His touch feels so different. His hands, the way he’s teasing me.
Cain pauses. Watching us. It’s feels so explicit to be held like this, to be between them like this.
Cain takes my hand, the one that’s not still on Aeron’s dick and places it on his. I stare up at him. I’m literally groping both their dicks at the same time. God what the hell am I doing?
“Relax, Little Dove, just let your head feel it.” Cain murmurs moving his hand to slide between my thighs.
I whimper. Not in fear but because my leg is held so that I’m literally spread wide for him. And god, do I want him in this moment. His touch is lighter. Again, so different from Aeron’s. He runs his hand over the fabric, feeling all of what I have underneath as if he’s exploring me. As if I’m some newfound treat he wants to savour.
Aeron begins alternating between twirling one of my nipples and squeezing them. It feels incredible and they’re so hard now I think I could cut glass. My hands are frozen, unmoving on their dicks, beca
