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"If any of this is too much..."
Just him beginning to say what I know he's about to changes my own mindset. I want whatever they're going to give me, do with me, do to me. If I'm giving myself one night with them, then I want it to be everything I ever dreamed it would be.
I shake my head. "Don't hold back."
"Trust me," Ezekiel begins as he reaches us. Then, he’s turning me so I’m facing him. "I don't plan to."
My heart was already racing in my chest, but looking up into his eyes, feeling his hard cock pressing into my stomach, makes it begin to thunder. He smirks down at me like he can tell how nervous he's making me, like he revels in it.
"I've waited so fucking long for this moment," he says low, and it takes me aback. The longing in his voice, the yearning in it.
"So, why aren't you inside me yet?" I ask.
His smirk grows into a grin. "Because first, I'm gonna get your taste on my tongue. I won't be able to hear your moans too much, though. Not with Jeremiah's cock in your mouth."
A shiver races through me right as he kisses me. His kiss has no gentleness, and none of the softness from his words can be found in the way this tongue drives into my mouth. I reach up to grab his sides, pulling him closer as our tongues circle. His hand is in my hair a moment later, yanking my head to the side so he can devour me. There's really no other word for the way his mouth takes and takes from mine. There's no question if I belong to him or not. If he's in control. If this is just a preview of the way he'll take me tonight.
I gasp into his mouth at the feeling of Jeremiah's cock rubbing against my ass. He's pulling me back and my mouth breaks away from Ezekiel's. My eyes open, I don't even remember them closing, to find Ezekiel's eyes going up and down my body yet again, a hungry look in his gaze. Jeremiah moves from behind me, and then the back of my knees hit the bed. The moment I sit down, Ezekiel comes forward, dropping to his knees between my thighs. I look down at him with wide eyes, my chest heaving with my excitement and nerves.
He pulls me forward, until my ass is barely on the bed, and widens my thighs. Then, he's leaning forward, his eyes on mine as he brings his mouth to where an unbearable ache has formed. But I don't get to watch him give me the first lick. Instead, I find myself moaning while looking into Jeremiah's eyes from his hand on my chin turning my face to him. My eyes flutter shut with the second lick, hard to my clit, his beard scratching against my thighs, but they widen when I see Jeremiah directing his cock to my lips.
"Open for him," Ezekiel tells me, his words vibrating against my pussy.
I begin to look down at him, but Jeremiah's grip tightens on my face.
"You stop sucking, he stops licking," Jeremiah warns me.
I open for him, like Ezekiel's words told me to, and Jeremiah's stare is demanding me to. Jeremiah slides into my mouth. I groan, both from the feeling of his cock filling my mouth and the pleasure of Ezekiel sucking on my clit. He slides in and in until he's at the back of my throat, groaning as my eyes flare wide at how deep he is.
"I won't make you swallow me," he says as he pulls back out. "Yet."
My eyes raise to him at his dark promise, and find lust in his stare. Then, my eyes are trying to close again with Ezekiel's tongue flicking my clit. I moan and Jeremiah bites down on his bottom lip as he groans. Jeremiah pulls back and I circle my tongue around the tip of him. His hand moves from my chin to my cheek, stroking there.
"Keep sucking my cock just like that."
He slides back in, groaning above me, just as Ezekiel does against my pussy. Is he watching us from between my thighs? I want to check, but I don't want to let Jeremiah out of my mouth and have Ezekiel move his mouth away from me.
But just knowing his eyes might be on me, I begin bobbing on Jeremiah, hollowing my cheeks to suck him harder, moving my tongue on him. Ezekiel's tongue slides through my wetness and a shaky moan leaves me, muffled around Jeremiah's cock. Then, his tongue is in my opening, thrusting into me just as fast as my head moves back and forth on Jeremiah. He is watching.
I begin circling my hips, seeking more of Ezekiel's mouth, but my head is held still by Jeremiah's hand coming to my hair, gripping it tightly to control my movements. He holds it close to him, moving his hips back and forth to slide in and out of my mouth. I begin to wonder if Jeremiah is watching Ezekiel as well because right as Ezekiel widens my thighs and begins feasting on me like I'm his last meal, Jeremiah slams into my mouth and stays there, so deep that I sit up straighter, alarmed at my need to gag.
"Calm down," he instructs me.
My hands go to his thighs, nails digging in there as I try to do as he says. It's hard to even think straight with Ezekiel's tongue curving up every time he thrusts it into me, let alone calm down. Then, Jeremiah pushes in a little more, right as I moan from Ezekiel's finger coming to my clit. Jeremiah pulls back on my hair, making my neck arch so he can slide in until my throat is spasming around him. My back arches just as much before my hips move forward, meeting Ezekiel's tongue. My orgasm is right there, one lick, one touch, away.
"You want to come?" Jeremiah asks.
I can't breathe around his cock. Can barely move from the way Ezekiel's hands are now holding my thighs so far apart. But I can damn sure nod, desperate for what he's teasing me with.
"Then, swallow me."
I do and he hisses. "Again."
Before I even work my throat to swallow around him again, Ezekiel's mouth is back on my clit, sucking it into his mouth. I swallow and Ezekiel bites my clit right as Jeremiah groans. Then, I'm moaning around his cock, moving my hips like crazy as my orgasm crashes into me. Jeremiah moves my head, so my mouth is sliding back and forth on him as I gasp and moan. I can tell Jeremiah is close too, from the way his grip tightens in my hair, his thighs trembling under my hands, his sounds getting deeper, longer. But then he's sliding out of my mouth at the exact moment that Ezekiel's mouth leaves me. I whimper at both losses.
"Move back," Jeremiah demands while sliding a condom down his cock.
Even though I feel like I can barely move, I place my hands that I'm just now realizing are shaking behind me and move back on the bed. Ezekiel stands, his stare downright wild as his hand goes back to his cock. Then, my eyes are on Jeremiah as he begins crawling onto the bed. I continue moving, towards the headboard to make room for him, but he doesn't let me reach it. He pulls on my ankles, yanking me forward, forcing my legs to spread around him. Then, he's hovering over me, leaning forward so I have no choice but to fall backwards until I'm lying on the sheets. At first my eyes are on the ceiling, as he kisses my neck, along my collarbone, up my cheek. But they close when his fingers trail along my quivering stomach, lower and lower until they're almost right where I want him.
