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“You didn’t think we were done with you, did you?” Zach wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me backward until I’m pressed against his chest. He peppers little kisses to my neck as Jer bites his lip, watching me with his twin.
“Can we go now?” Jer asks eagerly, and I can’t help but giggle.
“Go where?” I lift a brow, and he chuckles.
“To our house. I have some things I’ve been dying to show you, hotcakes.” Jer winks.
“You can say no, bluebird, but I really want you to say yes.” Zach’s breathy whisper sends a chill down my spine that has me rubbing my ass against the hardness trapped in his pants. “Is that a yes, tease?” he growls in my ear, and I nod. “Say it. We need more than that. We’re not pressuring you, Sapphire. If you want to walk away right now, just say the word. We just want to be near you, if you’ll let us.”
I think for a moment. Do I want this? Fuck, yes. Every inch of my body is finely tuned into every move Zach makes behind me, and I keep hoping he’ll touch me.
“I want you to take me home with you, and I want both of you to fuck me. The way you like it, not the way you think I’ll like it. Show me what makes you happy,” I say softly and smile as Jer bites his lip, groaning. He drops to his knees in front of me, all of our coffee’s forgotten. Jer presses his forehead to my stomach, still groaning.
“You have no idea what you’ve just given him, do you?” Zach whispers, “What you’ve just given us both? Are you sure you’re ready for more than just missionary?” Zach teases, and I turn to look at him over my shoulder.
“I fucked Anton and Isaiah at the same time. Then there was the ice, with Elijah…oh, and the gazebo orgasm. How do you like being fucked, Zach?” I lift my brow, but he grins.
“Jer’s the one that likes submitting, bluebird. I don’t submit.” Zach bends and bites my earlobe, sending a spark of sharp pain through me. I gasp, but fuck if it didn’t turn me on more. “I like when it hurts.” To emphasize his words, he bites my neck this time, even harder. “A lot.” If he keeps that up, I might come from anticipation. Is that a thing? Fuck, I don’t know, but I’m strung so tight right now, I might fall apart if we don’t get out of here.
“Tell me what to do, so I can make it good for you,” I say, sounding more confident than I feel. I shake off the self-doubt. Jer is still on his knees in front of me, but now he’s pressing kisses to my exposed navel. “Tell me how to make it good for you both,” I repeat, looking down at my playful man.
“I want you to…” Jer suddenly looks…nervous? He swallows hard, looking away. I reach out, touching his cheek softly.
“Jer, if you’re not ready to share that part of yourself with me, you don’t have to,” I say. Zach said Jer likes submitting. Maybe that’s making him feel vulnerable.
“I like being…degraded. Talked down to. Told what to do. Told how to please you. I want you to give me permission…” He trails off, finally looking up at me. “There’s more. A lot more,” he adds, and I bite my lip. I’m not sure what to say. I don’t want to talk down to him.
“How far is too far?” I ask, but he shrugs.
“Don’t know. Never gotten that far with someone else before. I just know what turns me on…” he admits, and I nod.
“Okay. We’ll figure it out together. Should we start slow?” I ask, and his smile is instant and burns brighter than a star.
“You’re not saying no?” he asks hopefully, and I shake my head.
“If that's what you want, what will make you happy, then I want to be the one to give it to you. But I may need some guidance,” I admit. This feels a lot like a popular movie that started out as fanfic. “This is BDSM?” I ask, and Jer nods slowly, frowning a bit.
“Yeah, though I’ve never really thought of it that way. I see you as my equal, but I want you to treat me…um.” Jer frowns again. “We’ll just take it slow.” He grins, and I nod. Then I turn to Zach.
“Pain, huh?” I ask, and the dark look in his eyes is new. He lifts a brow, waiting for me to say more. “You want to hurt me?”
“Not really. No more than anyone else during sex. The ice hurt when you were with Elijah?” he asks, and I turn around fully to face him. I expect Jer to get up, but he doesn’t. His forehead now rests on my ass.
“A little. No more than your bites. It was really cold,” I say, and he smiles but doesn’t say more. “You want me to hurt you?” I ask, and Zach nods his head once, still not speaking. “But you don’t like to submit?” He shakes his head no. “What kind of pain?” I need some actual words here. This man is killing me with his silence.
“Wax, ice, crops, paddles, biting, scratching…” he pauses, but I can tell he wants to say more. I wait silently like he had. He watches me for a long moment. “Breath play,” he finally adds.
“That sounds very–I don't know. Both of you need safe words?” I ask. I might not be experienced, but I know this much at least.
“Yes,” they both say in unison.
“Alright, let's hear them.” I step out from between them and face them both. Jer finally stands, and I wonder if his knees hurt.
“Red light,” they both say in unison once more.
“Okay, if any of us says red light, we stop,” I announce, and it’s like both men light up from the inside.
“Any kinks we should know about?” Zach asks, and I shake my head.
