“With pleasure.” The man cupped her face and took her mouth, angled head and eyes shut tight.
Finn moved his hands back to her hips and Daniel took over thumbing her nipples. A soul kiss if he had ever seen one. How they breathed through it Finn wasn’t sure, but Al began moving restlessly beneath him.
It was time.
Finn drew back. She shivered. He pushed into her. She broke off the kiss and moaned, fingers clutching at the bedding on either side of Daniel’s head. He did it again, pulling out and thrusting back into her, Daniel moving in counterpart to him this time. The feel of the other man’s dick stroking inside her was a strange, tantalizing sensation. His skin tingled and his balls drew tight. His dick throbbed in the tight embrace of her body.
“I can’t last,” Finn said.
“Make yourself come, baby.” Daniel instructed, and Al complied, fingers sliding down her body. Her hips kicked back against them and the tight ring of muscle clenched at his cock. Finn lost it, fucking himself into her, Daniel following suit.
Their woman groaned, pitching forward against Dan’s chest, body shaking and shuddering as she came. Her internal muscles crimped down on him, squeezed him tight. Finn thrust deep and held there, emptying himself into her.
Finn shut his eyes against the flickering lights, gave in to the swell of heat and emotion rising through him.
When he came to, his face was pressed to her back, wet with their combined sweat. His half-soft cock was stil buried in her ass.
Al’s only proof of life was the shallow rise and fall of her rib cage. Going again so soon wasn’t an option, birthday or not. He needed to get off her.
“I love you,” he said. Gently, he pulled free of her body and rose to his feet.
Dan gave him a lazy wink, one finger wrapping itself in a strand of her hair.
Finn headed to the bathroom, cleaned himself up and took a wet facecloth back for Al. She had crawled off the man and lay on her side, one arm thrown across Dan’s chest. Finn eased her knee up onto Dan’s hip and ran the cloth over the swollen bud of her rear entrance.
“I like the balloons,” he said. and received a tired smile.
“You do?”
“Yep.” Finn put the washcloth aside and lay down behind her. “And I really liked your present.”
She gave a low chuckle. “That’s good.”
“Are you sore?” He scattered kisses over her shoulder, the one that had been hurt.
“A little. You know, I’m pretty certain that’s not how you make babies, Finn.”
“I had that part covered,” Dan rumbled.
“Mmm. Yes, you did,” Ali said. There was a pause, her shoulders rising and falling on a deeper breath. “I think I’m a couple of days late. I can’t be sure, things haven’t been regular the last few months.”
“Babe.” Dan leant over, kissed the side of her face. “I guess we’l see.”
Finn curved his arm around her, seaming himself to her back.
Home.
“Best. Birthday. Ever.”
About Kylie Scott
Kylie is a long-time fan of erotic love stories and B-grade horror films. She demands a happy ending, and if blood and carnage occur along the way, so much the better. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and one wonderful husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet.