Page 57 of Indecent Obsession
Dante’s eyes heat and he holds his hand out to me. “Both.”
I take his hand and he draws me away from Finn. My pussy aches with need. I capture Finn’s hand, tugging on him. I glance back at him over my shoulder. “You’re already awake, Finn. It’s a big enough shower for three.”
He rubs his face against the pillow before stalking after me. Dante has me in the bathroom when Finn lifts me off my feet. I give a little shriek of surprise. Dante chuckles as he turns on the water.
“I wasn’t done with you, flower.” Finn sets me down in front of the sink and spins me to face it. The mirror hasn’t fogged over yet. My hair is a mess. My nipples are hard peaks and a flush of pink crawls down my chest from my neck.
Finn closes in on my back. His chin rests on my head as he looks at me in the mirror. “I’m thinking about calling in sick.”
He smirks and rubs his hands over my hips.
“I’m definitely coming down with something. Probably something awfully contagious.” His green eyes twinkle in the mirror as his hard cock presses against my low back. His hands trail up my sides and pause beneath my breasts. My breath quickens at the lust in his eyes.
The thought of taking a sick day with Finn to fuck sounds thrilling, but it would be difficult to get away with since both of the other bosses are here.
“You’ll live.” Dante shakes his head and claims me from Finn, backing me up into the shower. His mouth falls on mine as water pours over us both. I could spend days kissing each of them. I press up on my toes to get closer.
When he lifts me into his arms so our mouths are on the same level, I automatically wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his cock pressed between us. My blood heats, knowing they’ll both fuck me.
I don’t know how I’ll get through today. With them just a few feet away. Sitting and working isn’t nearly as appealing as being fucked by these men.
Hands stroke down my ass as Finn closes in on my back. He kisses my shoulder and slips one hand between my legs, stroking my pussy.
I gasp into Dante’s mouth as the fire blazes even hotter inside of me. I could get used to waking up like this. Two sets of hands on me. Two mouths. Two cocks.
When Finn’s hand moves away from my pussy, Dante lifts my hips. His cock slides back and catches at my entrance. I wrap my arms tighter around him as he thrusts in deep. I cry out at the thick, solid stretch of his cock inside me.
He lifts my hips up and lowers my pussy over his cock. The water rains down over us, clinging to our eyelashes. His eyes meet mine. It’s effortless for him to bounce me up and down on his cock, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“I love how pink your skin flushes when you’re aroused, flower.” Finn kisses my shoulders and the nape of my neck, sending sparks cascading through me. “I love how your breath gets tight and you whimper when you get close to losing it.”
His words and Dante’s cock thrust me over the edge. Crying out my release, I shatter in their arms, but Dante doesn’t stop and neither does Finn.
He slides his hand between me and Dante and teases my clit.
“How easy it is to make you come once you’ve climaxed.” Finn sucks on my shoulder as he pushes me right into another release.
Dante groans and thrusts in deep, filling me with his warm cum as my pussy convulses around his cock for a second time. He leans in and kisses me as Finn strokes my clit, forcing little aftershocks through me.
“Morning, pip.” He rests his forehead against mine and his cock twitches inside me.
I grin. “Morning, boss.”
“Time to play with Finn.” Dante lowers me to my feet.
Finn draws me back against him as Dante grabs the soap to wash himself while his eyes stay on me.
“All mine now,” Finn whispers in my ear as one hand goes up to my breast and the other delves between my legs. He plucks my nipple while he works my clit hard and fast, bringing me to the edge and shoving me over it.
I gasp as the wave of pleasure crashes over me. He presses my shoulder down.
“Hands on the wall, flower.” He grabs my hips and kicks my feet apart as I follow his orders.
His cock presses against my entrance and then he thrusts inside, deep.
“Fuck,” I whisper, already so sensitive it won’t take much to make me come again.
“Did you like it, flower?” His hips press against mine. His hands keep me from moving my hips at all.
