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"What?" I damn near squeak.
"One night," Ezekiel presses.
"I don't think that's smart."
"Tonight, even," he continues as if I never said a word. "Pick a bed."
"Doesn't matter which one," Jeremiah cuts in. "Either one is big enough for us to show you how good fantasies made real can be."
Heat rushes through me so fast and intensely, it feels like it's consuming me. I've run from this for months, denying myattraction to them, pushing aside my yearning for them, and absolutely ignoring the way my body aches for them. What if I just...gave in? Gave myself one night with them? Let myself fall into even just one of the many things I've imagined doing with them? Would it be worth it? Somehow, I know it would. Would I regret it? That's what I'm unsure of, and I hate that uncertainty.
As if they can feel the war within me, they're both suddenly moving. Jeremiah comes in front of me, seeming like he's towering above me more than ever. Ezekiel is behind me, making me all too aware that the only thing separating him from me is a towel. And it does nothing to hide the fact that he's hard. I look down, wanting to see if Jeremiah is too. The evidence of his arousal is clear in his tented sweatpants.
"All you have to do is say yes," Jeremiah says low, making me look back up, into his eyes.
"If I said yes right now," I breathe, "then what would happen?"
It's Ezekiel who answers me. "Jeremiah would kiss you while I undress you. Once we get you naked, he would take you to the room, so I can drop this towel and stroke my cock while I watch your ass as you walk. Then, I’m gonna bury my face in your pussy and find out if you taste as good as I've always imagined you do while Jeremiah fills your mouth with his cock. Only once you've come on my tongue and you're fucking dripping, will he slide his cock into you."
I've been looking into Jeremiah's eyes as Ezekiel speaks, watching the desire turn into lust, and now a feral need is there. He wants this just as badly as I do. As badly as Ezekiel's words tell me he does.
"Why is Jeremiah fucking me first?" I ask, just to see the way Jeremiah's eye flare with want when he hears the word. And they do. Then, he's leaning closer, until his lips are almost on mine.
"Because Ezekiel likes to watch. But don't worry, he'll get his turn with you, too."
I try to suppress it, but a shiver all but rips through me, making my body shake with the strength of it. Behind me, I hear Ezekiel inhale a sharp breath. It shudders back out of him. Right then, with Jeremiah's lips inches from mine, Ezekiel so close that his cock grinds into my ass, and my wetness already coats my thighs, my decision is made. No more running.
"Yes," I say.
Jeremiah grins. "You just made the best decision of your life."
Chapter 3
Jeremiah takes a small step forward and a quiet gasp escapes me. He smiles, but it's not kind. More like the smile of someone finally getting what they want.
"Don't be afraid," he whispers.
But Ezekiel takes a step forward too, and his cock pushes more into my ass, making me move closer to Jeremiah. His words are just the opposite.
"I don't mind if you're afraid. I'd love to feel you shaking beneath me."
I don't get a chance to respond, even though my mind seems incapable of coming up with any words anyway, because in the next breath Jeremiah's lips are on mine. I expect eagerness in his kiss, a roughness since nothing about him or Ezekiel says gentle, timid, or shy. I expect a rushed meeting of lips in response to us finally having this moment that seems like it’s been coming for much longer than a few months, maybe even from the first moment we set eyes on each other. I am surprised to instead receive just a few brushes of his lips against mine. They leave me wanting, tilting my head back each time he pulls away to seek more of his mouth.
Gentle as they are, his kisses still manage to take over all of my senses, until all I feel are his lips. The way they begin to press harder to mine, beginning to take more from me with his lips staying on mine now. His head tilts to get more of me a moment before his tongue licks between my lips, not asking but demanding I open. And I do, with a gasp at the feeling of Ezekiel's hands coming to my upper back. I arch forward and Jeremiah groans into my mouth, his tongue circling mine now while Ezekiel begins to drag my dress zipper down. When he'sdone, his hand, rough with callouses that I love the feel of on my skin, trails down where my dress has parted.
I need air, to breathe, but I can't seem to pull away, not with Jeremiah's kiss growing hungrier and his hands going to my hips to pull me closer. Ezekiel's hands raise, go to my shoulders to push my straps down. As soon as my arms are free of my dress, I raise my arms to wrap them around Jeremiah's neck, hands threading into his hair, pulling him in more. My dress is tugged past my hips, and I feel it slip down my legs and then pool at my feet. I didn't have on a bra and my chest is now bare, brushing against Jeremiah's with each harsh breath. As if he recognizes this at the same time that I do, he rips his mouth away from mine and looks down, eyes half-lidded as they take in my breasts. His hands come up to cover them just as I feel Ezekiel's hands come to my hips.
A shuddering breath leaves me as he begins bringing my panties down, but it turns into a gasp when he bites my ass cheek. A dark chuckle comes from behind me and I begin to turn to look at him, but Jeremiah stops me. His hand on my chin turns my face back to him.
"That sound," he says huskily. "I want to hear that sound again."
His words, the look in his eyes, his hold on my chin, and the feeling of Ezekiel behind me, it’s all so suddenly overwhelming that I realize I’m scared. That even though I've wanted this for so long, it may be too much. That doing this with them is still a mistake. That come morning, I'll regret every moment of this. But I have wanted this for so long. I have fantasized about what it feels like to be between them. I have longed for their hands and lips on me. There’s no turning back now. I don’t want to turn back now. So, I push all my fears and anxieties aside to pretend I'm much more confident than I am right now.
"I'm still not entirely sure either of you can get that sound out of me," I challenge.
He just grins, but it's Ezekiel that responds. "How can you lie to yourself so easily?"
As if to show me what a liar I am, Jeremiah moves forward, bringing his lips to my neck. My hands immediately go back to his hair, liking far too much the way the strands feel between my fingers, how I'm already imagining using my grip to keep his head between my thighs. His teeth bite at my skin, but I fight to suppress my moan. It feels like a losing battle though, when Ezekiel slides his hand up my leg, inching up right to where I am aching for them. But he doesn't go any further, denying me what I know damn well he knows I need. I hate myself for arching for him, and for the way he moves his hand to ensure I don't get more.
