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I'd been able to ignore the wetness between my thighs while we were talking, but it's front and center in my mind now. My nipples hard, panties soaking, heart beating fast. Dinner is done and now it's time for the real reason I came here to begin.
"Where does the tour end?" I ask, breathlessly.
"In the bedroom," Ezekiel answers. "Where there's a bed that I expect you to climb on and spread those thighs for me."
"I won't be naked."
Jeremiah smirks. "You will be by the time you get there."
Then, they're both standing, and I look up at them on both sides of me, crowding me. Jeremiah pulls back my chair and Ezekiel extends his hand to me, helping me up. My legs are shaky as I stand, lust thrumming through me as Jeremiah's hand goes to my lower back and they both begin urging me forward. We go to the stairs, and that's where my trail of clothes begins. Jeremiah takes my skirt off, lowering it with each step up until it's pooling at my feet, left behind when I reach the landing. Ezekiel walks backwards so he can bring my shirt over my head. Jeremiah's hands are unsnapping my bra while Ezekiel stops me to drop to his knees and drag my panties down.
Jeremiah's lips make me sigh, kissing along my shoulders, from the left to the right as Ezekiel's fingers ghost back up my thighs. Then, he's standing again, dragging his hands up my stomach, over my breasts in such a soft way that it makes my breath shudder out of me. He takes my hand again, leading me past doors I should be getting a peek behind on this tour, but I find I don't care about any room except the one they're going to fuck me in.
Ezekiel opens a door to a dark room and when we go in, soft lighting turns on. I barely have time to see the large bed in the middle of the room before I hear the door closing behind me and hands are whipping me around. Ezekiel's mouth slams down on mine, hungry, wild, demanding. I don't hesitate to open for him, our tongues circling each other's as he walks me backwards. When my knees hit the back of the bed, I sit, and our mouths break apart. My eyes drift down, to where his cock strains against his pants in front of me.
"Get my cock out," he gruffly tells me.
I don't waste a second bringing my hands to the waistband of his pants, pulling them and his boxer briefs down so his cock is free. Mouth opening, I begin to lean forward, but fingers gripping my hair, yanking my head back, stop me.
"I didn't say you could suck me yet," Ezekiel taunts. "But I did tell you I wanted your thighs spread on this bed." I begin to lean back, but he shakes his head. "Not like that."
I think for a moment, until I figure out he means not on my back. Excitement rushing through me, I move until I'm on my hands and knees, Jeremiah's hands on my thighs, widening them so much that my back has no choice but to arch and my ass is in the air. I jump when Jeremiah's lips come to my ass, soft, gentle, lingering. Ezekiel undresses in front of me, those tattoos and muscles coming into view. Jeremiah's kisses drift lower and lower, his beard scratching along my skin. Then his lips are at my inner thigh, the bed dipping with him situating himself between my thighs. His hands spread my ass cheeks as Ezekiel wraps his hand around his cock and walks towards me.
He brings the tip to my mouth, pressing it into my top then bottom lip before commanding me, "Open."
I do, but before his cock can even slip past my lips, a gasp is leaving me at Jeremiah's first lick to my pussy. He flicks his tongue back and forth between my lips as Ezekiel pushes his cock into my mouth, sliding along my tongue while my cheeks hollow around him. I moan around him from Jeremiah moving back, teasing my opening, with his tongue drawing circles around it. Ezekiel's hips move his cock in and out of my mouth, his groans louder than my muffled moans and gasps. Then, he's shoving himself in, hitting the back of my throat, making me choke on him. That sound must have been what Jeremiah was waiting for, because when I make it, he thrusts his tongue into me.
My fingers grip the sheets as I try to moan but the sound fades to nothing around Ezekiel's cock so deep in my mouth. I can't breathe, tears are flooding my eyes, and yet, all I want is more. So, I swallow around Ezekiel, reveling in the hiss that leaves him. His hand goes to my hair as he slides himself out of my mouth until only the tip remains. The only warning I get is his grip tightening before he slams back into my mouth. Then, he's fucking my mouth, cock driving past my lips again and again, to choke me, fill my mouth, stretch my lips. I move my tongue on him with the same speed and urgency that Jeremiah's tongue is moving inside of me.
His tongue thrusts in and out of me, hooking in me, moving from side to side. He uses his grip on my ass to move my hips back and forth, as if they weren't already circling, trying to make his tongue enter me deeper. Then his tongue slides out of me, licks through my lips, up to my clit right as Ezekiel drives his cock to the back of my throat again.
"Swallow me, my little slut," Ezekiel grunts.
Even more than him calling me slut, him calling me mine is what makes me shudder. I swallow, and not a moment too soon, because when Jeremiah sucks my clit into his mouth, I cry out around Ezekiel's cock.
"Fuck yeah," Ezekiel breathes as Jeremiah groans against me.
My eyes close, my hips moving to get more of the pleasure Jeremiah's mouth is giving me, my mouth tightening around Ezekiel. I'm so damn close, tension coiling in me in a way that makes me feel ready to shatter at any moment. Jeremiah's hands on my ass and Ezekiel's hand in my hair. Jeremiah's tongue flicking against my clit and my tongue circling the tip of Ezekiel's cock. Jeremiah's grunts against my pussy and my moans around Ezekiel. They are all gathering in me, promising me bliss if I let them collide. And when Jeremiah releases my clit to give me a hard lick, they do.
Ezekiel tears his cock out of my mouth and a scream burst from me, my hips bucking now, desperate for more. And Jeremiah gives it to me, mouth devouring me, tongue licking while his lips move on me. Then, he's back at my opening, tongue sliding into my wetness, hooking so suddenly that a hitched moan leaves me. Without Ezekiel's cock in my mouth and his hand having left my hair, my head falls forward, feeling much too heavy.
Even with my orgasm fading, I whimper when Jeremiah's mouth leaves me. But then hands are on my hips, moving me to the side as the bed moves and dips. I lazily open my eyes to find Ezekiel coming to laying in the center of the bed, putting a condom on.
"Come ride this cock like you’re a whore who can’t get enough of sliding up and down on me."
Laziness gone in an instant, I climb atop Ezekiel, thighs on both sides of his as I reach for his cock between us. I rise up, put it to my soaking opening and begin to slide down. My hands go to his chest as the bite of pain from me stretching around him makes me hiss. But the sound is barely able to be heard over the deep groan that leaves Ezekiel. I keep moving down until all of him is inside of me. The moment I'm fully seated on him, I know another orgasm won't be far behind because my swollen and much too sensitive clit rubs against him, sending sparks of pleasure licking up my spine.
My nails dig into his chest when he moves just a little, grinding against me. His hands cover my breasts and I arch into his rough touch, his fingers tight on them, callouses dragging along my nipples. He lowers them to my hips, fingers gripping me, no, urging me to do just what he told me to. Ride him.
I raise up, my muscles tightening around his cock, desperate not to lose it inside of me. My mouth drops open with a sigh as I slide back down, his cock seeming to hit every single nerve the deeper he goes. I ride him, slamming down on him, taking him into me again and again, my moans flowing from my mouth, louder and louder as the tension and pleasure grow in me. He's arching up to meet me each time, cock driving into me, teeth biting down on his bottom lip, eyes staring right into mine. Intense, full of lust. When I next slide down on him, his grip on my hips holds me there so all I can do is arch back and forth, grinding my clit on him. My eyes begin to flutter shut at the bliss filling me.
"Don't. You. Fucking. Dare," Ezekiel grits out. "You look at me while my cock is inside of you. When it's making your pussy spasm around me. When it's about to be covered in your cum."
All I can do is give a strangled moan. I can't speak, not when the tension is coiling inside of me so tightly that my hips are bucking with no rhythm now in search of the high his cock promises me. Ezekiel releases my hips and a moment later, one hand is in my hair, pushing my head towards him, and the other grips my jaw, bringing my mouth to his. I groan into our kiss as my clit rubs against him harder and his tongue slides into my mouth. He arches under me, and I gasp, my hands moving from his chest to wrap around his neck, holding on while my body prepares.
Then, I feel Jeremiah behind me, his finger at my ass, wet and pushing in. I don't even think half of his finger is inside of me before I'm coming, ass tightening around Jeremiah's finger just like my pussy spasms around Ezekiel's cock. Ezekiel sucks on my tongue and then his hands are back on my hips, viciously making me rise and fall on him. His mouth leaves mine and my moans and gasps are finally free to fill the room. I sigh Ezekiel's name and beg him for more. I cry for Jeremiah to thrust his finger into my ass harder. They both oblige, Ezekiel pounding into me, Jeremiah adding another finger, both making my orgasm last longer.
Ezekiel groans beneath me, hands digging into my skin so hard that I'm sure they'll leave marks, but it only turns me on even more. I tighten my muscles around Ezekiel, making a grunt burst from his mouth, his eyes holding a dangerous edge to them, like they're telling me I don't know what game I'm playing.
