Page 171 of Filthy Hot Billionaire
“Oh, God, yes.” I gripped his hair, holding him there as I attempted to ride his mouth.
Knox didn’t join us, choosing to lean one shoulder against the wall as he watched. It was very much like the first time on the plane when Kieran made me come while Knox remained on the periphery. Only this time, something was different. Knox wasn’t simply watching. It was as though he was memorizing every detail as I writhed beneath the onslaught of Kieran’s wicked mouth.
It didn’t take much for Kieran to send me careening into the ether, a flashbang igniting my orgasm and leaving me breathless.
I expected more, but it didn’t come. Kieran fell to the side, propped his head up on his hand, and watched me with a flash of fire in his blue eyes.
“Get on your hands and knees,” Kieran instructed.
Not sure what his intentions were, but willing to find out, I rolled over, got on all fours, and faced him.
I caught movement across the room, glanced over my shoulder to see Knox moving toward me, his cock hard and heavy in his hand. He stroked himself, his attention on my upturned behind. I wiggled my butt in invitation, then giggled when he smacked me lightly. That giggle died a pleasant death when he dragged a finger across my slick center. A second later, he drove his cock deep inside me in one delicious thrust.
The air in my lungs burst out as a furious pleasure consumed me. I was staring at Kieran while Knox fucked me from behind. It was erotic in a way I’d never even dreamed of. I was looking at one man while another brought me to orgasm. Never in my life had I thought I’d be in this position. Now that I was, I wasn’t sure I ever wanted anything else. I couldn’t seem to get enough of them, and knowing they couldn’t get enough of me only fueled my desire.
Kieran inched closer, lifting his hand. He gripped my hair, held my head firmly, much the way he had Knox’s in the shower. His blue eyes glittered with a sultry heat that stole my breath.
“Did you enjoy watching?” he whispered, his mouth bumping mine each time Knox thrust into me.
“You knew,” I sighed.
“That didn’t answer the question.”
“Yes.” I felt the pinch in my scalp, let the burn drive me closer to orgasm. “It was hot.”
Kieran pulled back again, releasing my hair, his attention shifting to Knox behind me. He was enjoying the show the same way I had. Being a bystander certainly had its perks.
I felt pressure against my back hole, sucked in air when Knox pressed the tip of his thumb inside me.
I drove back against him, taking his cock deeper, harder, forcing him to fuck my ass with his thumb.
“You like that, love? Having your arsehole played with?”
“Yes.” I felt my face heat with embarrassment even as I admitted the truth.
Knox’s thumb sank in deeper as he continued to fuck me. I was close, hanging by a precariously fragile thread, my body wringing every ounce of pleasure from what Knox was doing to me.
When he began alternating, filling me with his cock and fingering my ass, I thought I would lose my mind. It was too much, too good.
“Knox!”
He drove into me once, twice. The third time, he impaled me on both his cock and his thumb, and I screamed, coming harder than I ever had in my life.
Half an hour later, I was feeling more like myself.
It helped that I was in bed with Kieran and Knox, the two of them pressed up against me. As far as I was concerned, we could remain just like this for the rest of the day, their arms around me, their voices soft as they spoke in hushed tones.
“I’ve been meaning to ask,” Kieran prompted, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “I’d like you to join us for Thanksgiving at my mother’s.”
I peered over at him, met his gaze, trying to determine if he was serious. He wanted me to celebrate a holiday with his family?
“Don’t worry, love. It’s nothing formal. Her husband issued the invite. The Irish don’t celebrate your American holiday, but my mother wants to do this for him. Steph and Hannah will be there.”
“You want me to meet your mother?”
He smiled. “Aye. She’s looking forward to meeting you.”
There was a tightness in my chest at the thought of being surrounded by Kieran’s family. I wanted to experience a holiday with him, but I wasn’t sure my anxiety would allow me to. I hadn’t known him that long. What would I say if they bombarded me with questions?
