His smoldering eyes flick up to glance at me before they close, and he opens his mouth wider on my skin. Biting on me before sucking to soothe the sting.
“Please talk to me.” I gasp when he lets go of my legs, and I’m on my feet. Without hesitation, Severo spins me around so I’m facing the circular mirror placed over the small table holding keys and wallets.
“Should be fucking illegal,” he groans as I feel his fingers trail down my bare spine to where the dress is held together at my hips. “Looking, smelling, tasting so fucking good. Someone’s surely going to heaven for making you so goddamned perfect.”
I snort at his reply, but he ignores me. His hand continues a downward exploration. Gripping the hem of the dress, he lifts it up over my ass, baring me from behind, and my breathing grows labored.
Hot breath is just a millimeter away from my skin, and my thong does nothing to hide me from his view. The light touch of his lips on my cheeks and his palms gripping my thighs from behind has my eyes drifting shut.
I want to talk to him, for him to talk to me, but my body wants whatever it is he’s about to do. My mind screams, "We can talk later". I don’t know that I’ll survive him with the way he’s caressing me. Soft, but possessively.
“I’ve been dreaming of eating this pussy for weeks, princess, fucking weeks.” He’s breathless now, even as I feel him panting against me. “Your smell, it invades me, makes me feel drunk off you.” Shocked to feel his tongue press against me, I jump.
His throaty chuckle makes me shiver as he spreads my legs further and grips a butt cheek in each hand, spreading me wide for his observation. When I feel Severo bury his face between my thighs, I yelp and look over at him as he inhales. His tongue stretches out to lick across the fabric of my thong, making me mewl out my pleasure.
My head drops to my chest as he continues his exploration, so when I feel another set of hands on my body, I let out a moan straight from the soul. Seven drags my head back by my hair and drops a kiss on my lips.
Open-mouthed, tongues dueling, he leaves nothing unclaimed as his other hand unties the top knot of my dress behind my neck.
“It was a rough day,” Seven drawls as he lowers his head to grab the turgid peak of my nipple between his teeth. “We need to fuck.” Our eyes meet in the mirror briefly until Severo does something between my legs that makes my body go limp. “Tell us yes, princess, tell us you’ll be ours.”
“Yes.” As if I could say anything but.
* * *
Severo
I was barely out of the shower when I heard the car pull up. Instantly, I knew it was Aria. The world is brighter when she’s around, even if she’s not in the same room. When I opened the door, she looked terrified, unsure of whether she should be here or not.
My anger from our encounter at the warehouse was heightened just thinking about her not wanting to be with us. My aggressive kiss, followed by how I tugged her around, should have scared her off, but it didn’t. And now that I’ve got her on my tongue, I can’t seem to stop. I want to eat her tasty little cunt until she passes out from pleasure. I want her so enraptured with desire for us that she can’t think of anything else.
I sense the exact moment my brother approaches because she grows wetter, leaking more of her sweet honey onto my tongue. Even through her skimpy white thong, I can drink from her core.
So focused on her pleasure, I don’t hear what Sev says to her, but I know when I hit a sweet spot because she grows limp in our arms. Hearing her sigh the word yes, I tear the fabric of her thong from her body, bringing the shredded material to my nose; I inhale deeply. With eyes closed, I groan as my dick pulses behind my shorts.
“She’s fucking delicious, brother.” Squeezing her hips, I slowly climb to my feet, unable to keep my hands off her body.
Seven’s tongue is down her throat as I begin to unfasten her dress. When she feels the bodice start to fall, her hands capture it in a fit of panic, no matter that Seven won’t let her mouth go or that we don’t care about her scars. Aria is still self-conscious about the burns on her body.
“Can’t hide from us, princess,” I murmur in her ear, trailing kisses along her neck and shoulder to distract her while I untangle the dress from her grip.
She allows the fabric to fall to the ground, and Seven finally pulls back to admire her nude body. Aria has always been petite, but she has hips meant for fucking and thighs that make a man’s mouth water with the need to hold onto them.
“Fucking gorgeous, princess.” She blushes at Seven’s compliment and ducks her head.
The room pulses with a nearly suffocating intensity, and my chest rises with a harshness I’ve only ever felt when hurting a man who has betrayed us. Aria brings out the beast in me, and as much as I want to rut on her like a horny fucking dog, I know we have to go somewhat slowly.
With that thought in mind, my body does what it wants and picks her up over my shoulder. “Severo!” Her voice squeaks as I carry her upstairs.
“Sorry, princess, I can’t wait any longer. Seven might have the patience of a saint because he wants inside this ass, but I’m a simple man with complex needs, and I really fucking need to feel you coming all over my cock right now.” Her gasp tells me all I need to know. She hadn’t thought about what having two men would be like.
She’s damn well doing so now.
“Wait.” She’s out of breath as I reach the bedroom. “Wait, I have to know...” Flipping her over on the bed, I grip the thighs I was admiring previously and spread her wide open as Seven sits on the bed next to her.
“Have to know what?” he asks as I get distracted by her dewy lips and the light sprinkling of curly dark hair between her legs. She’s trimmed neatly in such a way that I think I’d be pissed if her pussy were bald.
“If, when-” I see her hands wave between my brother and me, and I stop what I’m doing to pay closer attention. Even if my dick does cry. “Am I going to have to choose?”