Page 114 of Reckless Seduction
My hands grip his back again, my nails digging into the rippling muscles beneath them as he sets a pace that is both delicious and agonizing. With every stroke, my body tingles and my blood sings, my breath catching in my lungs as ecstasy begins to climb again, higher and higher with every movement. I can feel the heat of his skin, smell the whiskey on his breath. Reaching up, I grasp a handful of his tousled hair as I lean into his rhythm, eager for all he has to give me.
Seamus keeps his emerald eyes on me, studying every nuance and expression, reading my responses carefully. I can tell he wants to push forward with reckless abandon like he normally would, but this isn’t about just fucking. This is about forgiveness, and he is showing me how much I mean to him with every controlled movement. He keeps his strokes long and slow, letting satisfaction build to its climax. I buck against him, thrusting upward in my impatience to finish, but he isn’t going to give me that satisfaction.
This might be about the two of them groveling, but there is one thing that will never change, especially in the bedroom.
Their need for control.
“Calm down, wildcat.” His gaze holds mine as he slows his thrusts even more. He glides his hand up my body, exploring every inch of skin along the way. “We have all fucking night.”
I squeeze my eyes shut as he keeps me on the edge, dangling at his whim. “Should have known you wouldn’t be able to let go of control.”
A smile tugs at his lips as he leans down to trail a path of kisses from my shoulder along my neck. “It’ll be well worth the trouble,a stóre,” he promises, and I let out a groan of frustration.
Seamus clutches at my thigh, guiding my leg around his waist while grabbing my ass and shifting my body beneath his to change the angle. My arms wind tighter around his shoulders as I cry out at the jolt inside me, deeper than ever and enough to drive me crazy, but not enough to grant me release.
Somewhere in the dense recesses of my mind, outside the melding flesh that is Seamus and me, I hear Kiernan groan and curse. I turn to look at him. He is shaking, his entire body thrumming desperately, his eyes darkened with lust, boring into mine even as Seamus continues to fuck me into insanity.
The thought pushes me even further, and I lean up to Seamus, kissing the base of his neck to the stubble along his jaw, unable to keep from rocking my hips against his in my race toward euphoria. My fingers curl reflexively, my nails digging even deeper into his skin.
Seamus’s current pattern of fucking is borderline sadistic, driving me crazy with sheer desire, and yet I am ready to beg for more. Kiernan’s fervent stare watches me as if I am the most beautiful creature alive and he will go crazy if he looks away. My mind is beginning to fracture, and my heart skips erratically; it feels like that millisecond at the top of the roller coaster right before the rush of the drop.
“God, Seamus,” I moan urgently. “Seamus, please. I’m so fucking close.”
“Aye,” he agrees breathlessly. I doubt he can take much more himself. He leans forward onto his arms, hands splayed on the mattress at either side of my head and changes his thrust from long and slow to hard and fast. My body tightens around him almost instantly. The muscles of my pussy clamping down on his cock cause him to give in at last, losing control as both of our pleasures come in a rush of electricity.
Blood pounds in my ears as I moan and cry his name over and over in a fevered litany. Everything stills. Seamus touches my face with one quivering hand as he gazes down at me, eyes shining with unrestrained passion.
My body relaxes as he slowly pulls out of me, lowering himself to the bed beside me. Kiernan flashes me a devious grin as he shifts forward. A pleasant, effervescent feeling bubbles in my veins, tingling through my body like the calm after a storm. A blank peace has fallen over me, a hazy dream shutting out the ugly reality that has been surrounding me. I can’t tell whether I am floating on air or sinking into oblivion. I reach out a languid hand and brush my fingertips along Seamus’s arm, trailing down to his hand and across his knuckles.
I had fallen for them in that first week leading up to the gala. Probably dick drunk, but fuck, I’ll be dick drunk for the rest of my life if it means days and nights like this.
The dream haze is cast aside with a stirring movement to my other side, and I recall Kiernan, eyes dark and hungry as he watches and waits for me. The wildfire sparks to life again the moment he touches me, pulling me close.
“C’mere,mo fraochÚn beag,” he murmurs heatedly. “I know you’ve got something left for me?—”
I let out a breathy sigh of affirmation. “Kier…” He bows his head to mine for another deep kiss, then he takes hold of my hips and guides me onto my side, fitting his body around mine.
He rocks forward when I wiggle my hips against him, his rock-hard cock grinding against my ass, my skin warm and soft where it meets his. He draws my hair back over my shoulder. His lips brush against my throat, his tongue lapping at the sensitive skin behind my ear. I shiver and whimper as he slips his hand between my thighs and moves my legs to make room for himself, and holy god, even the slightest graze of his fingers lights me on fire. I am wound up tighter than a spinning top.
One hand clasps firmly at my hip as he aligns our bodies and thrusts deep.
A gasp tears through me at the impact, pulsing out from head to toe, and for a moment, I can swear I see stars. Leaning forward, he stills inside me long enough to whisper, “Remind me of your safe word.”
“Whiskey,” I breathe.
“Remember to use that,” he reminds me. “If you want me to stop.”
“Don’t stop.”
Kiernan chuckles, his breath hot on my skin, sending a wave of goose bumps down my body. Then he begins to move. Sending me spiraling into delirium. He is nothing like Seamus, whose slow and steady manner has all but unhinged me long before he gives me any relief. Kiernan holds nothing back from the start. He is a wildfire compared to Seamus’s slow burn. His thrusts are hard and swift, pushing me forward even as I arch back into him. My body has scarcely recovered from Seamus’s lovemaking, and Kiernan’s assault on my senses is all the more intense for it.
The combination of our positioning and his pierced cock has him reaching depths and flicking on nerves I’d never knownexisted before now. These two Irish mobsters have torn me out of the vanilla sex I have always known and thrust me into their kinky, hot fucking, and I love it. Each time with them is something new and exciting. Kiernan’s aggressive rhythm sets every nerve on fire, jarring me all the way down to my bones.
I reach out with desperate hands for something to hold on to. My fingers latch around Seamus’s wrist, the nails biting into his skin as my free hand twists the bed sheets in my fist.
The restraint Kiernan seems to always have while his brother fucks me has snapped, leaving something far more animalistic behind. His kink has always been watching, he has said as much, and I briefly wonder if it is because it adds fuel to the fire he already has burning him alive.
He bows close to me again, kissing the nape of my neck, his fingers tightening at my hip. He reaches to lock his hand in the one that I have still clutching at the bed sheets as he pounds into me.
