Her nipples were hard. Her pussy was already soft and wet. Every cell in her body had been taken over by Cian’s assault. He was there with her although their bodies were apart. It was intimate, so intimate. It was a lot like the connection she’d felt with Beck in the arena, though this time she knew what was happening.
Cian pumped his cock. His hand slid from the head down, down, down to the place where the thick stalk met his balls. No wonder men did this an awful lot. It was so different from touching herself. There was a harder edge to it that she found fascinating. It felt really good, and she suddenly knew Cian could do this all morning. He would be careful and prolong the experience. He wanted to keep her in this state. He wanted her writhing and begging. Eventually he would give it to her, but only after he was satisfied that he had the upper hand.
Maybe turnabout was fair play. Cian thought he had all the control. Could she break him? How would he like her pleasure? Would her softness feel as good to him as his rough lust felt to her?
Meg pulled down the bodice of the dress and let her hands find her breasts. She let every sensation flow over her and pushed it toward him. Cian’s state of sexual arousal had her nipples peaked and sensitized. She moaned as she had the twin sensations of Cian’s hand on his cock and her fingers pulling at her nipples.
How did this work? She closed her eyes and fantasized. She wanted Cian. He was different from his brother. He was so open with his sexuality it led her to be open with hers. In her fantasy, she saw Cian climb over her, his big body pressing hers down. She rolled her stiff nipples between her thumbs and her forefingers, tugging lightly. She imagined it was Cian’s mouth there.
He would lick them at first. His tongue would curl around the nipple just before he let her feel the edge of his teeth there. He would bite down lightly, never crossing the line between pleasure and pain. He would bite just enough to make the nipple flare with arousal. He would pop the nipple in his mouth and lave it with affection. Then, because this was her fantasy, she brought Beck in to suck on the other one.
In her fantasy, Beck didn’t deny her anything. He took her breasts because they belonged to him.
In her mind, she saw two dark heads bent over her breasts suckling. She would hold their heads to her breast, her hand sinking into the silky darkness of their hair. Their hands were everywhere.
She felt Cian pick up the pace. His hand was pumping firmly around his cock. She couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face. He was definitely getting the picture. It was time to move on.
Fantasy Cian began to kiss down her belly. He licked and kissed his way south as Beck nuzzled her throat. In her fantasy, she was suddenly tied tightly to the bed. Beck’s hand collared her throat. He told her everything he intended to do to her in a honey-dark voice that left no room for disobedience. He and Cian had plans for their little wife. Cian was going to eat her pussy. Beck would play with her breasts, and after she had come, they would have their pleasure. Beck wanted her mouth. Cian would plunge that hard cock into her pussy. She would be helpless to do anything but feel them. They could do anything they wanted to her, and she would have no defense.
She didn’t need one. They were her lovers, her husbands.
She felt Cian’s deep approval at the image. Her fantasy had become his own. It was everything he wanted, both halves of his soul with one singular purpose between them—her pleasure.
He was getting close. His cock was pulsing as Meg thought about Cian’s tongue fucking her pussy. Cian’s would spear her cunt as thoroughly and ruthlessly as any cock. Beck’s tongue would play on her nipples. Beck would suck on her nipples while Cian would lavish his love on the tiny bead until Meg exploded.
Meg’s fantasy and Cian’s merged into one hot image. She couldn’t tell what she was thinking and what was Cian’s, but she didn’t care anymore. His hand had tightened around his engorged cock. It was purple now as he raced to the finish line. Meg could feel his balls tightening. They were getting ready to shoot off. His control was blown.
It no longer mattered. Meg wanted the orgasm. She slipped a finger into her cunt, circling her clit with her thumb, her fingers playing out the images in her head. She closed her eyes and saw Cian and Beck working furiously over her. The two heads worked in perfect harmony, suckling her breast and her clit. They loved her taste. They couldn’t get enough of it.
Cian firmly took hold of their connection. Her own fantasy fell away as she felt a tingle at the base of her spine. His hand was a fist now, pounding away at his cock.
An image of Cian between her legs was all she could see now. It was so real. It was almost as though he was really there with her, his weight pushing her into the bed. He’d parted her thighs and shoved his desperate cock deep inside her. He pushed himself in to the balls, and still he wasn’t satisfied. He wanted to merge with her. He wanted to be a part of her. God, he needed her so badly. He’d waited for her. The emotion swept over Meg, making her eyes water. She’d never felt so desired as she did when the connection was open and his heart was pouring into hers.
He was pumping into her, and he was close, so close, to giving her what she desired. Meg’s finger picked up the pace. She plunged two and then three fingers inside her cunt and knew they didn’t match what Cian could give her. She spread her legs as far as she could and curled her fingers up while she pushed the pad of her thumb forcefully at her clit and then…
Relief, blessed, sweet pleasure as Cian came. His cum spurted up onto his belly, but he didn’t care. She knew in his mind it was her pussy he was flooding. He pumped and pumped, the feeling all the more exquisite because it was shared. Just as she thought she couldn’t take another moment of his orgasm, her own hit. It bloomed from her center, spreading out like a rushing wave across her body. Meg felt Cian’s surprise as he came again.
It was like the best phone sex ever, and she giggled as she laid back and tried to catch her breath. A happy languor radiated across her body. That had been so much more than playful sex. Cian’s emotions had invaded her as surely as his fantasies had. He’d been open and honest, and Meg knew there would be no recriminations from this half of the man. She couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face. The happiness she felt was coming from Cian, too. He was happy. He was well-satisfied, and it wasn’t all physical for him.
He was coming. And not in a sexual sense. She could sense him physically approaching.
He threw the door open and tossed himself on the bed next to her. He hadn’t put on his clothes. She should be hurrying to get away. She needed to be smart about this. Just because he’d been open didn’t mean this would end any better than it had with Beck. A million things could go wrong. She should be pushing him away and getting dressed. Instead, when he put his hand possessively over her stomach, she found herself moving her head to his shoulder, unable to force herself to break the connection.
“That was fun,” he said with a wicked grin. He was so beautiful it made her heart ache.
“Is that the way you invite a woman to play?” It would be an effective seduction technique. Suddenly she felt so vulnerable. She’d seen his past. He’d had hundreds of women. They lined up for him. How could she ever compete?
His perfect face was suddenly very serious, looming over her. His gray eyes looked almost silver in the soft light of morning. He sank his hands into her hair and turned her face up to his. “I’ve never done that with any woman before. I’ve waited my whole life to connect with another soul the way we did, and we could have so much more, Meggie mine. You’re my wife, my bondmate. It won’t work with anyone else.”