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Chapter 3
Jeremiah takes a small step forward and a quiet gasp escapes me. He smiles, but it's not kind. More like the smile of someone finally getting what they want.
"Don't be afraid," he whispers.
But Ezekiel takes a step forward too, and his cock pushes more into my ass, making me move closer to Jeremiah. His words are just the opposite.
"I don't mind if you're afraid. I'd love to feel you shaking beneath me."
I don't get a chance to respond, even though my mind seems incapable of coming up with any words anyway, because in the next breath Jeremiah's lips are on mine. I expect eagerness in his kiss, a roughness since nothing about him or Ezekiel says gentle, timid, or shy. I expect a rushed meeting of lips in response to us finally having this moment that seems like it’s been coming for much longer than a few months, maybe even from the first moment we set eyes on each other. I am surprised to instead receive just a few brushes of his lips against mine. They leave me wanting, tilting my head back each time he pulls away to seek more of his mouth.
Gentle as they are, his kisses still manage to take over all of my senses, until all I feel are his lips. The way they begin to press harder to mine, beginning to take more from me with his lips staying on mine now. His head tilts to get more of me a moment before his tongue licks between my lips, not asking but demanding I open. And I do, with a gasp at the feeling of Ezekiel's hands coming to my upper back. I arch forward and Jeremiah groans into my mouth, his tongue circling mine now while Ezekiel begins to drag my dress zipper down. When he's done, his hand, rough with callouses that I love the feel of on my skin, trails down where my dress has parted.
I need air, to breathe, but I can't seem to pull away, not with Jeremiah's kiss growing hungrier and his hands going to my hips to pull me closer. Ezekiel's hands raise, go to my shoulders to push my straps down. As soon as my arms are free of my dress, I raise my arms to wrap them around Jeremiah's neck, hands threading into his hair, pulling him in more. My dress is tugged past my hips, and I feel it slip down my legs and then pool at my feet. I didn't have on a bra and my chest is now bare, brushing against Jeremiah's with each harsh breath. As if he recognizes this at the same time that I do, he rips his mouth away from mine and looks down, eyes half-lidded as they take in my breasts. His hands come up to cover them just as I feel Ezekiel's hands come to my hips.
A shuddering breath leaves me as he begins bringing my panties down, but it turns into a gasp when he bites my ass cheek. A dark chuckle comes from behind me and I begin to turn to look at him, but Jeremiah stops me. His hand on my chin turns my face back to him.
"That sound," he says huskily. "I want to hear that sound again."
His words, the look in his eyes, his hold on my chin, and the feeling of Ezekiel behind me, it’s all so suddenly overwhelming that I realize I’m scared. That even though I've wanted this for so long, it may be too much. That doing this with them is still a mistake. That come morning, I'll regret every moment of this. But I have wanted this for so long. I have fantasized about what it feels like to be between them. I have longed for their hands and lips on me. There’s no turning back now. I don’t want to turn back now. So, I push all my fears and anxieties aside to pretend I'm much more confident than I am right now.
"I'm still not entirely sure either of you can get that sound out of me," I challenge.
He just grins, but it's Ezekiel that responds. "How can you lie to yourself so easily?"
As if to show me what a liar I am, Jeremiah moves forward, bringing his lips to my neck. My hands immediately go back to his hair, liking far too much the way the strands feel between my fingers, how I'm already imagining using my grip to keep his head between my thighs. His teeth bite at my skin, but I fight to suppress my moan. It feels like a losing battle though, when Ezekiel slides his hand up my leg, inching up right to where I am aching for them. But he doesn't go any further, denying me what I know damn well he knows I need. I hate myself for arching for him, and for the way he moves his hand to ensure I don't get more.
Instead, he kisses my lower back, lips soft there, but still enough to make my eyes flare wide with the new rush of heat that flows through me. I arch again, basically helpless not to, and this time, he moves his hand up. The sigh that leaves me when his finger brushes against my clit is traitorous but needed, if only to keep me from moaning instead.
Jeremiah's hands come up to cover my breasts. They're so much like Ezekiel's, calloused and rough, just as strong, but bigger, his fingers longer. His thumbs rub my nipples in circles as Ezekiel does the same to my clit, another finger sliding through my wetness until it reaches my opening, but he doesn't enter me.
"Are you going to tease me all night long?" I breathlessly ask Ezekiel.
"I couldn't if I tried."
Then, his finger drives into me. A moan bursts from my mouth but is quickly swallowed by Jeremiah bringing his mouth back to mine. His lips devour me as Ezekiel's fingers torture me, rubbing, thrusting, hooking, pleasing, dragging long, deep sounds from me that only travel into Jeremiah's mouth. I arch my back, riding Ezekiel’s hand while his lips kiss up my spine, just a ghost of his lips really but more than enough to have me shivering more than once.
Then, his lips are gone from my back and coming to my ear as Jeremiah and I break apart.
"Take her in the room," he tells Jeremiah, right before he slides his finger out of me.
Jeremiah licks his lips as his hands drop from my breasts, one of them taking my hand in his. I step out of the pool of my dress and my panties to begin following him to the bedroom Ezekiel came out of. But I look over my shoulder, curious if Ezekiel will be doing what he said. Sure enough, his towel is on the ground around him, and his cock is in his hand. Long, wide in his grip as he strokes himself. I look up to find his eyes on my ass, just like he said. And the finger he just had inside of me between his lips.
"Oh, my God," I murmur to myself, but Jeremiah hears me. Of course, he does.
“Calling on the Lord already?" he taunts. "We haven't even really started yet."
A new wave of nerves hit me as we enter the bedroom. The sheets are perfect, and seem far too innocent looking for what we're about to do on them. Will we be on the bed? What positions will they have me in? How and where will Jeremiah have me so that Ezekiel can watch?Watch. I've never been watched before, not even to touch myself. Will I be comfortable with that?
"Hey, hey. You okay?" Jeremiah asks low.
I look away from him at Ezekiel's approaching form. His cock still in his hand, his teeth biting into his bottom lip as he looks up and down my body. But then Jeremiah is turning my face, so I have to look at him again.
"Are you okay?" he asks, more adamantly.
And that's what puts me at ease again. Him being, I'm sure, just as needy as me, but still asking if all of this is okay. I smile up at him while I nod.
"I'm okay."
