Page 41 of Thick as Thieves
I start to see the dynamic. Oh, boy.
Kell pulls the garment over my head. I never got dressed after feeding the twins, and I have no bra on. I didn’t think about wasting time on adding layers. Or was it because I wanted no layers between us? No barriers to what I had truly decided upon. I wanted to be stripped down to skin and bone, to be stripped down to naked, and for it not to be just my physical self.
“Fuck, I love these tits,” Xander murmurs and kisses each one, licking around my nipples, his raven black hair a shock to see next to my skin.
It’s the first time he’s touched me as a lover. His tongue silky and gentle, the softness of his hungry mouth, his eyes closed, the expression on his face is complete heaven. A warmth blooms in the pit of my stomach, travelling upwards like a pinball machine, hitting every major organ on its way to my heart, the lights flashing, the bells ringing on bonus points, top scores, highest score in this universe. Never to be beaten in this lifetime.
“Will I get more than I bargained for?” he asks, grinning at me, his eyes blazing. “I don’t want to deprive my sons of their breakfast.” He breaks the tension a little.
“Hopefully not,” I giggle nervously.
Fondling me with one hand, the other wrapped around my waist to bind me to him, his absolute confidence an incredible turn on. Then he lifts his face for Kellen to kiss him again. They’re aggressive, their lips fighting for domination, and I don’t think I’ll ever quite get over the sight of them kissing. It blows my mind.
I get a reminder of who’s in charge—Xander. He tugs Kell’s head back, biting at his neck, the growl to keep him in place so low it sends my lady bits into raptures. Kell's body is covered in goosebumps, his eyes wild, as he submits to Xander’s onslaught of bruising kisses. It’s much more aggressive than they are with me.
Xander moves his hands from Kell and down towards my skirt, and Kell fills the void of his touch, fondling me, sucking and licking. I am so turned on, I can’t concentrate with them both touching me. I don’t think I bargained for how amazing four hands and two tongues would feel.
I feel Xander push aside my knickers, avidly watching what he’s doing. He pushes his fingers into me, a gasp escaping from his swollen lips. “So fucking wet for us,” he says, then takes his fingers out, offering them to Kellen. “Taste her.” Xan looks drunk, his eyelids drooping down, his eyes hooded. I can't see any blue at all, his pupils totally blown apart.
Kell grabs his hand and starts to lap at his fingers. I’m transfixed as I watch his tongue lovingly lick them clean. I can’t breathe. Xander is panting. I can see his chest rising and falling at a rate of knots.
His besotted eyes come back to my face. “I need you to touch me,” he tells me, and I’m transported back to a really young Xander moving my hand onto his stomach and chest in the churchyard all those years ago.
He needs touch, and I oblige. While my fingers undo the buttons on his shirt, my eyes answer his call. I know he sees it, as he draws in a breath and pushes his fingers back into my pussy.
Kell bends me backwards a bit, and I arch my back, raising my breasts for him to kiss and bite. Our fingers entwined, Kell and I work together to remove Xan’s shirt. As we do, he kisses me deeply. And God knows what we sound like to anyone caring to listen, but I can hear their moans and growls and I can hear myself responding to them. My body is lighting up, burning like witch fire.
Xander shucks off his jacket and rips his open shirt off. Kell stands behind me as Xander widens his legs bracing mine open on him. Reaching forward, I play with Xan’s pierced nipple, and he groans as I pull at it.
“Harder, E.” As I lean forwards to bite and suck it, he holds my head to his breast. “Bite me, Kitten,” he demands, his face wholly deadpan, his emotion so intense he seems like he not only wants me to do it, but needs me to. I look at his eyes. His voice is pure sex, pure lust. It’s the first time I've ever heard this tone from him, and it’s divine. He’s staring between Kell and I, who’s stood behind me. “Make her come, Kell. I want to watch her face.” Holy hell, he is on fire.
I feel Kell drop to his knees behind me, running his hands down the length of my back as if I am made of silk, taking in every inch. I shiver as his big hands cup my ass cheeks, his thumbs brushing down my centre. Clearly my knickers are hampering his exploration, so he rips them off, handing them over to Xan who brings them to his nose, breathing in the scent that has poured onto them, before putting them in his pocket. His black eyes rival his hair, seeming to glow in the dimly lit space. The low gravel-like rumble starts in his chest, and I feel it before I hear it. Every sense has moved from defcon 5 to defcon 1 in response to that sound.
I don’t know what to do or say, so I use the same phrase I said to Kell all those months ago.
“Pair of kinky fuckers,” I scarcely manage to get out, as my brain is so addled. They both laugh.
“You have no idea,” Xander whispers into my ear as he wraps his hand into my hair, pulling me into his warm body.
He opens his legs wider and I drop down a little. I feel Kellen underneath me, licking at me, and I moan with pleasure as his fingers move Xan’s gently out of the way.
Xan raises them to my mouth. “Taste yourself, baby. You taste fucking amazing.”
I lick at his fingers, tentatively at first, staring into his eyes. The more they blaze, the more frenzied I become, and I feel him get even harder under me.
I grind down onto Kell’s face. Everything feels so intense. I can hardly breathe. But my soul is flying high above me.
Xander starts to suck and pull on my nipples, telling me what he wants to do to me. I can feel my pussy grabbing at Kell.
“Fuck, Xander, what the fuck are you doing, man?” His voice has dropped to a low rasp, as if every word is being dragged from his boots. “She loves it. Oh baby, yes.” His words trail off as he grabs hold of me and rubs his whole face into me, biting at my clit.
“Come for me, Kitten, let me see you, yes you like that,” Xan coaxes me.
I can hear how wet I am as Kellen’s fingers slide inside me. I start to come and I feel like I’ve taken flight, my body heating up and I am burning with it. My pussy spasms and I’m throbbing onto Kellen’s tongue. He licks me through it, while Xan kisses me, his lips everywhere, gliding across my mouth, jaw, neck.
I drop my head forwards onto his chest, exhausted and spent, but listening to the beating drum of Xander’s heart, beating out a rhythm ofI love you.
He gathers all my hair up, cradling my head and neck against him. A gentle tug accompanies his soft voice. “Hey, let me see you. Oh, yes. You definitely like it,” he croons at me, confirming what he can see and feel. “Every fucking day. We will worship you every, fucking, day,” Xan tells me.
