CHAPTER 190

MOONA POV

It’s warm in the middle, wedged tight between two hot bodies in Cain’s bed. I love it here.

I try not to remember it’s Sunday night and they’ll be back at work again in the morning.

Cain’s hand is on my stomach, Brian’s is on mine. One of my legs hooks Cain’s , the other hooks his.

I should be exhausted but I’m not. I should be ready for sleep after an afternoon trekking through fields, my pussy sore from taking Brian again earlier.

But I’m not.

I want them both again and I want them now. I can’t get enough of them.

I can’t get enough of them loving me. Wanting me. Taking care of me.

I can’t get enough of the way I know they’ll pull me back in line whenever I get too much, either.

Rough. That’s what I want.

Rough and strong and dirty.

My two dirty daddies.

I must manage an hour or two of trying to sleep before it gets too much. Cain rolled onto his side, facing me, his breath even against my cheek.

Brian is still on his back, rigid as he stares up at the ceiling.

I know he’s awake. I know he’s still churning with all of this.

His hand is still in mine until I pull free and run my fingers up his arm.

I don’t speak, not with my mouth anyway. It’s my hand that glides across his body, feeling every ridge of him, as though I’m trying to prove to myself he’s really here.

The months I spent thinking about him come flooding back. Nights of playing with my pussy until I couldn’t take any more. Months of imagining him naked under his suit.

And now he’s here.

This weekend he’s really here and he’s really mine.

His breath quickens as I stroke my hand down his belly. His muscles are tight and lean, tightening further as my hand moves lower.

Cain was right, I’m a dirty girl. My clit is already thrumming for more, my nipples sensitive, even against the soft cotton bedding.

I can’t stop squirming, and it’s a relief to find Brian hard when I reach him. He rolls onto his side without a sound, and his mouth finds mine in the darkness.

Slow kisses. Soft kisses. Wet kisses.

My hand moved slowly up and down the length of him.

His breath in my mouth, his tongue lapping at mine. His finger, teasing my nipple so softly I think I’ll explode.

“Love me,” I whisper.

“I do,” he breathes and mine hitches.

He dips his mouth to my neck and his lips feel so nice there. His tongue finds my ear and drives me insane. I’m panting and I can’t stop, squeezing his dick as he rocks his hips.

“Cain,” he whispers, “we have to wake Cain.”

And he’s right, we do.

It’s how we are. All three of us are together.

I wake him in the best way I know how. My hand gripped around his cock as I found his mouth with mine. Brian’s still kissing my ear, his thumb still teasing my nipple as I squirm for him.

I’m desperate. Needy in a way I’ve never been needy before. Warm in bed between two men I love.

Cain hardens in my hand, his breath shallow as he moves his hips in rhythm. He doesn’t say a word as he kisses me back, just pushes his tongue inside my mouth and hitches my leg further over his.

It’s gentle. Torturous. Everything teases as two dicks shunt slowly in my grip.

Two sets of fingers slip down between my legs. Fingers brushing over each other as two men play with my clit. Two fingers push inside me and I don’t know who they belong to, but I don’t care. Another two line up against them and I moan that I want it. In and out, first two and then a different two, and then both. Four fingers stretching me. Two men inside me at once. Two men kissing my neck at once.

Two mouths on my tits.

Two dicks thrusting.

One mouth on mine, then another. Over and over. Open-mouthed kisses that set me on fire. A thumb on my clit that drives me insane.

I want this every night. I want the three of us in bed from now until the end of time.

It’s Cain that rolls me to face Brian and guides my leg up and over. It’s Cain that urges us on as four fingers make way for one hard cock.

He slides his hand down between us, fingering my clit as Brian pushes his dick inside me. His hand is wedged tight, fingertips pressed right on target.

Slow thrusts, all the way in and all the way out again. And then Cain, hitching up tight behind me with his big dick pressed against my ass.

I want to tell him I like it. I want to tell him I’ve done things. Dirty things. Things I know I like already.

I want to tell him to do them to me, but I don’t know how to say it.

I’m going to come already, fucked so slowly by Brian as Cain circles my clit. Only Brian stops before it gets that far. He pulls out and urges me to back up on Cain.

Cain takes his place without hesitation.

A few deep thrusts and he passes me back.

Brian , Cain, Brian, Cain.