Page 131 of Their Fairy Princess (Office Intrigue Duet 7)
It took effort to ignore the wicked things his mouth stirred inside me. “Then, I was thinking. What if Dante moved into yours and we found a way to connect it to ours. I know he needs his space, doesn’t care to sleep with other people, but it would be nice to have him close by. But, you know, maybe we could convince him that the four of us could share a bathroom. More specifically, a shower.”
“You’ve given it some serious thought.” Ian’s hands began to roam in time with his mouth.
When he nudged me to sit up, I did. He had me topless within seconds before pulling me back against him, big, warm hands cupping my breasts.
“I think we should do it,” he said.
“You do?”
“Of course. I do have one suggestion.”
“What’s that?” I asked on a moan when he plucked my nipples.
“A bigger bed.”
I giggled, but it was cut off by another moan. “A bigger bed … okay.”
“Since there’s so much space,” he mumbled, his lips gliding over my neck again, “maybe we add a playroom in there.”
“Okay.” At that point, I didn’t care if he thought my ideas were stupid, I just didn’t want him to stop what he was doing.
“Naked, little fairy. Now.”
I unbuttoned my jean shorts, lifted my butt, and pushed them down my legs, never leaving his lap.
Ian’s hands trailed down my belly, slipped down to my thighs before pushing my legs wide.
“Over my knees,” he ordered.
I hooked my legs over his knees, leaned back against him.
He was looking down my body as his finger glided through my slit. I was wet and ready, but he didn’t mention it. In fact, he teased me as though he didn’t even notice.
Only, I knew he did, and this was merely sweet torture.
Between the roar of my own blood in my ears and the rasp of his mouth against my neck, I didn’t hear Isaac join us.
“This is how you should welcome me anytime I come into a room, fairy princess.”
I gasped as Ian pushed a finger inside me.
“It would be my pleasure, my Liege.”
Isaac’s grin was wicked, his eyes fierce as they focused on Ian’s long, strong fingers sliding deep inside me.
I watched him, a little uncertain about what was happening. The one and only time I’d been with them at the same time, we’d been in the guest room. On my birthday, when they all three took me at the same time. That night, Isaac had ordered Dante and Ian out of the room. I knew why, but I’d never discussed it with him.
“Stop thinking so hard, little fairy,” Ian whispered in my ear, a gruff, sexy sound that made my pussy clench around his fingers.
My attention shot up to Isaac when he removed his shirt, tossed it on the desk before easing down to his knees between our legs.
Ian’s hand withdrew slowly as Isaac’s head lowered.
I gasped when the warm, wet heat of his tongue caressed my clit.
“Suck,” Ian ordered, dipping his fingers in my mouth. “See how sweet you taste.”
I tried to buck my hips when Isaac sucked my clit between his lips, but Ian held me in place.
“Watch,” Ian ordered.
My eyes locked on Isaac’s head between my thighs. It was difficult to keep them open as pleasure assaulted me. His mouth, so hot, so perfect, drove me to distraction as he feasted. The almost perverse ebb and flow had me panting, desperate to reach the peak he was equally as desperate to keep me from.
“My Liege,” I begged.
“Not yet, little fairy,” Ian said.
This was new. The two of them working in tandem, as though one knew exactly what the other was thinking.
“We’re just getting started,” Isaac said.
Relief and disappointment flooded me when he got to his feet.
Ian nudged me up as Isaac took a seat in the other recliner, lowering his slacks as he did. He fisted his cock, hard and heavy in his hand, then beckoned me over with the crook of his finger.
“Put your mouth on me, fairy princess,” Isaac crooned. “Let me feel those sweet lips on my cock.”
I started to go to my knees, but Ian’s gruff command had me pausing.
“Stay standing.”
I bent at the waist, my hands on the arms of the chair holding me up as Isaac fed his cock into my mouth. His hands curved over my head, holding me there, guiding me as I took him deep, released him.
I heard movement, wasn’t sure what Ian was doing. Didn’t really care, either, as I focused on Isaac’s beautiful cock, thick and hard and smooth as velvet, as it slid over my lips. His satisfied grunts and groans an erotic symphony that urged me to ignore the discomfort of the position I was in.
Ian, once again behind me, squeezed my ass, then lightly smacked it. A second later, he was probing my ass with his slick finger.
