Page 41 of The Twins

“How many times do you want to come?” Finn whispered onto my lips.

“Lots…it’s been months.”

“Well, a few days.” He winked at me. “Since the courthouse.”

“You know what I mean. Since I was in bed with…and oh…” Cillian was slipping lower.

He tugged my knickers down, then off, and tossed them aside. So much for carefully choosing them to be admired.

“So fucking sexy.” Finn filled his hand up with my right breast. “Every inch of you is to die for.”

“Don’t do that,” I managed, sliding my hand down his chest, over his abs and to his cock. I took it in my fist.

“Ah yeah…” he said, his eyes fluttering closed. “I’ve been waiting to feel your hands on me.”

He wasn’t pierced like his brother, but he was every bit as hard. I was in for one heck of a special night.

“Like this,” Cillian said. He placed his hands on my inner thighs and spread my legs wide.

A moment of self-consciousness gripped me. He was staring hungrily at my pussy, his eyes wide and his tongue stroking his bottom lip. My pelvic muscles clenched, and a quiver set up in my clit.

“Just relax and enjoy yourself,” he said then licked his lips. “I know I will.”

He dragged his tongue through my folds, slowly, thoroughly, and groaned softly.

I closed my eyes, and my hand stilled on Finn’s cock.

“He feel good down there?” Finn asked.

My outward breath stuttered. Cillian had found my clit and was sucking it into his mouth as he flicked it with his tongue.

“Oh God, yes…” I curled my toes. “That’s it.”

“No rushing tonight, doll,” Finn said, smoothing my hair from my brow. “You can take as long as you like.”

“With him…fuck…doing that…?” Already the pressure was building. The spark of an orgasm had ignited. My heart was racing, and sweat peppered my cleavage.

“You’re so responsive.” Finn captured my right nipple between his thumb and finger. He tugged it to the point of pain. “I love that about you.”

I groaned.

“Too much?” Finn asked.

“No…no, give me it all.”

He chuckled. “You hear that, Cillian. She wants it all.”

Cillian didn’t reply, but he did find my entrance and ease two fingers inside me.

It was just what I needed and I clenched around him, aware of how wet I was.

I was writhing on the bed, desperate for the climax that was racing toward me. My entire body was alive, on fire. I bucked my hips and then pushed onto Cillian’s fingers.

“Come,” Finn ordered. “Come now, you’re so close.”

I was panting, my pulse raged in my ears. Cillian didn’t let up; if anything, he worked me with more enthusiasm.

And then it was there, a blissful moment of suspension before ecstasy raced through my veins and sent me into a series of total body spasms.