Filthy Vows - Alessandra Torre Page 0,67

inside. I took the head, then withdrew, rolling my tongue around the tip before I went back down, further this time, my throat opening up for his width. Easton’s fingers bit into my scalp, his pelvis tilted up, and I felt his thighs flexed. “Fuck, baby.”

I worked my mouth faster, hollowing my cheeks as I pulsed on and off his cock, growing bolder as he grew stiffer. Had he ever been so hard? He’d certainly never been so bossy, his hand now fisted in my hair, his voice rough as he encouraged me on.

“Her dress.” The request came from Aaron, his voice hoarse with need. “Can she take it off?”

Emboldened, I started to reach back, to undo the closure, but stopped when Easton’s hand closed on mine, pulling it away. “Let us do it.”

There was a whisper of communication, then Aaron moved into the tight area between me and the bed, his pants brushing against my back as he sat, the mattress sighing from the weight.

“Keep sucking,” Easton urged, the points of his fingers returning to my head.

I did, grateful for the distraction of the task, my skin heating in the anticipation and realization that Aaron was right behind me. His fingers brushed against the nape of my neck, smoothing my hair out of way and I almost groaned.

He stilled. “Is it okay if I undo this?”

I nodded, my mouth too full to speak. He undid the link and slid the fabric off my shoulders, the dress slinking to my lap, leaving my breasts bare. I gripped Easton in my fist and licked up the underside of his cock, flicking my tongue against the lip of his head. “Have him touch me. My tits.”

Aaron didn’t wait for Easton’s response, his hands sliding down my sides and then around to the front. I felt his breath against my shoulder as he bent forward for further access, the bed squeaking as he moved off of it and onto the floor behind me. He must be kneeling behind me, the stiff fabric of his shirt brushing against my back as his big hands cupped my breasts. He was more gentle than Easton. More hesitant. His fingers ghosted over my nipples as if he was afraid to touch them. Under the faint contact, they hardened, desperate for more. I arched into his touch.

“You like that?” Easton rasped. “You like him touching you?”

I nodded and, against my tongue, his dick twitched in response. I pulled off his cock and gasped in a breath. “I love it.”

“Fuck…” Aaron muttered from behind me, his touch growing bolder, and I moaned as he pulled on one nipple, then the next.

“That’s enough.” Easton’s voice was hard and possessive, his cock pulled away from my mouth and replaced by his kiss. I rose on my knees, gripping his hair as he claimed me with a rough and savage kiss. As he broke away, I felt Aaron move to his feet and heard his steps sound against the wood as he came to stand beside Easton.

Both of them, before me. I hesitated, still up on my knees, my breasts goosebumping in the open air.

“Pull out your cock.”

The sound of the zipper was so loud in the room. I was never so grateful for the silence, for the erotic click of the undoing, the rustle of his jeans, the jingle of his belt. Was this… was this actually about to happen?

“Jack off as you watch her.”

I licked my lips, aware that Easton was giving me a chance to restrict Aaron to watching, or bring him deeper into the act. I hesitated, warring between what I desperately wanted and an ingrained resistance strengthened by a lifetime of society’s expectations and opinions. Could I?

I cleared my throat. “I want to taste him.”

Aaron inhaled sharply, and I felt Easton move closer. He leaned down and kissed my shoulder, then gently squeezed one breast. “Good girl. Now open up that perfect little mouth. I want him to feel how well you can take a cock.”

My need unfurled, like a flag hitting the wind, eagerness surging through me as I reached out and found Aaron in the darkness. He stuck straight out, as stiff as Easton had been, and I explored him with my hands and then placed the tip of my tongue on his shaft.

“Jesus.” He moved back, then came forward. His hand touched my head, then he abruptly pulled his dick away.

“Should I stop?” I tilted my head up as if I could see him.

“Fuck