Page 102 of Trouble
With rolls to dip and shrimp and rice on the plates in front of each guy, Declan finally takes a seat and pats his knee for me to join him. Unlike my position on Cade, where my weight is evenly distributed—leaving the plug in my ass to just relax—this new position has his knee pushing it in farther. I shift, seeking relief, but Declan splays a hand over my stomach, holding me in place, then slides his fingers between my legs and slowly strums my clit. I’m only wearing a T-shirt because Cade was between my thighs when Declan so rudely interrupted us. Not that I’m sad about it anymore.
What’s odd—and maybe hotter than I’d like to admit—is the way Declan starts up a conversation with Cade, as if I’m not even there.
“How do you feel about the games coming up this week?”
Cade dips a piece of shrimp into the sauce, and with one finger, he pulls my bottom lip down. Then he feeds it into my mouth. As the spicy garlic sauce explodes on my tongue, I lick at my lips to get every last drop, moaning as I do.
“Good,” he says. “It’s taken some time to adjust to all the changes since McGreevey retired, but I like the look of the rookies.”
Declan continues to roll circles on my clit, edging me while he eats and sips wine and talks to Cade.
For every bite Cade takes, he feeds me as well, though he ignores the way I thrash on Declan’s leg, desperate for him to slip a finger inside me. I pulse with the need to be filled, and while I know there’s a method to Declan’s madness, I’m practically delirious with the need to come.
When Cade tries to stick another piece of shrimp into my mouth, I fold my lips and shake my head. “Enough,” I cry. “Please, I need to come. One of you, please.” My need leaves me begging and whiney, and I don’t even care. “Give me your cock. Hell, I’ll take your fingers or your mouths.”
Declan laughs, making my body shake, which only shifts the plug further, making a shudder run through me. Dammit, I hate him so much in this moment. He’s holding me hostage with his hand across mybody. “You just want one cock, sweetheart? We were going to give you two.” His words are a rasp against my ear, and even though he’s taunting me, he slides a single digit inside me, offering a little relief. “But if you only want one?—”
He lets the words hang even as I thrash and beg.
“No,” I breathe, arching back against his shoulder. “I want you both. I need you both.”
“Hear that, baby? She wants you to fill her ass.” He sucks on my earlobe while Cade pushes his chair closer and pulls my legs onto his lap. “Not going to lie, sweetheart. I’m a little jealous you get to feel him inside you like that.”
Cade and I make strangled noises at that. Cade’s is full of shock, while mine is a guttural need.
When Declan snags the hem of my shirt, I lift my arms to make it easier. As it flutters to the floor beside us, I realize that Cade is still staring like he’s lost in the idea that Declan has painted. A dream moment, where Declan lets him fuck his ass. Or maybe being fucked by Declan. All of us fucking one another.
The possibilities are endless, but if one of them doesn’t happen now, I’m going to combust. No more teasing, no more edging.I need to come.
“Give her a finger,” Declan commands. “I want her first orgasm to beours. Just like she is.”
Cade smirks. “Hear that, pretty girl? You’re ours.” He leans forward and works his finger in next to Declan’s, then takes my mouth.
Their fingers work in tandem, pulling moans and incoherent chants from me. I’ve never experienced anything so hot. That is, until Declan grabs Cade’s neck and pulls him in for a bruising kiss. Chest to chest with Cade, his heart pounds against my sternum.
The two of them are licking and grunting in my ear, all the while fucking me with their fingers. I’m pancaked between them, unable to move, engulfed in their heat and loving every minute of it.
Cade pulls back, gasping.
“Play with her tits. She loves that,” Declan mumbles.
An instant later, Cade’s hot mouth is there, his teeth sinking into my flesh, and I’m seeing stars. As an orgasm washesover me, Declan talks me through it, his voice a deep rumble. “That’s right sweetheart, give it to us. Soak our fingers. We need you to be a needy mess so that you can take our cocks in all your holes.”
Screaming, I come so hard I swear I wet the floor, stars dancing in my vision.
“Oh fuck, she squirted everywhere,” Cade mumbles, dropping to his knees. “God, Dec—” He laps at me, desperate. “She tastes so good. You need to try.”
He hauls himself back into his chair and pulls me onto his lap. I’m as limp as a rag doll, unable to control my limbs. Then Declan’s leaning forward and sucking me dry. Cade’s hands roam over my body, tweaking my nipples, fondling me.
I swear I’m in some sort of love-drugged haze, so I have no sense of time. Declan eats me for what could be seconds or maybe hours, and then I’m coming again. As I come down from the high, still shaking, I’m certain I won’t be able to make it through the night.
Declan leans back on his haunches, wiping his mouth, staring up at us both. “Fuck, I don’t think this will ever get old. You in his arms. Watching the two of you together. Kissing you.Pleasuring”—A slow, sexy smile pulls at his lips—“both of you.”
Cade’s heart pounds against my back. It’s what we both want. For Declan to want us. For Declan to wantthis. And god, based upon the hearts in his eyes, I’d say we might just get our wish.
“It’s time,” I say, holding my hand out to the dark, serious man in front of me. He takes it and stands, then pulls me from Cade’s arms and carries me toward the bedroom. Finally, we’re all going to be one.
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