Page 65 of Kiss of Smoke

But it had been more than a few days. Claiming they didn’t want to hurt me, he and Lachlan had insisted on a series of plugs, starting small and graduating to a larger one every couple of days. Now it had been a week and I was ready to murder them if they didn’t deliver on their promise to give me “the real thing.”

“Yes,” I gasped now, my panties flooding with moisture as he gave the plug another nudge. “I think I’d like some variety. But…oh God, I’m going to come.”

With a growl, he swept me into his arms. “Not yet, you’re not.” He strode from the room and descended the tower steps at a near-run. At the bottom, he cranked his speed to inhuman levels, and before I knew it he was shouldering his way into Lachlan’s room.

“You found her,” Lachlan said, turning from the fireplace.

And, oh wow, he wore nothing but a pair of silky pajama pants. As the dizziness from the trip downstairs faded, I let my gaze roam his rippling abs and broad shoulders. I’d clung to them more than once over the past week as Alec had thrust into me from behind. I’d also straddled them as Lachlan devoured my sex, his tongue making me scream myself hoarse.

“You’re blushing,” he murmured, drawing near as Alec put me down. “Thinking wicked thoughts, Chloe lass?”

“It’s your fault,” I grumbled. “Both of you.”

Alec grabbed my hips from behind and pulled me against him. “Guilty,” he said, already kissing my neck.

Lachlan went to work on my front, lifting my shirt over my head and tossing it aside. His eyes lit up when he saw my bra. “I love these front clasps.” He snapped the plastic with a deft flick of his fingers, spilling my breasts.

Alec reached around me and cupped them, almost as if he presented them to Lachlan. And that was exactly what he did, because Lachlan immediately lowered his head and took a nipple in his mouth.

“Oh…yes.” I let my head loll on Alec’s shoulder as desire pummeled me. Every draw of Lachlan’s mouth was like a wire running straight to my sex. They hadn’t even touched me there and already my clit throbbed so hard it bordered on pain. Alec lifted my breasts, his fingers caressing and kneading as Lachlan feasted.

But I needed more. “Please,” I gasped, my sex clenching and my ass rippling around the plug. I wasn’t even nervous about accommodating them both anymore. I just needed them to fuck me. “More, please.”

Always attuned to my needs, they lifted and carried me to the bed. My jeans and panties disappeared, and then I was stretched on my back with Alec tonguing my nipples and Lachlan sucking my clit.

He lifted his head and pinned me with a look so scorching it was a wonder my hair didn’t catch fire. “You look so sexy with this plug, lass. I’ll never grow weary of seeing a jewel nestled in your luscious bottom.”

I knew what he saw because I’d spent quite a bit of time examining myself in my bathroom mirror. And I had to admit the sight was…mesmerizing. Each plug they’d inserted was tipped with a gem, and I’d turned this way and that in the mirror, entranced by the way the stone gleamed between my cheeks. And I knew the guys found it just as entrancing because they never missed an opportunity to touch and admire it, which inevitably reduced me to a puddle of lust.

“As much as I like it, though,” Lachlan said now, “I think you need”—he flicked his tongue over my clit—“something”—another flick—“bigger.”

“Yes,” I said, my plea more breath than sound.

Alec released my nipple, and a look of understanding passed between the men. In a flash, they’d removed their clothes and Alec had propped himself against the pillows in a reclining position with me straddling his lap.

I braced myself for him to lift me and lower me onto his cock. Instead, Lachlan bent his dark head between us, took Alec’s shaft deep into his mouth, and launched straight into a vigorous blow job.

“Fuck,” Alec gasped, his body jerking beneath me. He palmed the back of Lachlan’s head, which brushed my stomach as Lachlan bobbed up and down. “Oh…that’s…fuck.”

My eyes widened at Lachlan’s skill. He took Alec to the root on every pass, swallowing Alec’s thick cock without gagging or slowing his pace. And it was mind-numbingly hot. The sight. The sounds. The way Alec sprawled on the pillows, his chest heaving as he obviously struggled to keep his orgasm at bay. His hand clenched in Lachlan’s hair, his fingers twitching. After a minute, he tugged hard at the dark strands. “Need to come. Almost…fucking there.”

Lachlan straightened abruptly, abandoning Alec’s cock, which flopped heavy and damp on Alec’s stomach.

Alec dropped his head back and groaned. “I hate you.”

Lachlan laughed. “You love edging. Don’t try to deny it.”

“It’s a love, hate relationship,” Alec said with a heavy sigh.

After a month of Lachlan’s bedroom antics, I had to agree. He was a master at edging—at taking Alec and me right up to the brink of an orgasm just to snatch us back at the last second. But when he finally let us come…

I shivered, and he turned lustful eyes to me. “Och, lass, you’re looking awfully lonely.” He cupped my splayed sex with an open palm, then slipped his middle finger between my sodden lips and rubbed my clit. He grasped Alec’s cock in his other hand and stroked it, prompting Alec to release another frustrated groan.

Lachlan ignored him. “What do you say, sweetheart?” he asked me in a voice like gravel. “You want Alec’s big cock inside you?”

“Yes.” God, I was nearly salivating for it. Even as Lachlan’s finger circled my clit, I couldn’t tear my gaze off his hand working Alec’s shaft. His fist slid up and down the glistening length in steady strokes, raising beads of pearly white moisture at the swollen tip. Groaning again, Alec put an arm over his eyes and bit his lip.

“This isn’t about him,” Lachlan said, stopping his strokes to squeeze Alec’s shaft in a brutally tight grip.

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