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“Comfy?” Cillian asked, reaching for the candle.

She nodded and eyed it.

“You ready then?” he said.

Without waiting for an answer, he poured melted wax onto her left nipple.

“Oh!”

“It’s hot but it won’t burn.” He smoothed her hair from her brow. “Enjoy the sensation.”

I massaged the oil around her nipple. Its delicate pliancy had lust shooting into my veins. I wanted to own these breasts, I wanted to stake my claim, come on them…and I would.

“Dear Lord above, you have the best tits I’ve ever seen,” I murmured.

“So fucking perfect,” Cillian agreed. He carefully tipped the candle again, the milky, oily liquid covering her opposite nipple.

“Feel good?” I asked, massaging it in and tugging the nipple.

“Yes.” She closed her eyes.

Cillian filled her navel, then set down the candle and dragged off his t-shirt.

I fingered her belly button, spreading the sweetly scented oil around.

When Cillian filled his hands with her breasts. I placed both of mine on her belly and spread the oil to her pubic hair, over the rise of her hips and down her soft thighs. The sensation of four male hands worshipping her would be intense and just what we needed to get this show started.

Chapter Thirteen

Rebecca

Oh, I was in heaven. Finn and Cillian adoring me, massaging me, turning me on. Yes, I was totally theirs if this was their idea of ownership.

“You know we’re both gonna fuck you, right?” Cillian said as he tugged my greasy nipples almost to the point of pain.

I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the sensation. “I know.”

“And we’re going to turn your ass bright red,” he said.

In my mind’s eye, I pictured the cat-o’-nine-tails.

“You’ll come so hard,” he said. “And so will we.”

A moan caught in my throat. Finn had dipped his fingers through my pubic hair to my pussy. He rubbed over my clit in that special, perfect-pressure way.

He dipped lower, spreading the oily lube into and over my folds. My pussy clenched, and my stomach did a little flip of longing.

“Open up,” he said. “Let me see your pussy.”

I widened my legs the best I could on the bench.

He cupped my pussy, his fingertips grazing my asshole and the heel of his hand on my clit.

“God, she’s so wet and hot for it,” he said. “Feel her, Cillian.”

Cillian’s hands moved from my breast to my pussy—four male hands, touching, caressing, probing between my legs.

I moaned and opened my eyes. I saw their rapt expressions as they studied me and spread the oil, and my lust level went up another notch.