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“What was that? Speak up, girl.”
“My ass,” I said, still barely above a whisper. “I want you to fuck my pussy and put the ice in my ass.”
If it was possible to die from embarrassment, I would have dropped dead from saying that.
Lucas loosened the belt and Manson tugged me to my feet, kicking the chair out of his way. With one hand around my throat, he walked me backwards until my butt hit the kitchen table, his body crowding close to mine.
“Are you ready to be a good girl for us?” he said as Lucas’s arms wrapped around his chest. Lucas rested his chin on Manson’sshoulder, tenderly kissing his neck. He tugged at the neckline of Manson’s shirt, pulling it aside so he could bite. Manson didn’t wince at the pain; he smiled.
I nodded quickly, shivering at the touch of the table’s cool wooden surface on my naked skin. “I’ll be good. I promise I’ll be good.”
He smirked, regarding me as Lucas’s nails dragged down his chest. “Should I let Lucas fuck you?”
The other man stiffened at the sound of his name, growling softly as he popped the button on Manson’s jeans. It was like he couldn’t stop touching, as if he craved the contact so much that he was on the verge of ripping Manson’s clothes off.
Watching them had my insides clenching with need. “Please,” I said. “Yes, please, let him fuck me.”
Lucas slipped his hand into Manson’s jeans, stroking him. Manson closed his eyes for a few seconds, his breath deepening as he savored Lucas’s touch. All my desire that had been torturously building throughout the morning hit its peak. I wanted them, both of them, in whatever way they wanted to take me. I dared to reach out, cupping my hand over the bulge in Manson’s jeans so my hand moved in unison with Lucas’s.
Softly, darkly, Manson said, “Lucas, do you want to fuck her?”
The other man’s eyes were black as night when he looked at me. “Yes. I want to make her scream.”
“Ask nicely.”
Lucas bared his teeth for a moment and buried his mouth against Manson’s neck as if to keep the words inside.
“Please let me fuck her.” He said it like it was a curse. He sounded so desperate, like it physically pained him to ask, as if the longing was unbearable.
The desire in his voice was one of the sexiest things I’d ever heard.
Manson’s fingers dug into my throat as he kissed me. His kisswas deep, possessive, consuming the breath right out of my lungs. I was wound so tight I was shaking, hot and cold clashing inside me, creating a storm I couldn’t escape.
When Manson pulled back, my eyes fluttered open to see him drawing Lucas closer. Lucas caught me, hands gripping my hips as Manson kept a hold on my throat. Then he was kissing me, ravenously, making my legs go weak.
Lucas wanted to hurt me. I could feel it in the way he pressed himself against me, hard and heavy. When his teeth caught my lip and bit down, I returned his viciousness, raking my nails down his back. It was a war of who could be harder, whose breath would catch first.
Then both of their mouths were on me at once, our tongues twining. It was messy, ravenous, their tastes mingling together as I moaned.
“Please fuck me,” I said. I wanted them out of their clothes, and I tugged at the hem on Manson’s shirt. He hurriedly whipped it off, tossing it to the floor. Lucas lifted me, setting me down so I was sitting atop the kitchen table. He pressed me back until I was lying flat, and Manson helped him, drawing my legs up toward my chest.
“Hold your legs up,” Manson said. “Grip your thighs, keep them spread.” I obeyed, holding my legs and spreading them until I was completely exposed. Manson stood on my left side with Lucas between my spread legs, hands tracing my inner thighs as I shivered.
“God, I’ve waited so fucking long to have you like this,” Lucas said. He reached back, grabbed the sweating cup of ice from the island and set it on the table. He hurriedly unzipped his jeans before he gripped my ass, spreading me open even more.
“What a sexy little fucktoy you are,” Lucas said. He stroked my clit, my body twitching at the pleasure he drew out of me. He kept rubbing me and then his mouth was on me, tongue movingover my puckered asshole. I gasped, panting as Manson leaned over.
His mouth replaced Lucas’s fingers on my clit, and I saw stars.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Lucas growled. He paused to grab one of the ice cubes and pop it into his mouth, then he was back between my cheeks. I shuddered as his tongue probed my ass, his mouth cold as he rimmed me. He pushed the ice forward, pressing it against me before sucking it back. All the while, Manson’s tongue flicked over my clit with merciless focus.
“God, that feels so good,” I gasped. “Please…please don’t stop.”
The table creaked beneath me, my muscles shaking violently. All thoughts emptied from my head as I shook with pleasure.
“Fuck, Manson! Lucas, please!” I cried out their names as my back arched, convulsing with ecstasy as I came. They didn’t stop until I was spent, until my cries grew frantic from overstimulation.
I lifted my head in time to see them kiss, Lucas licking my arousal from Manson’s chin.
