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"Did my brother get you drenched for me?" he asks huskily.
I don't even need to think about it. Wetness coats my thighs, and I can feel that my clit is swollen from Ezekiel sucking on it, thrumming with the pace of my pulse, begging for more.
"Yes," I breathe.
"I'll tell you something you need to know. My brother loves to command, tell you every little thing he wants you to do, how he wants you to move, what sounds he wants to hear pass these pretty lips." One hand comes up so his fingers can trace my lips, his eyes following their path. The other hand finally lowers, grazing over my thigh before it’s gone from me for a second. Then, I feel his cock on my clit, and my hands fly to his shoulders as he rubs the tip of himself against me. "But me, I like to be commanded. I want you to tell me what you want me to do, what I'm making you feel. How you want me to move. Your words get you where you need to be with me, Lexa. Your words stop, so do I. Do you understand?"
"You don't sound like you want to be commanded," I point out.
"Only while fucking." He shoots me a sexy grin that has my pussy tightening. "And I'm not fucking you, yet, even though my fucking cock is pleading with me to get inside of you. But I need you to tell me how you want me to take you. Slow and soft or hard and fast."
I inhale a sharp breath at the way his words unexpectedly make something inside of me, some part I never knew existed, take hold. A part that wants to demand him to do whatever I want. That wants to tell him to fuck me, and kiss me, and bite me. A part that wants to be in control. A part that knows exactly what I want Jeremiah to do to me.
"Hard and fast," I answer.
His mouth moves to the side, beard scratching across my cheek as he begins to whisper into my ear. Now, I can see over his back, to where Ezekiel is sitting in a chair by the side of the bed that I'm sure wasn't there before. Muscular thighs spread wide, his hand wrapped around his cock.
"Is Ezekiel watching?" Jeremiah asks.
I look up from where my eyes have been fixated on his cock to find Ezekiel's eyes on me. Watching, waiting.
"Yes."
"Keep your eyes on him while I fuck you."
Then, he's slamming into me, and I gasp out, my hands tightening on his shoulders as he stretches me. As my pussy struggles to adjust to his size, Ezekiel's hand begins moving, slow strokes up and down, his thumb smearing the precum already at the tip. It makes me tighten around Jeremiah and he groans into my ear. Then, he pulls back, driving into me again and again. I arch my hips up to meet his every thrust, watching Ezekiel's hand begin to move at the same pace that his brother is fucking me. God, did I think I would be uncomfortable with him watching? Because having his eyes on me, watching his hand move on himself, his need for me glistening on the tip, is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. Jeremiah fucking me while Ezekiel watches, pushing me closer and closer to the release of tension my body is begging for, is the sexiest thing I've ever felt.
The sounds of me and Jeremiah's bodies meeting, my moans and his grunts mixing with Ezekiel's groans fill the room. But it seems they're not enough for Jeremiah.
"I'm not hearing any words," he pants. "So, you must want me to stop."
"Please, no," I plead.
Ezekiel's mouth curves up into a smirk at my begging, but I don't even give it a second thought, because my mind is too busy trying to figure out what to say to keep Jeremiah inside of me. What do I want? It's dizzying to be the one who has to tell him what to do. To want him to just keep fucking me like he is, but knowing saying that won't be enough for him. But I do need more. I need...
Say it to him,my body whispers.
"I want you to grab my ass and suck on my neck as you fuck me. I want..." My confidence wanes for a second.
"Fucking tell me, Lexa," Jeremiah breathes.
Then, as if to encourage me, his mouth goes to my neck, sucking right where my pulse is beating a frantic rhythm. My next words start out as a gasp.
"I want you to put my legs on your shoulders." I have to stop speaking when he slams into me and hits a spot so sweet, my eyes begin to flutter closed. It's the narrowing of Ezekiel's eyes, the shake of his head that tells me it's not something I should dare to do. So, I open them and continue, "And fuck me until I explode around you. Call me names while you do it."
No sooner have the last words left my mouth than he's sliding out of me. In a blur of movement, he moves my body until I'm now sideways on the bed, then he's lifting my left leg to his shoulder like I told him to. He leans forward, his cock pressing against my opening, and then its pushing in, that bite of pain there again. He enters me slowly, his upper body forcing my leg to move closer and closer to my chest until the muscles in my thigh are screaming for relief. But the real relief I need is from the tension throbbing between my thighs.
Jeremiah turns his face to the side, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh before leaning forward to bring his lips to mine. As his tongue begins to war with mine, his hands slide to where I wanted them, gripping my ass so roughly that it hurts, in the best way. He begins stroking into me, quickly going back to the pace he'd set earlier. He sucks on my tongue, and I moan, my pussy tightening around him until he's hissing into my mouth. Then, he rips his mouth away from mine, his lips going to my neck, forcing my head to turn until my eyes are back on Ezekiel.
I gasp at how close he is now, standing at the edge of the bed, hand no longer on his cock, eyes boring into mine. His cock is close enough that I can almost take it into my mouth, but he smirks at me, as if he knows that's what I want but won't give it to me. Jeremiah uses his grip on my ass to arch my bottom up, pinning me to him so all I can do is take him pounding into me. Every single time he rubs against my clit makes me moan, my orgasm right there, just out of reach, tempting me, teasing me, taunting me.
"Come on my cock like the dirty slut you are," Jeremiah grunts out.
My pussy squeezes around him at the name.
"More," I breathe.
He takes his mouth away from my neck and brings it to my ear. "Be a good whore and let me feel you tightening around me again."
