Page 59 of Reckless Seduction
Smirking, I crawl up the bed toward Kiernan, my breasts swaying beneath me, ass in the air. Straddling him, I brace my hands on his shoulders as he guides his cock to my entrance. Theangle is deeper, and I still have trouble taking either one of them this way.
But I am not a quitter.
Bit by bit, I work him deeper, stimulating my clit as I slip down his length. Once he is sheathed fully inside me, I take a deep breath and begin to move. Using my thighs, I raise myself up the length of his cock before dropping myself back down, both of us groaning at the sensation of being so full again. I grind down on him, working my clit against his pelvis, my breasts brushing against his bare chest.
Kiernan’s hands are on my hips, helping me to find a rhythm, urging me faster, my pleasure building and building until…
“Fuck you, asshat.”
The twins glance at each other, another silent conversation rolling through them. Kiernan rolls out from underneath me and moves to one of the wingback chairs, pulling it to the end of the bed. He sits, his legs spread wide, lazily stroking his cock and surveying us like a king unto his kingdom.
“Go on and give him a show, wildcat.”
I squeal as Seamus pulls me to the end of the bed, so my legs are dangling off. Leaning back slightly, I spread my legs, giving him an unobstructed view. I gaze at Kiernan through hooded eyes as I trail my fingers down my chest, letting them linger on my breasts before inching them down my stomach to my mound.
“Show us how you make yourself come,” Kiernan demands, his chest rising and falling in shallow pants of unobstructed desire. My hand pauses, trembling slightly as it hovers over my pussy. I’ve never made myself come before, at least not with my hand. Sure, I’ve had vibrators that latch onto my clit like a champ, but I’ve never been one for sticking my own fingers inside myself.
Why?
Because I’m not one of those unicorn women who get off on penetration. It is all about the clit rather than the dick
I need to get that printed on a T-shirt.
“What’s stopping you, baby?” Seamus whispers in my ear. “Stage fright?”
Swallowing past my anxiety, I shake my head before whispering, “I’ve never… done this before.”
Cue the laughter.
There isn’t a sound.
The twins’ faces are twisted in confusion as they stare at me.
“You’ve never masturbated, wildcat?” Seamus asks, incredulity tainting his voice
I shrug like it’s no big deal. “Not with my hand.” Coughing, I clear my throat. “Just with those clit stimulator thingies when Drew didn’t get the job done.”
Kiernan smirks deviously.
“And how often did Drew not get the job done?”
And cue the dick measuring contest. If there is a contest. There really isn’t. We’ve only had sex a few times, but they are already light-years ahead of Drew.
“Um… never.”
The twins share a look before breaking out into a bout of laughter. I honestly don’t see what’s so funny about having to provide myself with orgasm, but to each their own.
“I’m so glad my boring sex life amuses you,” I grunt. “It’s not my fault he never listened or paid attention to what I wanted.”
It sure as hell isn’t. I wasn’t experienced in bed, but I’d seen pornos, and I’d been vocal with Drew on plenty of occasions about what I wanted. The asshole just never listened. I’m sure as hell not a virgin, Drew made sure of that, but the twins have been my first in a lot of things. Like oral. Sure, I’d given my cheating ex-fiancé a blow job or two, but after the second time. He never asked for it again.
Something I was grateful for.
Kiernan is the first man I’ve gone down on and enjoyed.
Heat engulfs my back as Seamus sidles up behind me, his legs on either side of mine.
“Boys like him don’t know how to pleasure a woman.” Seamus takes my hand in his, leading it down between my thighs. His other hand seamlessly parts my lips before he presses two of my fingers against my clit and applies pressure. I jolt at the sensation. I’m not expecting the sensitive bundle of nerves to react so viscerally. “What you need is a man.”
