"Go take a shower. And don't you dare touch that pretty pussy before I tell you to."
8
DANI
Dinner feels like it takes forever. When the boys finally finish stuffing hamburgers in their mouths, I've already picked the label off my beer bottle while waiting for them to finish. Although based on Aiden's occasional sly glances, there's a good chance he's teasing me on purpose.
"Should we watch a movie?" he asks, looking at Max as he throws the last of their paper plates away. He sounds so unassuming that his next question catches me completely by surprise—despite the fact that I knew it was coming. "Or do you want to help me fuck Dani?"
Max jerks his head up to stare at his best friend. "What?"
A devious grin slides across Aiden's face. "You heard me. Dani got all kinds of turned on watching us sweat and shoot things, and now she'd like us to fuck her."
Max turns to look at me with a raised eyebrow. "Is that so?" he asks in a deep rumble that immediately sends a bolt of pleasure through my body. I can only bite my lip to stifle the moan that wants to slip out, and nod.
I swear I watch him transform from nice guy to dominant right before my eyes. He gives me a blatant once-over, taking his time looking over every inch of my body. Then he steps up to me and grips my chin so he can tilt it up and get my full expression. "I need your words, Dani. I won't touch you like that unless you ask me to."
My answer slips out immediately. "Yes," I say breathlessly. "Yes, I want both of you. Please."
Max grins and lets go of my chin. "She begs so prettily," he says, turning to look at his best friend.
Aiden chuckles. "And we haven't even started yet."
"I have one request," I say suddenly, pulling the boys' attention back to me. They both look at me with a brow quirked in question. "When we do this, I want both of you, at the same time. I want you to give me everything."
At that, Aiden's gaze erupts with desire. He steps around the kitchen island and comes up behind me, his hands settling on my waist and his lips starting to kiss along my neck. He already seems lost in a cloud of lust because his voice is breathy when he says, "I think we can handle that."
And then there are no more questions.
I turn toward Aiden so I can run my hands over his chest as he continues to kiss my neck. He grips my hips, pulling me flush against him, and I can feel how turned on he is already. I'm completely focused on and distracted by his body against mine, when suddenly I feel the heat of a body come up behind me, a hardness pressing against my ass.
And when hands slide along my ribs to cup my tits before giving my nipples a vicious pinch, I drop my head back against Max's shoulder with a moan.
"Fuck," Aiden groans when he pulls back to look at the sight before him. He stares at his best friend playing with my nipples for a moment before saying, "Let's move this into the bedroom before I lose my goddamn mind and fuck you right here on the counter."
"I wouldn't mind that," I say breathily.
"I would," he growls. "I can't fuck you in the right positions out here." And before I can respond with anything else, he grabs my hand and drags me down the short hallway to his bedroom, Max silently following.
When the door shuts behind us, Aiden spins me around so I'm facing away from him again. For a moment, I have no idea what he wants, because he simply holds me by the hips and aims us both to look at Max. It gives me a chance to really study his expression for a moment. He doesn't seem impatient, or nervous, or anything besideshungry. Forme.
"Kiss him," Aiden whispers in my ear.
And I do just that. He's already close, but I shift slightly closer until I can feel my breasts brushing against Max's chest with every excited inhale. I let my gaze travel over his face for a moment, taking in not only his expression, but also his windswept black hair, his flawless skin, and his lips, only inches from mine and begging to be licked.
He lets me look, watching me in the same way I’m watching him. And then he moves.
His lips take mine in a slow, seductive kiss. I usually expect guys his age to kiss hungrily, passionately, like they just want to up the intensity so they can get to the fucking parts. But that's not what Max does. He kisses me like he's got all the time in the world, like he'd be just as content to kiss me as he would to fuck me.
Like he knows exactly how good he is at the seduction game, and he wantsmeto be the one to beg for the next part.
It feels different than it does with Aiden. I still prefer Aiden's more intense, barely-leashed way of slow kissing, but I can't say Max's technique isn't making my knees go weak. Especially when his tongue slides lazily across my lower lip at the same time that Aiden's hands start to drift under my tank top to cup my breasts.
"You look so good between us like this," he whispers in my ear. "I can't wait to see how you look when you're taking both of us at the same time."
I can't help it—I let out a needy whimper. I try to kiss Max harder, try to beg him to give me more, but the bastard pulls away instead.
"What do think we should do with her first?" he ponders, brushing his thumb across my lower lip with a heated gaze. "Her lips do seem like they would look amazing wrapped around a cock."