I frowned but forced them open, rewarded by Aidan’s hungry smile. He watched me shift and writhe like he was storing the details away from later.
“What did you think about?”
“Doing my job. Getting faster,” I snapped.
He chuckled at that. “No, that’s not what got you all hot for us. What happened when we went and got food?”
“Sen…” My words died away as Peter’s palm began to move, pushing his fingers deeper into me while the flat dragged across my clit.
“Sen did what, love?”
I growled at Aidan, making his grin widen, but I was pleased to see him pull back a little.
“I just stroked his bloody palm, and I felt hot all over, turned on. It was like going straight from just being at work to…now.”
“He made you ache deep inside?”
“Yes.”
“Made you want him to slide his hand up your thigh?”
“Yes.”
“Had you—”
“I could see you two holding me down and him having his way with me, clear as the hand in front of my face. I could hear it, see it, feel it. It got me really hot, and I tried to sit there, like a good little girl, until the end of my shift.”
“Mm…I could work with that,” Peter said.
I cried out when he pulled his hand away, sucking his fingers clean before unbuttoning his jeans. He gripped his cock with one hand and my wrists with his other, holding them firmly but not painfully behind my back.
“Man, that does beautiful things to your body,” Aidan said, sliding his hands up and down my thighs. I flexed against Peter’s grip, surprised to feel his grip loosening a little.
Nothing can hold you down, not unless you want it, my Tirian said.
And apparently, I wanted it. I relaxed into the tight position, then looked Aidan straight in the eyes.
“Put your fingers inside me.”
His eyebrows jumped up at that, but his smile was a pleased one, his touch ticklish at first, gently, gently opening me up.
“Aidan…” I moaned.
“Stop fucking around,” Peter growled. My eyes jerked around to see his fist encircling his massive cock. Here, in the cold light of day, I could see just what he was packing, which I admit, was a little disconcerting, but then he slid his hand up and down its length, making the head swell a vicious deep red.
“This what you want, love?” Aidan watched my face as his fingers worked their way in, seemingly hungry for every reaction. “You want to play at being powerless, at being at our mercy? That’s a delicious little kink you’ve got there. We could force you to come and keep on coming, past the point where you want to stop, each orgasm tearing through you with more and more violence, until you just want to cry out.”
“Yes…” My voice was little other than a prolonged hiss.
“Each of us fighting over the pleasure of giving you yours.” His thumb pressed down hard on my clit, making me jump, but Peter held me fast. “Watching you come apart.”
I couldn’t look into his eyes anymore, my head lolling back, putting even more tension on my tortured shoulders. I wouldn’t be able to hold this position for long, but I didn’t need to. He beckoned it closer with his come-hither movement, a familiar prickling at the base of my spine heralding what was to come.
Stars burst behind my eyes as the most exhilarating of pleasures spread through me, my cunt feeling helpless as it spasmed around Aidan’s fingers, only underscored by Peter’s hold. Aidan tested out his words, pushing me further and further, until I wiggled free of both of them.
I sat on the back seat of a car that stank of sex, watching Aidan unzip his jeans and wrap his still damp fingers around his hard cock, using me as his lubricant. His brow knotted as he made his first stroke, long and slow.
But not Peter. His rhythmic little pants registered now, his strokes almost a blur. I crawled forward as he rasped my name, pushing his hand away and replacing it with my mouth.