Page 85 of Our Little Dove

Agreed. See you soon. Send us the address.

Now, since you mentioned sucking, and your pretty mouth isn’t here … Darlin’, why don’t you come to my room, and we can really start the day right.

Alex:

Unbelievable!

Chuckling at Alex’s text, Kieran opens the door to my room. As he leans against the doorframe, his tall, gorgeously inked frame fills the space. His piercing green eyes scan me from top to bottom, lingering on my naked body.

“Enjoying the view?” I taunt, my hand moving to stroke my hard cock while the other squeezes around my phone before placing it onto the nightstand beside me.

“Always.” He chuckles, stepping into my room and closing the door behind him. His eyes haven’t wavered from mine. The lust that swirls in his gaze is an adrenaline kick in itself.

“Come here, Darlin’.” My voice drops lower, a smirk plastered across my face as he advances closer to me. “I want to taste your lips after you’ve tasted me.”

“Yeah?” He smirks, running a tongue over his lower lip. “You want my mouth on you,Mo mhuirnín?” His accent wrapsaround the words like velvet – a sentiment that sends a shudder down my spine.

Hmm, the way Gaelic rolls off his tongue is enough to set me on edge. “My Darling”. I’ll ignore the fact that he called me by the nickname I gave him.

I groan with approval, the smirk never leaving my face, even when he’s mere inches away. My heart hammers against my chest as his hand lands on my thigh, brushing against the skin.

The light touch turns into a firm grip as he positions himself between my legs, pushing them further apart and claiming the space as his own.

A chuckle escapes me at his assertiveness. His eyes glint with amusement but it quickly turns into something predatory, something fucking dark and alluring.

His fingers graze along my hard length and that’s it - I’m not one for patience. “Quit playing around,” I growl at him. He raises an eyebrow at my response but doesn’t argue, instead leaning down and meeting me halfway for a searing kiss.

His lips are hot and demanding. A low moan escapes me as he grips me tighter. There’s no denying the tension between us. It radiates off him in waves - matching my own.

“Enough teasing,” I murmur against his lips before pulling slightly away from him. He chuckles before inching back and descending his warm mouth on my cock. The sudden pleasure blinds me and I gasp, my fingers digging into his dark hair.

“Fuck, yes,” I hiss through gritted teeth as he continues to work me over with his mouth. His gaze flickers up to mine, dark and heated, and I know he’s enjoying this just as much as I am.

“Hmm,” he hums as I start thrusting my hips to the rhythm of his movements. Through the haze of our shared pleasure, thoughts of Alex surge back into focus. That little Dove who stirred up this hornet’s nest in us - she is a force of nature: fiery and untamed.

Her presence in our lives has sparked a different kind of flame in me.

God, I want her here. I want her screaming our names as Kieran fucks her while I fuck him. I want to hear her beg and plead for more as we switch places and take turns. The thought of her squirming while we claim all her holes is so fucking alluring.

Fintan moans loudly as I suck his cock, trailing my tongue over each of the metal bars lining the underside. I look up at him, but his eyes are no longer on me.

“My turn. Fuck me like you are imagining fucking her,” I growl as I get up and move to sit on the bed. “Hmm, feeling possessive today?” he smirks, “Cute, it’s not quite what I was imagining but I will gladly oblige,” he purrs, stroking his hard length.

I scoff as I get up to leave his room but before I can take a step toward the door, he jumps from the bed and grabs me by the back of my neck.

His grip tightens, and he uses his other hand on my shoulder to turn and push me so fast that I lose my balance and fall to the edge of the mattress on my hands.

“Fuck,” I grit out in shock, but before I can say anything else, he is close behind, his hand never leaving my neck as he leans over my back with his cock pressed against me.

“Why the fuck are you still wearing these?” he growls against my back as he slips his fingers into the waistband of my sweatpants, pulls, and lets the elastic snap hard against my skin.

I hiss from the sting as Fintan tugs the sweatpants down my hips. I can feel the cool morning air on my exposed skin as he exposes more of my flesh to him.

He presses his naked body against mine, his erection throbbing against my ass. I can feel the heat radiating from him, his lust palpable in the room. His hand still gripping the back of my neck, he forces me to crawl higher onto the bed.

I whimper softly as he slides his hand down my back, his fingers finding my asshole. I gasp at the sudden invasion, my hips bucking back against him as he slides one finger inside.

“You love this, don’t you?” he murmurs in my ear, his voice a low growl. “You love being taken; being owned.”

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