We tossed the tequila back at the same time and clinked the glasses down.
Ezra didn’t waste a second. He prowled around the counter, grabbed my hand, and led me down the hall to another room. I could hear Cole’s steps behind us.
The door opened to a large bedroom with a king-size bed, neatly made with white sheets. Glass doors to the right opened directly to the pool in the backyard. At the foot of the bed was a long bench, and this is where Ezra sat me down.
I took in the men before me. They were beautiful opposites. Cole was dusk, with his black curls, deep-hazel eyes, and tanned skin. Ezra was dawn, blue eyes light like the morning sky on a perfect summer day. His hand reached up to scrub at his clean-shaven jaw as he allowed his gaze to wander over my entire body.
I was exposed, vulnerable, and unbearably turned on.
“Take off your clothes,” I commanded, suddenly needing to take control. I could do this if I was in control.
The slowness of their movements as they complied was the sweetest type of torture. My toes curled as their shirts hit the carpeted floor to reveal the perfect bodies that hid beneath.
They looked like suchmen. Not at all like the boys I’d been with in my earlier years. I suppose that between nineteen and twenty-one, boys grew into men, but my self-imposed celibacy had made me miss out on this transformation.
Ezra was slightly more muscular than Cole, even though Cole stood a few inches taller. I wanted to run my nails down their hard chests and lick the ridges between their perfect abs—some primal part of me demanded that I claim my territory. Of course, thinking of them as mine was a dangerous illusion triggered by the hormones currently raging within me.
Just one time, I reminded myself.
Their pants came off next, and I discovered that they both favored boxer briefs, which did nothing to hide the shape of what was hard and ready underneath.
I crooked my finger, summoning them closer. They moved until they were near enough for me to reach over and cup their tight balls through the fabric of their underwear.
Squeezing gently, I marveled at how they both sucked in harsh breaths. Ezra’s fingers landed on my cheek and then dipped into my mouth, his eyes silently telling me what he wanted me to do. I sucked on his fingers, moving my hands up until both of their hard ridges were twitching in my palms. The anticipation of having them inside my mouth, inside my cunt, inside any hole they wanted to use was making me squirm on the soft surface of the bench, the friction not nearly enough to relieve the ache between my legs.
Ezra’s fingers left my mouth with a pop, and I licked my lips, trying to capture anything of him left behind.Enough playing, I thought. My fingers slipped behind the bands of their underwear, and I pulled until at last they sprung naked. Their cocks pointed at me, alert and demanding. Cole’s was thick and dark, the head almost purple and glistening with precum. Ezra’s leaned slightly to the right, with neatly trimmed red curls at the base and prominent veins running up the shaft.
I felt a rush from seeing them bare while I was still fully dressed. These powerful, desirable men were held captive by me, awaiting my direction. I reached for their cocks, lightly tracing the undersides with the tips of my fingers, watching their lower abdominals contracting, and letting their needy hisses caress my ears.
The boxers were bunched around their thighs and I leaned closer to tug them all the way down to their feet before lifting my eyes back up. Ezra’s mouth was parted, his eyes hooded and dark. “Please,” he urged in a raw whisper.
They were done playing as well.
At my nod, they moved immediately. Cole lifted me up to my feet, his fingers creeping under the edge of my shirt and pulling it over my head. He stared at my breasts, palming them both through my bra and making me gasp at the contact. His mouth descended onto mine, and the kiss sucked all of the air out of my lungs.He wants to claim me, too,I realized.
Growing annoyed at the barrier between us, he pushed down my bra until my breasts spilled over the top, and at the same time, a pair of hands worked on the zipper of my jeans. Ezra was kneeling down behind me, methodically getting me out of my remaining clothes.
Soon, I was standing before them in my black lace panties and a bra that was half off. Ezra circled me, his gaze sparking fires across every inch of my skin.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured.
Cole hummed his agreement, his tongue darting over his lips. “You’re going to be the death of us, you know?”
“Hopefully, you’ll manage to stay alive for the next bit,” I joked, earning myself a firm slap on the ass from the drummer.
Ezra stopped behind me, his mouth hot against my neck as he nibbled and sucked on the sensitive skin below my ear. His hand journeyed over my underwear toward my center, where I knew he’d find the Pacific Ocean.
“Fuck,” he grunted into my ear when he felt the wetness between my legs. “So ready for us.”
“I’ve been ready for days,” I admitted, eliciting a desperate groan from the drummer.
Cole’s hand replaced Ezra’s, and he brushed my clit with the heel of his palm, pressing into it gently and making my knees go weak. Ezra pulled my back into his chest, the heat of his body enveloping me. “What’s your number?” he murmured over my skin.
I furrowed my brow. “My number?”
Cole gave me a long kiss, his hand casually rubbing circles over the wetness seeping through my underwear. “How many times do you want to come before we stop?”
Now it was my turn to swear.
