She dropped her bag on the floor, and, stepping into the living room, collapsed onto the leather sofa. There was a table carved out of a massive slab of wood, which floated rather than stood on legs but on a broad vortex of tree branches. Finley set the dessert tray on the table.
"Trust us?" Finley asked, sitting next to her.
"Ah, I – oddly enough, yes."
"I'd love to blindfold you. Surprise me on this." Alfie pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and she let him tie it around her eyes.
"Now, we feed you."
He put a piece of cake between her lips. The cake was wet and sweet in her mouth and she contentedly sighed. Alfie's hands, warm and slightly calloused, rested for a moment on her lips and she curled inward with excitement deep in her belly at the closeness of contact from this stunning man – a stranger, but one who somehow felt safe and guarded.
When his fingertips retreated from her lips she stuck out her tongue and he emitted a low chuckle.
The blindfold prevented her from viewing where the brothers were, but she could feel the sofa sag under Finley's weight and hear the creak of the leather as he sat down next to her on the couch. She could feel the warmth of his thigh against hers, even through two garments, and she knew she was wet in her panties, her pussy throbbing. Her nipples ached, rubbing against the fabric of her shirt.
Tight fingers pressed something cold and sweet against her lips and she let them open. Finley pressed the slice of juicy, ripe strawberry into her mouth and she bit down, listening to a muffled moan from him as juice trickled over her chin and down her throat in a sticky stream. Then she felt the warmth of his lips on her throat and it was her turn to moan. Finley gently nibbled on her neck, soothing the tender skin with his tongue, and there was a flash of electricity shooting through her body, sparking her nerve endings and leaving her electrically ravenous to the extent that she gasped and squirmed uncomfortably in her seat. He bit his teeth into her flesh and she gasped as they broke her skin. She thought she could smell the slightly coppery odor of blood. Despite the slight hurt, although she had been aware that a bruise was going to appear there, Grace did not experience pain. As Finley pulled back to treat the spot with tender kisses, the minor ache in the skin of her throat gave rise to an answering ache in her clitoris, deep and insistent.
It was a different kind of pleasure; one she had never known before.
She heard a faint rustle, and alfie had his hands on her, pulling her to stand. She barely had the strength not to whine at the absence of Finley's warmth and was about to protest, but alfie grasped the hem of her shirt and tore it off in one swift motion.
The handkerchief covering her eyes slipped for a moment and she caught a glimpse of smooth, bulging skin and caramel-colored eyes that smoldered with unhidden passion. She realized alfie had taken his shirt off.and then she recalled that he had taken her shirt off, and in a squeal she crossed her arms over her chest to cover herself, burning with shame.
"Stop that." Alfie's voice was low and gentle, but there was a hint of authority behind it.
"What? Stop what?" Esme couldn't help herself. She was blind.
She was trembling with excitement and, suddenly, nerves. The thought of these beautiful, captivating men laying eyes on her pale, imperfect body curled her stomach into knots that had nothing to do with lust.
"Don't hide from us." Finley's voice came from behind her and she felt the heat of his naked chest against her back. "You're beautiful." He unsnapped her lacy bra then crowded in behind her, sliding the straps over her shoulders.
Beautiful, he repeated. He ran his hand over the side of her thigh. "Those hips." He released her arms from the fold across her body, ran his fingers over her bellies of curves. "Those curves." Then he touched a finger along the nipple where it was puckered against the lacy fabric of her bra, hard and rolled. "Your breasts.".
He stripped the cups from over her breasts and she gasped when the coarse material ruffled against her pebbled nipples. He dove down and sucked one rose-tipped peak briefly into the warmth of his mouth, and Esme felt a bolt of lust shoot straight to her pussy. She mewled.
Suddenly she realized she felt none of the self-conscious shyness she'd come to link with sex. With these men, among these men, listening to the hoarse appreciation and need in their voices, feeling the way their bodies responded to her, she wanted nothing but to be wanted.
She gasped when she could feel Finley's hard cock thrusting against the chubby rise of her ass, as alfie crowded in tight, filling his hard body against her.
Abruptly feeling randy and deserted, she encircled his neck with her arms, allowing her entire breasts to push against his chest. He pushed his hips into her, allowing her to feel the massive size of his erection, and she moaned. With her mouth opening, he leaned in and kissed.
She squeezed her thighs together in a attempt to soothe the tenderness in her pussy. Her panties were damp and her nipples were pebbled against alfie's chest, needy and sensitive. Alfie rubbed his palms up between their bodies, rubbing the silky flesh of her belly and then clenching his hands around her breasts, pressing them and groaning into her mouth as their soft roundness filled large hands. Finley nuzzled against her buttocks, cradling her filled hips and pushed against her in a lust dance as his heat blew across the sensitive curve between her neck and shoulder. They enveloped her with their scent, beast-like and musky.
Their rapid, rasping breaths echoed in her ears and each touch, each caress, each word and sensation seemed intensified by the fact that she couldn't see the good-looking men who were worshiping her body.
As they led her over to the bearskin rug and sat her down, she luxuriated in the luxury of the dense, silky fur against her backside. She stroked her hand into the rich pile, then jumped as a champagne cork popped.
A somebody dropped to his knees behind her, placing his ass between her parted legs and pulling her back to rest against him. With her eyes closed, she knew by the sure touch that it was alfie, and she luxuriated in his strength as he stroked his hands over her breasts, soothing and relaxing, then pinching at her nipples to make them sit up and pay attention before continuing with his fingers on hypnotic circles and spirals once more.
She felt the pressure of Finley's hands on her thighs, spreading them apart slowly, and couldn't help but move to cover herself with her hands as she realized he was looking at the pink slickness of her pussy, the glistening wetness of her arousal. But Finley pinned her hands and pressed them firmly to her sides, where she locked her fingers in the heavy fur of the rug again.
Alfie's fingers receded from her.then she screamed as a blast of cold fluid hit her flesh, trickling between her breasts and pooling in the heavy dip of her navel. The pungent smell of champagne was introduced to her nostrils and she experienced the tiny bubbles kissing her skin and bubbling in her belly button. All self-consciousness discarded, she laughed and arched, and was repaid with double gurgles of mirth and admiration for her efforts. Then laughter and air were stolen from her as Finley made his way up her chest and began to lap the stickiness from her sternum. Her heart hammered against her ribcage as he nibbled in between his teeth at her nipple, first softly, then with a mouthing nip that left her arcing back against him.
For stunned moments she was lost. Behind her alfie teased and nudged her back into him again. She realized he'd snuck in while she was busy to get naked when she could feel the heavy mass of his cock pressed against her back, and her head spun at the realization that a man such as he desired her so badly – that men such as they desired her. She smiled, raising her hand to brush the blindfold away and softly observing as Finley moved across her body in order to drink the champagne from her navel.
He pushed his tongue into the tiny indentation and Esme arched towards him again. He moved down between her parted thighs and, lips wet with champagne, lapped at her pussy. His tongue roughed hungrily across her tightly clenched opening and she let out a raw moan on a voice she barely even recognized as hers.
He sucked on her clitoris as though the small, sensitive bud were a small bit of tasty candy, and pleasure coursed through her body, so intense it left her gasping and contorting and slick with sweat.
Alfie nuzzled the back of her neck and the twin feels – one mouth on her back and the other one between her legs – sent ribbons of heat along her body. A bittersweet, aching pleasure started to build in her pelvis and she pressed her hips towards Finley's fiercely moving mouth and tongue.
Lapping at her clitoris, he brought his hand up and slowly, with maddening pressure, worked one finger into her tight channel, bearing irresistibly into her. She felt her private muscles clenching against him, greedy to have him inside her.
He broke away, gasping, to murmur, "You're so wet," and his hot breath on her intimate flesh almost sent her tumbling over the edge into orgasm.
Then they were dragging her, turning her around, stroking her plumper thighs and squeezing her buttocks, telling her sweet things, and she was on all fours, panting with effort and greed, positioning her hips in lewd, animal-like offer.
Behind her Finley growled and ran his tongue up, over her clit, dipping briefly into her wet, clenching channel and over the intimate puckered flesh of her anus, making her squeak with a combination of surprise and agonized arousal.
Opening her eyes, she found alfie kneeling before her, his penis erect and straining inches away from her lips. A pearly bead of moisture trembled on the tip and she opened her mouth to curl her tongue around the head of his cock.
He swept his fingers through the shining strands of her black hair, not drawing her to him but standing completely still as he allowed her to draw him in further. His hoarse, raspy cry sent shivers of delight racing through her body at the very instant that Finley brought the head of his cock to her aching, famished flesh.
She gasped for air as she sucked alfie's cock and Finley slipped inside one, seamless stroke. Her pussy grasped him and she trembled from crown to sole for heaven-cries of painful moments. She was so stuffed, immobile and unthinking, until they both moved out and she stayed empty and panting, head bent, shoulders slumping.
Then Finley rubbed the submissive flesh of her liberal buttocks and he entered her again. His breathing was in short, burning gasps and she could feel tension in his body, the rigid control he was employing to resist pushing into her hard enough to hurt.
She felt a crazy pressure mounting – a throbbing heaviness that built and built in her belly, flared at her clit. She screamed repeatedly, her voice raw, her pussy clutching at Finley's cock.
He took her to her knees, pulling her back against him. He pounded fiercely, wildly, squeezing her breasts, and burst out in a rough cry, continuing to pound into her even as he collapsed back, flinging her down with him in a sweaty, contented mass of limbs. He breathed his contentment and wrapped his arms around her, holding on when she would shift away, his body hard and confident beneath her spine.
Alfie followed them down, fist his throbbing dick, his good-looking face set in hard lines of desire. His eyes, coffee with a dash of caramel, strong and sweet, captured hers as he shuddered and spilled himself over his hand and onto the softness of her belly.
As he braced himself over them on straining arms he let his head fall against her collarbone and pressed his lips against her throat. He breathed deeply, as if filling his lungs with her scent, then rolled to the side and off her body. Esme took advantage of the moment to free herself from Finley, who burrowed back happily against her side. Supporting himself on one elbow, alfie gently took Esme's hand and brought it to his mouth. He kissed the tips of her fingers gently, turned her hand over and kissed her palm, her wrist. He traced up the length of her arm and paused at the crook of her elbow. A shiver of pleasure down to the bone ran through Esme as he bit into the tender flesh and then pulled back, leaving a clean double crescent of tooth indentations.
He wiped a smudge of blood away with the flat of his tongue, and then looked at her, his toffee-colored eyes clouded over with satiated lust and primitive contentment.
"Now you're ours," he whispered. "Truly ours." He gently kissed the love bite Finley had left on her throat.
"Ours," his brother echoed from his place at Esme's side, wrapping one possessive arm over her stomach.Esme closed her eyes and let herself sink into their possessive embrace. Yours, she thought. Only yours. But only for a little while.