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“What?” The shock wakes me up further. I try to push up from the mattress, but he makes sure to hold me there firmly. “That’s too many.”
“Is it?” Elliot laughs. “I guess you should have listened to me when I said no fucking. We have to make sure we keep everything balanced, or who knows what jealousy will drive us to do. You gave him four orgasms, so you give me four. Spread your legs and lift your hips, my love. Ethan is going to lick his own cum from your pussy so I can replace it with mine.”
Said pussy pulses from his words. Elliot’s grip on the back of my neck doesn’t relent, so I know it’s Ethan’s hands that grab my hips and pull me up, that spread my ass cheeks and expose my wet pussy. And I know for certain it’s his tongue that comes to lick my entrance.
I inhale sharply, exhaling on a moan. He laps my wetness and his cum. And like an addict who finally gets a taste of what he craves, the moment I press back against his mouth, he pushes his tongue inside, ravaging me. With his fingers splayed on my cheeks and his thumbs spreading my lips, he pulls me up until he can lick my clit, but the access is difficult, and he changes his mind. He lets me go, and I hear him move, then the next thing I know, he’s lying on his back between my legs. His hands are back on my ass, and he pulls.
I try to resist, but he leaves me no choice. He uses all his strength to force me to crash onto his mouth.
“Fuck,” I whimper. “Yes…Ethan…”
A frustrated growl rumbles in Elliot’s chest, and he twists my head until my mouth is pressing against the mattress. “I’m still not used to hearing you moaning his name. It’ll take time.”
His fingers curl tighter around my hair. The mix of his possession and Ethan’s tongue teasing me forces a shiver through my whole body.
Until I realize I can’t breathe. Probably the same way Ethan can’t breathe, suffocated by my weight and my pussy against his face.
Panic seizes me, and I struggle in Elliot’s hold. Ethan feels it too, and he grips my ass harder, the pads of his fingers undoubtedly leaving bruises on my skin.
“Settle down,” Elliot says calmly. “You’re fine.” And he pushes me farther into the sheets.
I attempt to scream, using my hands to push against the mattress, but my strength is nothing against his.
For a second, I think this is it. I wanted them both, then their jealousy over me got the best of them, and instead of letting me destroy their family, they decided to take me out of the equation.
Because what a ridiculous concept it would be to actually have both of them.
Right?
Ethan and I share the kind of love that can never leave one’s body.
You can convince your brain that you’re over someone, but the heart is a muscle, and muscle memory never leaves.
I love Ethan the same way he plays his instruments. So fiercely that my heart can never forget it. He can stop playing for months, if he picks up his guitar, closes his eyes, and lies down in bed, his hands will play any music without the slightest effort.
That’s how I love him. Effortlessly. The muscle that is my heart does it with graceful ease, and I have no control over it.
Ethan laps at my clit in a repetitive rhythm. I’m the strings he’s so used to stroking, and nothing can take him out of his tempo. His hands go from my ass to my hips, and he lifts me up slightly, holding me at the exact distance he wants.
I attempt to grind back against him, wanting to get more than what he’s willing to give. He chuckles against my pussy, and I moan against the mattress.
I’m feeling lightheaded, my body in desperate need of air. Elliot moves beside me, squatting, I think.
“My love.” I tremble from the lustful rasp in my ear. “You’ll breathe when you come.” His lips press against the soft skin just under my earlobe. “Take your time.”
I thought I couldn’t get any more aroused. I was wrong.
Ethan’s teasing becomes unbearable, and tears of frustration burn in my eyes.
“Please…” I whimper, the sound swallowed by the mattress.
“Ethan,” Elliot chuckles against my ear. “You’re being mean.”
But he doesn’t stop. A stroke of my clit. A long beat. A teasing lap at my entrance. A beat.
I scream against the cotton sheet under me. I’m drooling over it, the material damp and making the situation even more humiliating. I can’t breathe…I need to come. Heaven is so close and unattainable.
“She’s going to pass out,” Elliot continues. It’s not a warning, not a threat, nothing that gives any order whatsoever. It’s simple information for his brother to do whatever he wants with.
