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I need more. I…
It suddenly registers that the sound is gone. The sound from the movie. The room is quiet, and I don’t hear her crying out or moaning anymore. I continue to rub circles as I blink my eyes open.
Noah and Kaleb aren’t watching the movie anymore. They’re watching me.
I suck in a quick breath, stopping my rubbing.
My mouth falls open, and I look down, seeing my blanket is gone, fallen on the floor. Noah is still in his seat next to me, but he’s not stroking anymore, and Kaleb has risen from his chair, standing and watching me.
My top is pulled up, my breasts exposed, and I pull my hand out of my shorts, unable to speak or barely breathe.
Shit.
I shoot up, but Noah is there, leaning over me before I have a chance to climb off the couch.
“Don’t stop,” he whispers.
His eyebrows are pinched together—vulnerable, almost like he’s in pain.
He takes my hand. I tense, but I don’t pull away as I watch him sink my fingers into his mouth. The same fingers I was using a moment ago.
He sucks them one by one and then pushes my hand back down between my legs.
“Rub it again.”
No, I…
He kisses my forehead as he slips his cock back inside his pants.
“It’s okay,” he says. “Rub your clit.”
My body still wracked with need, a trickle of sweat running down my back. Kaleb’s eyes are trained on me, unblinking and his whole body rigid.
I glance between them, nervous, but I slide my fingers back into my panties and play like he wants me to. Noah’s eyes slowly fall down my body, taking everything in.
/> “Look what she’s been hiding under my clothes,” he says to Kaleb.
Kaleb moves over to the sofa, sitting behind my head, and I look up, meeting his eyes. He pushes a lock of hair off my forehead as Noah leaves sweet, light kisses around my face.
My fingers start working harder as both of them hover over me, watching me.
“That’s it,” Noah says in a strained voice, holding my face as he kisses my nose and then my lips. “Good girl.”
I feel his fingers slip under the waistband of my shorts, and he starts to pull them down.
I look at him, pleading, “No.”
“Yes.”
He pulls my shorts and panties down just over my ass, so they can watch my fingers work between my legs.
Noah’s lips dip to my stomach, trailing down, and on reflex, I go to push him away with my other hand—or maybe hold him to me, I don’t know—but Kaleb grips my wrist and pulls my hand back.
I meet his eyes, groaning at the little wet circles I’m rubbing over my pussy.
“Looks like we might have a little something to play with this winter, after all,” Noah tells his brother.
I twist my lips into a snarl, about to protest, but Noah kisses me quiet. “Shhh,” he whispers.
