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“Beth?” Ezra asks softly. “Do you want me, too?”
My eyes fill with tears, overwhelmed by all the feelings rushing through me.
“Beth?”
“Yes!” I cry out. “Yes, I want you. I want you both. I can’t help it! I know it’s ridiculous, but—”
“Why would that be ridiculous?” Ezra asks.
“Because you’re both so… perfect. You’re so talented and accomplished. You have these amazing, exciting jobs, and let’s not even start on how fucking hot you both are, because it’s almost gross. Two men should not be so good looking, and they both definitely shouldn’t be in a room with me; watching me have a mental breakdown, because this isnothappening to me right now.”
I know I’m ranting, but I think I’m starting to crack. I forget to even be self-conscious of the fact that I’m not wearing pants, or that Cal’s hands have pushed the shirt up so my panties and stomach are on display. Because this is clearly some kind of hallucination. I’ve been hallucinating since Cherith’s scene at the gallery show and nothing since then has been real. It’s the only explanation.
“Or,” says Cal in an amused voice, “youare amazing and talented and brilliant and sexy as fuck, and we’ve both fallen absolutely head over heels for you. We’re the lucky ones in this situation, Beth.”
A very ladylike snort escapes me. It makes Ezra smile, and I can feel Cal’s rumbling laugh against the back of my head. I shake my head to clear some of the fog that has settled.
There’s a moment of silence that should be awkward, but instead it just builds on the already increasing tension in the room. The very air around us is waiting for someone to snap.
Surprisingly, it’s Ezra that breaks the spell. In one sweeping move, he captures my mouth again, this time much less gently. His kiss sets a fire in my belly, stoked by the way Cal kisses and nips at my neck, massaging my breasts beneath my shirt. They press me between them, their erections prominent. One presses against my front and another at my back.
Ezra’s lips move down my neck, Cal’s mouth replacing his as I crane my neck back to give him access to my lips. Cal pulls the shirt over my head and Ezra’s mouth kisses a hot trail across my collarbone and over the tops of my breast.
“So fucking perfect,” Ezra whispers, his eyes taking me in appreciatively. My whole body heats with his attention.
“Touch her, brother. Feel how wet and responsive she is.”
Ezra locks eyes with me. “Is that okay, Beth? Do you want me to touch you?”
“God yes,” I say with a breathy moan. They both chuckle a little and I’m spun around to face Cal. He lifts my arms around his neck, pressing my breasts against his chest.
Behind me, Ezra drops down to his knees, kissing a path around the outside of my thighs and then gently biting my ass, making me gasp. He groans into my flesh and it sends a vibration right to my clit.
Ezra stands slowly, trailing a hand from the inside of my ankle, up my thigh, lightly brushing over my damp center. His touches are light and tentative, but they’re enough to send electricity running over every inch of my body as he makes his way all the way back up by neck.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to touch you like this, Beth,” Ezra whispers in my ear. “For two years I’ve watched you, dreamed about you, craved you.”
His words make me dizzy. I’m spinning out of orbit as his hand cups my sex over my panties, rubbing into the damp fabric. I whimper and clench my thighs, needing so much more. Fingers deftly push beneath the waistband of my panties, slowly delving into my hot center. I shouldn’t be surprised how his long, talented fingers expertly bring me to the edge, but my climax takes me by surprise. I fall apart at the seam, crying out Ezra’s name.
“Hearing my name on your lips is so much better than I ever imagined,” he rasps.
My body goes slack in their arms, but they hold me up, kissing and touching me as I come down from the high.
“Your orgasm tastes like ambrosia from heaven,” Ezra says, licking my cum from his fingers.
Unable to form an intelligible response, I turn in their arms and face Ezra again, kissing him deeply. The taste of my release mingles between our tongues, and we moan into each others mouths.
Cal unclasps my bra and I let it fall down my arms, my bare nipples rubbing against the soft fabric of Ezra’s shirt. As Cal slowly pulls my panties down my legs, I start to unbutton Ezra’s shirt, opening it to run my hands over his smooth chest and lean, well-defined abs. My eyes soak in his form, fingers itching to sketch or paint this moment, to capture it for eternity.
“Why don’t you show Ezra how much you think about him, bláth fiáin?” Cal says, very gently pushing down on my shoulders.
I blink rapidly. Is this really happening? Despite every impulsive thought that tries to make its way into my psyche, I drop to my knees. I force myself to slow down, not act too eager, as I look up at Ezra, reaching to unzip his pants.
“You don’t have to, Beth, you don’t owe me anything—”
I stop him with a look. “Iwantthis, Ezra. I wantyou. I’ve fantasized about this moment since the day I first met you,” I admit quietly.
Ezra watches me reverently as I release his pants and pull his cock free from the tight fabric of his boxer briefs. My eyes leave his to examine the prize in front of me. My fingers slide over the smooth, dark skin, pushing it back to reveal the head, shiny and wet with drops of pre-cum. My thumb rolls over the slick beads of liquid, spreading it down his length as I squeeze and pump his cock. He isn’t quite as thick as Cal, a bit longer though, with a slight curve that has me imagining all the delicious spots he could hit inside me.
