Page 95 of Our Little Dove

The pleasure builds from the delicious feeling, and I slip two of my fingers inside Alex as I lean back down to tease her with my tongue.

Alex’s moans grow louder and more insistent, her body seemingly on the precipice of release. And just as I think shemight shatter under the pleasure building within her, Fintan seizes the moment and replaces his fingers with his cock.

My deep groan nearly sends our little Dove spiraling as the sound vibrates against her sensitive flesh. Fintan tangles his fingers in my hair and yanks me upright with a harsh pull.

My scalp stings and tingles as my back meets his chest. “I want a taste,” he growls in my ear before his other hand grips my jaw, turning my head so he can kiss me fiercely, his tongue demanding entry.

Our tongues dance together, until he is satisfied, grinning against my mouth as Alex starts to whimper at the loss of my touch but the sight seems to make her more desperate.

His grip on my hair tightens, guiding me back to Alex’s pussy as he picks up the pace. With a wicked grin, he says, “See, little Dove, I have no problem watching him eat your pussy, but I never said I won’t be joining.”

“Ah, fuck, I’m gonna come!” Alex screams, bucking her hips as I suck on her clit with my fingers pumping in and out of her.

“Baby, I could listen to your screams all night,” I growl against her as I feel her muscles clench around my digits and her legs start to shake.

“Come on his tongue, Dove,” Fintan lets out behind me, his tone ragged and deep. He fucks me harder, and I feel my own release on the horizon.

His ‘ladder’ feels fucking amazing, and I find myself wondering how Alex’s cunt would feel against my tongue if Fintan gave her aVCH piercing.

“Fuck, yes. Yes. Yes!” Alex howls as she comes, and the sound sends me spiraling as does the taste. Her legs shake violently and before she grips my head with her thighs, Fintan pulls out and pushes me onto my back beside her.

Stroking his cock, he moans, “Come for me, Darlin’.” My mouth glistens from Alex’s release as I flash him a hungry smile and oblige.

I get to work, fucking my own hand as he does the same while he trails his fingers through the wetness between Alex’s legs and pops the digits into his mouth.

Moans fill the room as we find our releases only seconds apart. Alex sits up as if marveling the sight before she leans over and strokes us both, milking every last drop with a wicked smile.

Fintan leans down and rakes his fingers through our come on my abs and smears it over her lips before pulling her close and kissing her.

“That was…” Alex starts, “Fuckin’ amazing,” I continue as the three of us breathe heavily in the dark room. Fintan nods with a satisfied grin before hopping off the bed.

“We should get some sleep, busy day today,” he says as he holds out his t-shirt for us to clean ourselves with.

A few hours later

Falling asleep with Fintan and Kieran, naked in my bed is something that I wouldn’t have believed possible just a few weeks ago.

But here we are, entwined in each other’s arms, their warmth surrounding me like a shield against the rest of the world.

The sun is already streaming through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room. Kieran is already awake; his dark haira tousled mess that makes him look even more handsome than usual. He smiles at me before leaning in and places a gentle kiss on my lips.

“Good morning, Dove,” he murmurs in a deep, sleepy tone that make my insides flutter and my heart warms at the endearment, and I can’t help but mirror his smile.

“Morning,” I reply. Fintan stirs beside us, his eyes fluttering open. He reaches out a hand to brush the hair back from my face, his touch uncharacteristically warm and gentle.

“Hmm, I could get used to this,” he says, his voice low and calm.

I nod, a blush spreading across my cheeks. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, but there’s something about these two men that makes me feel alive, desired, vulnerable, scared and yet loved all at once.

We share a quiet moment, basking in the afterglow of our night together before Fintan climbs out of bed, his movements slow but confident. He walks over to the window, pulling back the curtains to let in the morning sun.

Kieran and I follow suit, each stretching our limbs and smiling at each other.

“Shower then breakfast?” Kieran suggests, breaking the silence.

Fintan turns around, giving us a knowing grin. “I think we’ll need more than one shower,” he says, looking us up and down as we stand next to the bed.

“How so?” I ask, with an amused chuckle.

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