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"Never got to be inside you again."
He thrusts his fingers into me, and Jeremiah's hands come to my breasts, holding me to him as I arch my hips back and forth, seeking more, needing more. Of their touch, of Ezekiel's words, and Jeremiah's sounds in my ear.
Ezekiel continues sliding his fingers in and out of me as his forehead comes to my stomach. It's such a humble gesture, so pleading of forgiveness and understanding, that my hand moves before I even realize it. The tips of my fingers are in his hair while my palm settles on his cheek. He tilts his face further into my touch. I couldn't take it away from him if I wanted to.
"Worse, I thought about what if I never got to hear you say my name again without that sadness and pain I heard in your voice at the gym. What if I never got to hold you again? Wake up to you again? What if I never got to tell you I love every day? What if I...what if I lost you?"
He looks up at me, a raw hope there. Then, he kisses my belly before saying, "But we'll see if you let my heart have any of those things after I'm done apologizing with my body."
He moves his head down and wraps his hands around my thighs, pulling them apart so my clit is right there for him to suck into his mouth. I buck at the intense pleasure that rushes through me, my ass pressing harder to Jeremiah. He arches up to grind into me as Ezekiel's tongue flicks across the tip of my clit. A broken sound leaves me, and my hand moves to the top of Ezekiel's head, fingers pushing his mouth even harder into me. The other goes behind me, fingers gripping onto Jeremiah's neck. I turn my head enough for him to bring his mouth to mine. I gasp into our kiss when Ezekiel releases my clit and lays his tongue flat against it, licking up, my hips arching to follow its motion. Jeremiah's tongue circles mine while Ezekiel's slides through my lips, moving from side and side, making my body tremble.
Jeremiah's hands move on my breasts, fingers rubbing my nipples as Ezekiel's tongue reaches my opening. From the first thrust into me, I'm nothing but arching hips, moans, and gasps between them. My thighs are shaking against the sides of Ezekiel's head, nails digging into Jeremiah's skin as our kiss isn't even lips meeting anymore, just him sucking on my tongue. I'm so close to coming. So close to losing control. So close to exploding between the two of them.
As if they can both tell how badly the tension is coiled inside of me at that very moment, Ezekiel begins devouring me, groaning against me while his tongue drives into me. One of Jeremiah’s hands ghosts down my stomach. When it reaches my clit and he rubs it in a slow, torturous circle, I break my mouth away from him so a broken moan can leave me. It only takes a few more circles and Ezekiel hooking his tongue in me for an orgasm to crash through me. No matter which way I arch, I am overwhelmed with pleasure. Forward and Ezekiel’s mouth is there, feasting on me like I’m his last meal. Backwards and Jeremiah’s fingers are there, pressing even harder as he grinds his cock against me, a dark promise of more. Either way, I am at their mercy, but neither of them gives me a bit of the mercy I don’t even want.
Jeremiah’s finger leaves my clit, leaving a trail of wetness along my skin as he brings it over my belly, between my breasts, across my collar bone and up my neck and chin. Then, it’s at my lips and I don’t hesitate to open my mouth, so he can slide his finger in. I moan at the taste of myself on my tongue, and at Ezekiel licking up to my clit. He sucks on the far too sensitive bud, but I whimper and then he releases it, sitting back to look up at me.
"Pussy or ass?" Jeremiah asks huskily.
"Wh-what?" I breathe, turning my head to look at him.
"Do you want my cock in your pussy or ass?"
"Fucking both, Jeremiah. Please."
Even though I arch back on him in the hopes that he’ll hurry and give me what I want, he only smirks down at me. Then, Ezekiel’s body presses to my front. When I turn to look at him and feel my lips ghost against his, I gasp.
“You don’t know how badly I’ve longed to hear that sound again,” he says.
“What are you waiting for, then?”
Ezekiel picks me up so quickly, a surprised yelp leaves me as my legs and arms wrap around him. He walks me into the bedroom, his cock rubbing against me to the point that I whimper in need. He chuckles, but it turns into a groan when I bite on his earlobe.
“Fucking kiss me, Lexa. Now.”
I do, with every bit of desire that’s rushing through me right now. Of course, he doesn’t let me be in control for long, his hand gripping my hair and tilting my head so he can take over. His tongue lashes against mine while his other hand goes to my ass, pushing me harder into him as he arches up against me. Then, he leans over to lay me on the bed. I don’t release him though, only wrapping myself around him even tighter. He grunts into my mouth when I circle my hips on him.
Jeremiah gets onto the bed, and I break my mouth away from Ezekiel’s to look over at him. His hand is stroking up and down his cock, his other hand holding a small bottle of gel. A shiver races through me at just the sight of it.
Ezekiel chuckles again. “I think she’s ready for us.”
He sits up now, forcing my arms and legs to release him. Jeremiah turns me until I’m lying in the middle of the bed, thighs open, awaiting whatever they’re going to do next. Awaiting the rest of Ezekiel’s physical apology. Awaiting both pleasure and pain. Jeremiah goes between my thighs, kissing up my legs, but his kisses are too slow, and they linger too long.
"Do not tease me," I plead. "I've been dying to be between you and Ezekiel again."
"What have you been dying for?" he asks. "If you want our cocks in you, I want to hear every single thing you've been wanting us to do to you."
"Okay. Please, just—" My words cut off when he gives my clit a long, hard lick.
Ezekiel gets onto the bed, coming to lay beside me as Jeremiah moves to the other side. Me in the middle of them, I close my eyes as their hands come to me, so all I do is feel them. Both of their hands on my breasts, fingers trailing up my neck, threading in my hair. Their lips on my neck, kissing, biting, moving down to suck my nipples, then kissing along my shoulder and collarbone. A tongue licking the shell of my ear.
"I don't hear you, Lexa,” Jeremiah says in my ear.
I feel like I can barely think, let alone talk, but I don't want them to stop.
"I've wanted your tongues on me, in me." As I begin to speak, I'm turned on my side, so I'm facing Ezekiel. He stares at my lips as I continue talking. "I've wanted your fingers working me towards an orgasm I only get from you two." Ezekiel grabs my thigh, placing it high on his hip, opening me for him and Jeremiah. "I've wanted your cocks inside me." Ezekiel releases my thigh, but I clench it to his side to keep it there as he reaches between us and brings his cock to my opening. My words shudder out when I speak again. "I've wanted your sounds in my ear, your whispers, your groans, your grunts."
My last word drags out and becomes a moan as Jeremiah begins massaging warm gel to my tight ring. His finger works its way in, and I tighten around him. Ezekiel begins pushing in at the same time. A shaky sigh leaves me, and Ezekiel's eyes come up to mine now, a savage lust there, commanding me to take him, to arch forward so he can sink deeper.
