Page 40 of The Twins

No, that wasn’t right, too staged.

I rolled to my belly, crossed my ankles and reached for a book. They’d get a good view of my ass when they came in.

“Damn it.” That wasn’t right either. My boobs were my best feature in this outfit. I should show them off.

I spun around, tossed the book to one side, and sat. I hoisted up my cleavage and fluffed my hair.

The door opened.

Cillian stepped in with a white towel fastened around his lean hips.

I swallowed, and excitement fluttered with more gusto in my belly. The man was gorgeous. All solid lean muscle, long limbs, and perfect skin. The tattoo on his hand was all the ink he had, though there was a scar over his right pec, long and silvery. He’d washed his hair, and it stuck up messily, only adding to his sex appeal.

He let out a low whistle. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, you’re a sight to behold.” He made a cross over his chest. “And forgive me, Father, because I intend to sin all night long.”

I giggled as he walked toward me. But the sound stuck in my throat when he dropped his towel and took his long, thick cock in his hand. His pubic hair was as dark as that on his head, and he had a gold ring through the tip of his erection.

My eyes widened.

“You seen one of these before?” he asked.

“Not…not in real life.”

He tugged it, stretching the slit. “It’ll feel good, inside you, rub that sweet spot of yours.”

“So you got it out of generosity to your lovers?” I couldn’t stop staring at it. The gold was thick with a small bead in the center.

“It’s good for me, too.” He reached for my hand. “It’s good for me when you touch it and when I’m inside you. Play with it.” He set his cock in my open palm. “You won’t hurt me, it’s been there for years.”

“Okay.” I stroked my thumb over the metal and then around his glans.

He moaned softly and cupped my right breast, stroking over my taut nipple. “You’re incredible, like all my wet dreams and fantasies rolled into one.”

I slid my fingers down his cock then up to the tip again.

“Ah fuck.” He dipped down and caught my mouth in a hungry kiss.

I moaned, and he hardened further in my hand. It had been a while, and I was hot for it. Hot for him.

He pressed me down to the bed, his hands roaming over the silk of my negligee. “This is so pretty,” he murmured, kissing over my cheek to my neck. “And you smell fucking awesome.”

I cupped his ass cheeks and spread my legs, wanting him inside me.

“Not so fast.” He leaned back and stared at my breasts.

They were straining against the lace neckline.

“I need to explore you.” He pulled the negligee downward, exposing my breasts and my dark nipples. “And I need to kiss you…all over.”

He took my right nipple into his mouth.

I arched my back and slid my fingers into his hair. My nipples were so sensitive and his warm wet mouth divine on them.

“You started without me.” Finn was at my side, naked, gorgeous, his eyelashes still damp from the shower. “But I can catch up.”

He kissed me, a gentle dance of his tongue with mine.

I ran my hand into his hair and did the same with Cillian. The sensation of two mouths on me was thrilling, and a jolt of longing went through my pussy.