Page 65 of Rise & Fall

“He’s going to hear us, Nol.” I take a deep breath and touch my fingers to my swollen lips. Nolan looks at me so intensely with his dark eyes and I can see the hunger swirling in them.

He settles his mouth on my neck, now leaving soft kisses across my pebbled skin. I let out a little moan but then bite down on his shoulder to try and stifle the noise.

I feel his fingers glide up my leg from my knee where it dangles off the counter and all the way up to my inner thigh. The movement is slow and intentional as he continues kissing on my neck.

One of his hands braces himself by holding on to the back of my neck, and I’m frantically reaching for his shirt trying to get it off. And he leans back just enough for me to tug it over his head and toss it to the floor, his smooth, tattooed chest finally coming into view.

I slide my hands down his frame, hard lines tracing over his abs and his perfect Adonis belt makes my mouth water.

But then he moves back into the other side of my neck at the exact same time his fingers slip under the bottom hem of my short, silk, sleep shorts and makes contact with my panties.

He growls into my neck when he finds me already soaked for him.

“Dakota, I need to touch you please.” His tone is harsh and greedy as he circles the wet spot on the front of my panties.

“He’s going to hear us,” I repeat again.

Suddenly, Nolan’s fingers swipe past the hem of my panties, parting them across my lips and without warning, his finger is entering me.

He pumps hard, just one time.

“One thing?” he asks and I don’t have the energy to do anything but nod into his neck.

“I don’t fucking care if he hears, baby girl.” Then he pumps me again. Once, twice, three more times before adding a second finger.

I feel like Jell-O as he holds me up, moving his hand down my back to grip my hip again while the other hand makes a beautiful mess of my pussy. I rest my head on the cabinet behind me as pleasure ripples through me. I hear the water run in the bathroom, knowing Asher is about to walk out and hear me getting finger fucked so hard on my kitchen counter.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, Dakota. I just need to see.” Nolan creates space by leaning back a little and looking down between us. “Show me, baby.”

I let go of the grip I have on his shoulder and shakily reach down to move the fabric out of the way, allowing him to see how wet and swollen he’s making me.

“Take it baby, make yourself come on my fingers.” Nolan leans in and kisses my lips before pumping his fingers faster in me.

And I feel it. My God, do I feel it. My orgasm ripping through me like a title wave and there’s no way I’m gonna be able to swallow my cries. I touch my clit with my own fingers, circling relentlessly while I ride his hand.

“Cover my mouth,” I demand in lustful pants.

And he does.Just in time.

Everything ignites all at once, crashing down and creating the most visceral need inside me, coming apart as I cry into Nolan’s hand.

“That’s my girl,” Nolan whispers and he slows his finger thrusts and allows me a moment to find a way to breathe.

But I jump at the sound of a door closing near by and I know Asher is about to walk around the corner and find me a soaking mess, blushing from how fucking great Nolan just made me feel.

And maybe, I’ll just sit here. Maybe I’ll let him find me freshly fingered by another man. Not like it matters, because I’m not Asher’s and I really don’t care what he thinks.

Nolan removes his fingers from me, brings them to his mouth and licks my pleasure off him. I feel heat cover my cheeks.

I hear the sound of footsteps approaching. Nolan quickly fixes my panties and shorts, gives me a kiss on the forehead and takes me off the counter. He smooths down my hair before quickly finding his place across from me at the sink, running his hands under the waterrightas Asher steps into view.

“I think my ride is here,” he says.

I stand with my arms crisscross against the counter, my smile doesn’t fade all the way as I watch Asher slowly bring his eyes from me to Nolan. Nolan doesn’t even budge.

Asher is a tad shorter compared to Nolan, maybe only a few inches taller than me. And his features are light compared to Nolan’s dark features. Two men who are complete opposites in every way. And I meaneveryway.

But then, Asher’s eyes move to the kitchen floor and I follow suit.