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“Well, for one, York here is desperate to kiss you and two, my dick is getting way over excited right about now…” He laughs at his own honesty and my cheeks flood with heat. Scooping me up gently, Dax hands me to York, laying me across his lap. “I need to go sort myself out,” Dax says, moving to climb off the bed.
“Don’t go,” I whisper.
“What?” he responds, snapping his head around to look at me.
“I said, don’t go. If your dick needs attention, then give it some,” I say, feeling brave.
Honestly, I don’t know what’s come over me, but any kind of awkwardness I thought I’d feel is gone in the heat of the moment.
I want Dax to touch himself.
I want towatchhim touch himself.
I want to be touched.
Curiosity and a burning desire to blot any last lingering thought of David out of my head makes me brave. Sitting forward, I unhook my bra refusing to feel embarrassed. My tits are small, no more than a handful, but given the way Dax and York are eye-fucking them, they really don’t care. I want to get them off. I want to get myself off and I’ve watched enough porn to have some idea how this works. I think.
“Oh my fuck,” York whispers.
The only sound I hear coming from Dax is his fly unzipping. I turn to look at him, at his hooded eyes, broad chest and then, the shaft of his cock as he releases it from the confines of his jeans and boxer shorts. He’s big, scarily so, and I find myself wondering how something so large could fit inside another person.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Dax growls, his large hand fisting his cock as he leans back against the headboard. The head of his dick is a deep pink, almost angry looking. I swallow hard.
“You’ve done it now, Titch,” York mutters, his own pale cheeks blushing furiously. I know my Breakers are close, but I doubt very much they’ve seen each other’s cocks up close and personal like this. I almost giggle at the absurdity of the situation. Nerves flutter in my stomach but I push them away. I’ve been fantasising about a situation like this for months now. If that makes me the slut David accuses me off regularly, then so fucking be it.
I don’t care, I love these boys. If Zayn and Xeno were here too I can’t say that I’d act any differently, though I suspect Xeno would refuse to partake given his promise to me. In fact, I’m betting he’d try and break it up.
Resting his fingers against the side of my face and drawing me out of my thoughts to look at him, York smiles down at me, his white-blonde hair tickling my brow as he leans close. “You’ve thought about this a lot, haven’t you?” he asks, reading me expertly.
I nod, catching my lip between my teeth. York stares at me, looking between my eyes and my mouth that has now parted on an exhale of air. I really want him to kiss me, touch me.
“I want to touch you,” he says, speaking my thoughts out loud. We’ve always had some weird kind of synergy, York and I. It’s never been more apparent than right now.
“So, touch me,” I urge him, allowing my legs to drop open, wanting him to touch my clit. I know what it feels like to come from my own hand, but by someone else’s, never.
York’s tongue sweeps across his lower lip, making it glisten in the low light. They’re pink against his pale skin and oh so kissable.
“Jesus fucking Christ, York. Kiss her, or I will,” Dax grinds out.
York doesn’t need to be told twice. His mouth slams down on mine, his tongue darting out and parting my lips. I groan then gasp as York’s scorching fingers slide over my chest and circle my nipple before cupping my breast gently, lighting me up from the inside out. I squirm beneath his hand, arching my back, telling him without breaking the kiss that I want him to keep touching me this way. Next to us Dax groans, the sound of his fist jerking his cock an aphrodisiac like nothing else. My knickers are wet with desire and I squirm in York’s hold, undulating my hips, needing to feel something between my thighs, loving this strange new feeling that I could very well become addicted to.
“Touch her, York,” Dax orders, and my heart nearly jumps out of my chest at the sheer desperation in his voice.
York smiles against my mouth. “Xeno is going to fucking kill us if he finds out.”
Despite myself, I stiffen. I’d promised Xeno I’d make a decision about the boys. Being here with both of them is stretching his suggestion of spendingtime togetherto the limit. There’s only a month to go and I’m still no better off knowing what I’m going to do.
“Fuck Xeno and his restraint. The guys a goddamn martyr.”
“What about Zayn?” I mutter.
“Zayn isn’t here, but if he were, you can bet your arse he’d be fucking your pussy with his tongue by now,” Dax growls, sending my heat levels spiking.
York laughs, sliding his hand lower, kissing me. He doesn’t disagree, and the thought of Zayn’s tongue lapping at my pussy has me groaning against York’s mouth. I’ve never experienced it before but from what I can gather, if done well, it’s a pleasant experience. If feeling this turned on from a kiss on my lips can make me feel this needy then I’ve no idea what a kiss to mypussywould feel like, but I can imagine.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you, Titch?” York asks between kisses.
I don’t bother to answer, he knows me well enough to know that I would. Feeling adored like this is what gives me something to fight for after being starved of love and affection for so long. Loving the Breakers is my greatest sin according to David, but fuck him. If feeling like this, thisloved,is a sin, then I will walk into the gates of Hell willingly. He can take his sanctimonious bullshit and fuck right off. That man is no saint. He’s the devil incarnate.
