Page 5 of Payback

“Just thinking about swirling my tongue over your cock-heads.” I ran my thumbs over both their slits. Edward’s skin there was silkier than Blake’s, who had a slightly rougher texture I ached to explore. “It’s a shame we have a prior appointment.”

“Not fair,” Blake moaned.

Edward snickered. “I’m sure Emilia can give us a blow by blow demonstration in the limo.”

A laugh bubbled up to the back of my throat, and I quickened my movements.

Their breaths came in shallow pants, and I varied my ministrations. A squeeze at the base, a twist at the head, each time, I reveled in the boys’ gasps and moans and shudders.

“Which of you will last the longest?” I asked.

“At this rate,” said Blake between clenched teeth. “Neither of us.”

I flicked a strand of wet hair from out of my face. “That’s high praise, coming from you.”

Edward slid his fingers between my legs and circled my clit, sending pleasure sparking from my core. “I think you’ll climax first.”

“Ha!” Blake bent at my chest, closed his lips around my nipple, and sucked. The muscles of my core tightened with each gentle flick of his tongue. With his other hand, he rolled my nipples between his fingers.

A moan reverberated in the back of my throat. If it wasn’t for the shower’s constant stream of hot water, sweat would have broken out on my skin. Sensations swirled through my insides and gathered in my core, which ached with need. This was so unfair. Two of them working on me while my hand movements faltered.

“I thought Emilia said she could handle us both,” Blake murmured with my nipple still in his mouth.

Edward rubbed the pad of his thumb over my clit while his index finger delved into my folds. “She never actually said she could.”

“Fuck,” I gasped out.

Edward’s relentless fingers continued playing me like I was some kind of toy that dispensed moans and shudders at his command. His fingers pumped in and out of me, making the muscles of my core spasm and clench and twitch.

I tried to focus on the lengths pulsing in my grip, on making the boys climax first, but Blake’s tongue and Edward’s fingers kept bringing me back to reality. There was no winning with them working together to turn me into a moaning, twitching mess.

Warm water beat against my face like a summer storm.

Blake’s dark chuckle caressed my core. “Let go, Emilia. Let us take you to a well-earned climax. There’s no shame in losing to us.”

Edward huffed a silent laugh.

“Alright,” I said between panting breaths. “But winning when it’s two against one doesn’t count.”

“Of course, it doesn’t.” Blake’s answer was too smooth and silky to be heartfelt, but who cared with that hand kneading my breast? “Relax… I want to see you come.”

A spasm released all the built-up pleasure in a wave of sensation that arched out from my core, swept down every limb, and crashed against each nerve ending. My shoulders seized, both hands curled tighter around the boys’ erections, and I rocked back on my heels. Blake’s arm around my back kept me steady, but the next spasm tore a moan from my lips.

My muscles pulsed around Edward’s fingers, and his thumb stilled but maintained the pressure on my clit. As I convulsed through this seemingly endless climax, the boys continued thrusting, their slick lengths sliding back and forth against my tight grip.

Wave after wave of pleasure rocked my body. I couldn’t explain why this climax was so intense. A release of all the pent-up pressure from the night before, perhaps? Edward groaned first—closely followed by Blake, and they both came to shuddering, spasming climaxes.

My core continued twitching. “I may have started first, but I was the last to finish.”

* * *

Henry had already left to take an early train with Duncan to visit the girls in the Accident and Emergency department of Guy’s Hospital and would join us later with an update on their progress. After an enjoyable drive, where I got a chance to taste the boys as I had fantasized in the shower, the limo stopped at the Dorchester Hotel, opposite Hyde Park.

The Dorchester was more modern than I had imagined, with none of the architectural features I’d become accustomed to at Mercia Academy. With terrazzo slabs covering the walls instead of bricks or stone-cladding, it reminded me of one of the hotels on Park Avenue. But when we stepped out of the limo and entered the vast, black-and-white tiled lobby, its art deco features made me catch my breath.

“She’ll probably be at the Promenade.” Blake gestured at a long, open space on the right. It was wider than any hallway I’d ever seen and consisted of three rows of mahogany tables with elegant, green chairs. “Mother often comes here for afternoon tea.”

“Let’s see if she’s here.” Edward placed an arm around my waist, and the three of us made our way to the Promenade.