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York pulls at my bottom lip gently with his teeth and I groan into his mouth, loving the way he tastes so sweet, like he’s been sucking on a hard candy. His tongue strokes mine, exploring my mouth, and when I suck on it, the sound he makes is music to my ears. Breaking free from the kiss, York watches my expression as his hand reaches the waistband of my joggers. He hesitates and I can’t have that.
“Touch me,” I whisper, covering his hand with my own and urging it lower.
“Fuck,” Dax pants beside us.
When I glance over at him, his cock is gripped in his hands, the head glistening with his arousal. I watch as he spits, lubing his dick with his own saliva. My thighs clench and my heart thunders at how fucking erotic that is.
It’s strange, I should be feeling shy, but I’m not. This feels right somehow, and it makes me feel good knowing that Dax is as turned on by me as I am by him.
“Titch, I’m gonna touch you now,” York says, his voice low, guttural, and when his fingers slide beneath my knickers, I snap my head back around to look at him. With pure concentration on his face, York lowers his mouth to mine once more just as his finger parts the lips of my pussy and slides over my clit. The sensation is overwhelming and my hips jerk at the touch. When he swirls the pad of his finger in circles over the tiny bud, I can’t help but moan, my head tipping back.
“You’re so wet,” he groans, his hot mouth closing over my nipple as he strokes me.
Pressing my eyes closed, I lose myself in the moment and just enjoy the feeling of York kissing and stroking me. Moving my hips instinctively I rock against York’s hand. Low down in my stomach, a familiar sensation builds, making me feel coiled tight like I’m about to freefall from the top of a cliff. Up and up I go, sensation climbing and growing with every swirl of York’s thumb and kiss of his soft lips. Heat expands between my legs as I grow wetter and wetter.
“Let me touch you, York,” I pant, wanting him to feel what I feel, needing him to know I’m not selfish, that I can pleasure him the same way he’s pleasuring me.
He nods, shifting me in his hold so that I’m laying across the bed between the two of them. Reaching back between my legs, he swipes with his fingers, gathering my own arousal then pops open his fly and shoves his jeans and boxers low, slicking his dick with my wetness. I pant, my cheeks flushing at the sinfulness of such an act. Cupping him, I feel his velvety smoothness covered by my desire and something desperate unleashes within me. I let out a little moan, and his fingers find their way back between my legs, slipping and sliding expertly across my sensitive flesh.
Unlike some other girl’s my age, I’ve never touched a dick before, but when Dax shifts closer on his knees I decide that I may as well go all out and pleasure them both. Gently, I wrap my hands around the bottom of their shafts, both feel enormous in my small hands as they jerk at my touch.
“Holy fucking shit!” Dax grinds out. I peek over at him. He looks almost in pain with his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth slack. I’m not sure what to do next. I mean I know what I should do, but fear of doing it wrong makes me hesitate.
“Slide your fist up and down, Titch. Keep that same kind of pressure,” York says, guiding me in a voice I don’t recognise. It’s low, deep, and filled with passion.
I do as he asks, and when Dax leans over and kisses me, the tight coil in my stomach intensifies further as more heat and wetness blooms beneath York’s deft fingers.
Instinct takes over.
I pump my fists up and down, revelling in the silky warmth of their cocks and the power I feel holding them both in the palm of my hands. Their pleasure is mine to give, and mine to receive. I feel wanton, delirious with lust and love.
York replaces Dax’s mouth, his kiss hot, urgent, and when Dax’s mouth closes around my nipple, that tightness within me unravels like a spinning top, sending an explosion of sensation ricocheting out from my core. York pulls back and I catch a glimpse of his satisfied smile before my eyes roll back in my head and my hands drop to the side as waves of splintering pleasure wash over me. I swear to God, fireworks go off behind my eyeballs. If this is what an orgasm feels like then no wonder guys jack off all the time. I want to do it all over again.
“Oh. My. Fuck,” Dax grinds out as I come down from my orgasm. He shudders and jerks, quickly pulling up his boxer shorts to capture the cum shooting out of his cock. York follows shortly afterwards and like Dax he captures his cum in his underwear.
When they both finally come down from their orgasmic high, York fastens his jeans, looking sheepish. “Thank fuck we didn’t get any jizz on the covers, Xeno would’ve lost his fucking mind.”
“Yeah, though I kinda wish we had…” Dax pulls a face, reminding me that his boxers must be just as wet as my knickers are. “Do you think Xeno will notice if I borrow some boxer shorts?”
We all start laughing and despite the bruises that cover my body, I no longer feel any pain.
These boys, my Breakers, they’remyforever. No matter what.
