A warm, tantalizing gust of panted breath settles itself on the side of my neck, followed by dense facial hair against my skin. The wiry feel of Paxton’s beard on my flushed cheeks causes an inferno-like pulse to ricochet throughout my body, making me feel like I am lit on fire.
Slowly, I drag the plump flesh of my bottom lip beneath my front teeth when, in a swift, possessive motion, my arms are upheaved above my head, cuffing my wrists together.
Cillian squeezes my legs with such famished desire, kneading the meat of my thighs with his hands before the edges of his teeth sink into my flesh. He expels a grunt, equal parts guttural, as it is laced with a raw, primal desire that forces a needy whimper from my lips. My pulse quickens when I feel a tug at the waistband of my frayed shorts, followed by what sounds like the shredding of the fabric of my zipper. Wasting no time, his hungry touch attaches itself to either side of the denim and begins to shimmy my shorts down and over my supple hips.
While Cillian focuses his attention on my lower half, teasing me with his heated breath mere inches away from the dampened lace of my panties, Paxton trails his tongue up the exposed flesh of my neck.
Unable to hold in the desire I have for them to stop torturing me and take me right here against this thin, plywood wall, I part my lips. “Any day now,” I say firmly. Although, inside, I am really begging for it, I don’t want to give them that satisfaction, not with the way they are teasing me.
Clicking his tongue, Paxton transfers my bound wrists to one of his large palms, somehow clasping them even tighter.
Twisting his ringed hand, he brushes the cool metal against my neck before trailing his digits down my décolletage. His fingers crawl, one by one, inching down my collarbone, until he lands at the mound of my breast, stopping once he reaches my nipple.
He clears his throat. “Look at you, sounding like a fresh little slut,” he groans. As soon as the words leave his mouth, I feel a ping at the aching peak of my breast, not once but again and again. Alternating between pierced nipples, he flicks his fingers at my hardened peaks. The force of his propelled digits against the steel barbells penetrating my aroused nipples sends my entire body into a frenzy.
“Is that what you are?” Paxton asks, flicking his fingers once more at my pierced, sensitive peaks. “Hmm, wicked one,” he drags his words in a groan, “Our fresh little slut?”
“Mhm,” I pant, bucking my pelvis forward, which causes Cillian to intensify the grip he has on my hips, making me let out a pitiful moan.
“Yea, she is and she fucking wants it, bad,”Cillian’s gravelly voice says, which only increases the heat rushing throughout my body. His voice is so low and raspy that it makes my pussy drip the second it penetrates my eardrums.
Flicking my nipple once more, with even more force than he had prior, he drops his mouth so it hovers over the stiffened peak. “Of course she does,” Pax huskily whispers, purposely expelling heat from his dragged-out words just above where he teases me. His lips come closer before parting. Clamping his teeth down and around my piercing, he releases a satisfied grunt before parting his lips, releasing the tip of my breast from his mouth. “She likes when it hurts.” Paxton lets out a primal grunt that, combined with the way Cillian is now huskily purring in front of my slit, makes my knees feel weak.
“She’s fucking dripping,” Cillian says, dragging his warm tongue over the lace of my thong, teasing me even more. “Fuck,” he groans, “I need a fucking taste.”
Paxton leans in even closer so that his mouth is right on top of my ear. “That’s enough,” he orders to Cillian, his tone ripe with condescension. Cillian withdraws his tongue from where it rests by my begging pussy at Pax’s command. “Looks like our girl forgot the rules,” Pax continues. I swear I can feel his smirk just from the way he is breathing.
“C’mon, quit teasing me,” I say, letting out a frustrated sigh.
I hear Cillian laugh, followed by Paxton’s smug chuckle, which makes my blood boil. I’m fully aware of why they are holding out; my father would kill all of us if he knew I was with them. Especially since my marriage to Roberto is around the corner. I shudder at the thought of having to spread my legs for anyone who isn’t them.
Cillian and Paxton may be career criminals, but they refuse to be labeled cheaters, which I would consider admirable in any other circumstance. But is it considered cheating if my pending marriage is purely contractional? Except I know that for our plan to go how we need it to, it’s important to make my father believe that his plan is working, which is me being with Roberto and not Paxton or Cillian. If my father gets wind that I am with either of them, let alone both, he will know something is up.
Tilting my head down in Cillian’s direction, I clear my throat. “Are you two going to keep playing games, or are you going to claim what’s sitting right in front of you?” I say with ample attitude. I know they both seem to get off on making my blood boil, but this drawn-out game they are playing is starting to feel torturous. Being playful is one thing, but giving me lady blue balls is very different, and it’s making me begin to seethe with anger. “And take the blindfold off. I’m over it,” I add.
Pax grunts, sinking his hands even deeper into my now aching wrists. “Since when have you shied away from being restrained or blindfolded,Morta?” he purrs into my ear. Even though I am growing tired of their games, I love the way he calls meMorta,the Goddess of Death. The way it rolls off his tongue sounds as delicious as it does sinister. “And you’re not sitting in front of us, you’re standing,” he teases.
I roll my eyes, not in the mood for technicalities. “Whatever, you know what I meant. Point is, I’m here now, and you two are too busy toying with me instead of fucking me.”
“Is that what you want, wicked girl, to be fucked?” Pax asks bluntly. Pressing the joints of my wrists together even tighter, he continues. “Is that why you came here, because you missed the way our cocks feel inside of you at the same time? Or is it that you think we wouldn’t honor the timeline we set forth, not only for our protection but for yours?” he reprimands.
He is right, about all of it. I want them so badly, same as I’ve had them so many times before all the club politics got in the way. There is so much I want to say, yet my body is betraying me, distracting me with the aching need I have at the moment, with them both where I love them to be: close to me.
“Yes,” I pant.
“That’s it, just a yes?” Paxton presses, trying to egg me on.
Cillian tightens his grasp on my thighs. “You’re going to have to do better than that,” he hisses. “We want to hear you beg for it,” he adds, gripping my thighs firmer, making his fingernails pinch my soft skin.
Exasperated by their games, I roll my eyes, causing my lashes to press harder against the blindfold.
“You heard him, Lola,” Paxton chimes in, bringing his strong palm to my nipple once more for another flick at my barbell. “Beg for it. Tell us exactly why you came here tonight and what wicked schemes have been floating around that pretty, little head of yours.”
Lust coats my breath, moaning from the intensity of his words that taunt me just as much as their bodies hovering over me. “Fine,” I begin, vexed by the games. “I came here to be fucked, licked, anything but this dragged-out shit. Do. It. Already,” I seethe through gritted teeth.
“Do what, baby girl?” Pax teases once more.
“Fuck me,” I shout.
