He pressed his palm to my stomach before gliding down to repeat the action beneath my skirt, his two fingers sliding into me with ease to scissor once more, confirming I was right because it felt the same. “Who sucked your clit?” he asked. “Me or Zeph?”
“Zeph,” I whispered, recalling the way his stubble felt against my flesh.
“And who brought you to orgasm?” Zeph asked, his lips still hovering over mine.
“Both of you,” I replied on a moan as Kols hooked his fingers to stroke a spot inside me that caused stars to blink behind my eyes.
“You’re amazing at this game,” Zeph praised, his lips sliding to my ear. “Now we’re going to feed you our cocks, and you’re going to guess which one of us is inside you based on taste alone.”
Kols removed his touch from below and brought his hand to my mouth. “Suck,” he instructed, dipping his fingers into my mouth.
The wantonness of tasting myself on his skin had me groaning in approval, my heart hammering inside my chest. Then they were moving again, rearranging themselves on the bed and pulling my wrists free of the restraints.
I allowed them to guide me to where they wanted me, aware of who held me based on their scents alone. First, Kols guided me up onto my knees. Then Zeph twisted me around and urged me to bend forward until my palms met the mattress.
Neither male released me until they were sure I was steady, their palms tracking over every inch of me and lighting my skin on fire along the way. They shifted again, one of them moving behind me while the other positioned himself at my head. I recognized Kols’s spicy scent as he nudged my chin upward to the angle he preferred.
Then the head of his cock kissed my lips.
I opened for him on instinct, allowing him to enter and indulging in his familiar flavor.
Cinnamon, spice, and man.
I groaned, swallowing him as deep as my throat allowed. His fingers twined in my hair, stilling me when I started to pull back for air. He seemed to be trying to catch his breath, perhaps even not make a sound, but I already knew it was him, something I would have told him if I could.
After a beat, he allowed me to move, my nostrils flaring to inhale much-needed oxygen, but he didn’t let me pop him out ofmy mouth. Instead, he drove back in, his grip tightening as he forced me to take more of him.
I relaxed my throat, allowing him to drive while a hand slipped between my thighs to test my arousal. The kiss against the base of my spine told me Zeph approved of what he found.
That little gesture gave the game away, confirming what I already knew about their positions—Kols being in my mouth with Zeph behind me.
Zeph always guarded me in my dreams, his gaze ever watchful as if needing to reassure himself that I was enjoying the act. And he frequently touched me to gauge my interest in certain things, like he did now by sliding his finger through my damp folds.
It made me trust him, even when he took me outside of my comfort zone.
Kols left my lips slowly, drawing me back to him and eliciting a complaint from my throat. He caressed my cheek in response, then moved to switch places with Zeph.
I considered telling them I already knew who was where, but the velvety kiss of Zeph’s arousal against the edge of my mouth distracted me.
Oh, yes, please. I wanted to taste him. To learn his likes and dislikes. To please him. To swallow his pleasure just as he did mine.
My lips parted for him, my tongue already moving to greet him as he slid inside far gentler than I expected. I could feel the tension in him, the way he held himself back, and for some reason, that made me want to push him. To see if I could dismantle some of his control and set him free.
Because I wanted to experiencehim, the man behind the dominance, the one who craved me without remorse. I’d seen that male lurking in his gaze, had felt him rising in my dreams, but had yet to experience him in the flesh.
I needed to devour him, to know him, to feel him inside me.
I wanted him tocome.
I hollowed my cheeks, my throat working to take him deeper, only his palm gripped the back of my neck to pull me away from him instead. Kols’s palms burned against my hips as he held me in place, the tip of Zeph’s cock whispering against my lips.
I leaned forward to lick him, only to be held back by his hand around my neck. “You already knew it was me, didn’t you, pixie flower?”
“Yes,” I admitted. “Kols went first, but I wanted to taste you, so I didn’t say anything.”
He released my nape and drew his knuckles across my cheekbone in a tender manner. They both seemed keen on that little motion.
Actually, there were a lot of similarities between Zeph and Kols.
