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"Well go on then," I say.
"Go on what?" Ezekiel murmurs.
"You said you'd show me how sexy you find me, and Jeremiah said he'd spoil me. I'm waiting for you to do both."
Ezekiel's lips curve up into a smile, but a mischievous one. "And what, exactly, would you like me to show you?"
"That you want me so badly, you can make me come before dessert gets here."
His eyes flare with lust, but then Jeremiah speaks and I turn my head to look at him.
"And how do you want to be spoiled?"
"I want you to have me fighting not to scream your name. I mean, we have a private room. It should definitely go to use."
Ezekiel's hand comes to my thigh, sliding up through the slit that leaves my skin exposed to his touch. I turn my head again, just so I can watch his reaction when he realizes—
"You have been sitting here all night without panties on?" he growls out.
"Shame neither of you noticed until just now," I tease.
"Allow us to make up for that," Jeremiah says.
Ezekiel’s tongue peeks out, the tip of it at the corner of his mouth while his eyes lock on mine, and he moves his hand inward. I widen my thighs for him, and for Jeremiah, since his fingers are now ghosting over my skin, up and up until they wrap around my inner thigh. He pulls on my thigh, making me open them even more. Legs spread as I sit between them, I wait to see where their fingers will go. Whose will go to my clit, and which to my opening? Will they exchange which part of me they work until they’ve brought me to a finish?
Ezekiel’s go to my clit, not gentle at all in the way his thumb rubs a circle into it. Already, my breath leaves me shaky. His tongue disappears back into his mouth so he can sink his teeth into his bottom lip as he grins, clearly feeling too triumphant so soon. Jeremiah’s lips are on my neck, making my eyes flutter closed as two of his fingers move through my lips, sliding through my wetness until he reaches my opening. I arch up, more than ready for them, but Ezekiel’s thumb pushes against my clit, stilling me. My eyes open to find him shaking his head at me.
“You told us what you wanted us to do,” he tells me. “We never said you could do anything at all.” I give him a distressed expression, but he just chuckles. “Choose your words more carefully next time. But for now, you sit there, and let us show you what we can do with such little time.”
Oh, I already know, and am happy to let them show me once again. If I can sit still while they do it though, is a very different thing. Because already, as Jeremiah slides just the tips of his fingers into me, I want to roll my hips to take them deeper. I want to reach down and press Ezekiel’s fingers into my clit, because his thumb is not enough. But the smirk on his face tells me he knows that, and is toying with me.
“Kiss me,” I breathe.
He leans forward, bringing his lips to mine, not wasting any time before sliding his tongue into my mouth. I moan around it, and he gives me what I want, exchanging his thumb for three fingers, rubbing round and round. Jeremiah’s tongue is at work too, licking up my neck to my ear, causing me to shiver in my seat. He groans in my ear, and then, finally, sinks his fingers into me. I can’t help the way my body lifts to meet them. Ezekiel bites down on my tongue for my disobedience, and I whimper into his mouth, but don’t stop arching.
It's hard to even try to remain still. I move my hands just to stop myself from doing what I really want, reaching for both of their cocks, begging them to fuck me right here in this restaurant instead of playing this game I shouldn’t have started. I see now all I’ve done is torture myself. One hand goes to Ezekiel’s short hair, holding his head to me as his tongue savagely lashes against mine, a dark promise for things to come later, I’m sure. The other tangles in the strands of Jeremiah’s hair, pressing him harder to where he’s kissing my neck again. He doesn’t stay there long though.
My hand stays in his hair as he moves lower, peppering my skin with kisses until he’s pushing my dress aside so he can wrap his lips around my nipple. I barely,barely,hold back from arching into his mouth. Ezekiel breaks our kiss, looking down at his brother’s mouth on me, fingers working me faster. Jeremiah’s fingers seem to match his pace, driving into me faster. My body has no choice but to jerk up with how hard he slams them into me.
Ezekiel’s eyes dart up to meet mine, his tongue sweeping across his lips. And then he’s moving my dress aside as well, exposing my other nipple. He cocks a brow as I push on his head, urging him towards it, but he allows it, lowering until his lips are inches from my nipple. His fingers slow down as he flicks his tongue from side to side on my nipple. Jeremiah sucks harder on the nipple in his mouth, drawing a gasp from me. I sink in my seat, giving myself an excuse to tilt my hips forward. Jeremiah allows it, sinking his fingers deeper into me. Ezekiel though, pinches my clit.
“That only makes it easier for me to come,” I say in a breathless chuckle.
“What are you waiting for then?” he asks against my breast.
“For both of you to make me.”
I feel his lips curve up on my skin before he says, “You don’t know better than to challenge me by now?”
His fingers leave my clit, and my eyes widen as he slides from his seat. He can’t possibly mean to…He does. He settles between my thighs, smirking up at my shocked expressions as he moves the fabric of my dress aside. I can see Jeremiah’s fingers still sliding in and out of me, along with hearing them move through my wetness. But they leave me, as his mouth releases my nipple, and he brings his mouth to mine. Right in time too, because his kiss muffles the moan that I’m sure everyone would have heard when Ezekiel thrusts his tongue into me. My thighs clench to the sides of his head and I don’t give a damn about what he said before. I move, circling my hips, desperate for more, desperate for the orgasm that’s just out of reach.
Jeremiah’s tongue circles mine as his hand slips down to my breast, rubbing my wet nipple in circles as his brother devours me. I was worried about my sounds, but it’s Ezekiel’s I think everyone might hear now as he groans against me. His hands wrap around my thighs, tearing them from the sides of his head and widening them. I whimper into Jeremiah’s mouth and he wretches his mouth away from mine, putting his mouth to my ear.
“I think you want the waiter to find us like this,” he says huskily. “Ezekiel between your thighs, my hand down your dress, and you writhing between us.”
I shake my head, although…I’m not so sure anymore if I would even truly mind. It turns me on even more to hear Jeremiah talking like this. It’s usually Ezekiel with the dirty words, but hearing them from Jeremiah makes a new rush of desire flow through me. All thoughts of words flee my mind though, when Ezekiel licks through my lips. A loud moan tries to leave me, but it gets cut off by Jeremiah’s hand covering my mouth.
“Come for us,” he whispers, enticing and pleading.
