feel it. Afraid that it would go from pleasant to pain, but it didn’t.
I was so full, so stretched, and I wasn’t sure if I was dying or being reborn. Maybe both. I wanted it to last forever, but I wanted it to be over too. I needed to see the end of the spiral, I was falling too fast and I wanted to land somewhere good.
Kieran leaned over my shoulder. “Let her come.”
We were a tangle of limbs, sweat, and bliss when I was finally launched over the edge. I was aware of nothing but starbursts and earthquakes.
I lay there, shuddering as I fell back into myself and Brant was already up and getting dressed.
“Where you going?” I mumbled, my lips numb. In fact, my whole face was numb, my fingertips and toes were tingling.
“I’ve still got to go to work.” He kissed my cheek and looked at me for a long moment. “I’ll miss you, Claire.”
“I’ll miss you, too.” I didn’t want him to go.
“Will you miss me too, Brant?” Kieran raised a brow and a self-satisfied grin spread across his face.
“No, jackass. You have to work, too. Remember?”
Kieran shrugged. “Fuck it. I’m staying right here.”
“You can come back over after work,” I offered.
“I’ll call you.” He kissed me again and got out of there like my face was on fire.
The part of me that wanted to be naïve wondered what was wrong with him, but deep down I knew. He didn’t want to come back to go to bed with Kieran and I, he wanted to be with me. Kieran was supposed to be disposable and Brant entered in to this knowing that Kieran wasn’t a throwaway for me.