Finch Brothers and Me

Chapter 7:

He chuckles quietly before leaving me to choose what book I want to read. Once I have, he takes it from my hands and leans back in the chair. His deep, rumbling voice fills the air as he reads A Spy In The House Of Love by Anaïs Nin. It's quite funny to hear him tell the woman's story, but it brings me comfort to have someone else's voice in my ear. 

I close my eyes while listening to the settling voice, the not-so-erotic tale of a woman being sexually liberated, and the thumping of his heartbeat. My body sinks freely into his as I relax deeper into the reading zone and the other world I seem to find the most solace in. After being heartbroken again and again, I found that reading is the only place I can be heartbroken over something besides reality. 

I can get lost in another person's life, hear their struggles and triumphs, and it ends. Eventually, the book will end, whether or not I want it to. That was always so comforting, but now I feel as though that no longer has to be my reason to read. I think I get to find another one, and I can't be more excited.

Lincoln's voice continues as I fall asleep once again in his arms, and I place a light hand on his arm.

"If I fall asleep, I can't hear the story."

"I'll stop then. Sleep, baby, sleep."

His fingers run through my hair, another hand tracing circles on my hip.

When I wake up, my legs are intertwined with someone else's. At first, I thought it's going to be Lincoln since I fell asleep on him, but it turns out to be Cooper. I snuggle deeper into his arms, grateful for the warmth that he provides. A kiss is pressed into my hair, and I push on him as I try to get closer.

"You're going to push me off the bed. Stop that."

I giggle at his teasing voice, rolling away from him.

"Not that far."

He pulls my hips forward, yanking our crotches together.

"Much better."

His rock-hard cock sits against my fluttering pussy, my clit pulsing in need. His hand falls between my legs, and a grin makes its way to his face as he feels the throbbing through my somewhat wet underwear. I bite my bottom lip, my eyes gazing up into his gray ones, and I grind down on his hand. 

A moan erupts from my mouth, and his fingers quickly peel my underwear aside. He pulls them off my legs, throwing them onto the floor somewhere. I inhale a sharp breath as his finger instantly goes to fondle the desperate bundle of nerves. I hump him with even thrusts, three of his fingers moving in and out of me. 

We haven't even fucking kissed, and I'm letting him finger fuck me. 

My lips part as I lean forward for a taste of him, and I soon feel his lips landing against my own. His tongue moves into my mouth as he heatedly makes out with me. I reach down into his pants, using no lubricate to harshly rub his erection.

Losing our breath, our lips move apart. We stare at one another as we both cum. My hand becomes wet with his semen. My vagina continues to clench around him, my hips still thrusting down. My juices don't stop for another minute or so before I'm too exhausted to move. We smile, and he presses another kiss to my lips. 

His fingers are gently moved from inside of me. He forces me to watch him as he tastes my juices from his wet fingers. My eyes don't move away from his actions, and I try not to want to jump him again. The door bursts open, and I see the three other men piling into the room. They must have heard us. 

I don't feel at all embarrassed about it, but before I can say a word, my stomach's gurgling ruins the moment. Without even putting on underwear, I throw the now dirty comforter off my legs, exposing the intimate part of my body. Christian's mouth drops open, Kaden's eyes darkening, and Lincoln licking his lower lip.

"I know, boys. Pretty isn't it?"

Not one of them replies, and I giggle at their inability to hide the desire they feel for me. I finally roll out of bed, my feet hitting the cold floor, and my body shivering at the lack of heat. Another jacket is thrown at me with socks but no pants in sight. When I ask, the only answer I get is that they want easy access to me. Not that I mind, I just think that I would rather not freeze my ass off. 

But when I state my argument, the answer is and I quote, 'if you're sitting on our laps it won't freeze. While we're fucking you, it won't freeze'. Well, that's one way to reply. Knowing that it's not worth picking a fight over, and it would be a ridiculous fight, I walk out of the bedroom with no pants or underwear on. 

They follow behind me as I make my way to the kitchen and dig through their fridge for something to eat. A hand smacks my ass, jerking slightly forward, and on instinct, I spread my legs. I quickly snap them together, but when I glance up, I know they already saw it.