Story 9 - FUN HOLIDAY 2.
Aria
I was sandwiched between them.
Dylan behind me, shirtless, his palm wrapped around my throat like it belonged there.
Aiden in front of me, on his knees, fingers on my waist, his soft, sinful mouth hoveríng right over mine.
I didn't know who to look at. My body was quivering, I hadn't even recovered from Aiden's tongue and now I had both of them, fully awake, fully aware, and fully hard.
Aiden touched my cheek gently. "Are you okay?"
His voice was soft.
But the bulge pressing against his shorts was totally different.
"You don't have to be shy anymore," I whispered. "I've seen the way you look at me."
"I didn't mean to," he murmured, flushing. "It just.. happens. You're just, so…"
"She's perfect," Dylan muttered behind me. "And greedy. Say it, Aria."
