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I open for him, like Ezekiel's words told me to, and Jeremiah's stare is demanding me to. Jeremiah slides into my mouth. I groan, both from the feeling of his cock filling my mouth and the pleasure of Ezekiel sucking on my clit. He slides in and in until he's at the back of my throat, groaning as my eyes flare wide at how deep he is.
"I won't make you swallow me," he says as he pulls back out. "Yet."
My eyes raise to him at his dark promise, and find lust in his stare. Then, my eyes are trying to close again with Ezekiel's tongue flicking my clit. I moan and Jeremiah bites down on his bottom lip as he groans. Jeremiah pulls back and I circle my tongue around the tip of him. His hand moves from my chin to my cheek, stroking there.
"Keep sucking my cock just like that."
He slides back in, groaning above me, just as Ezekiel does against my pussy. Is he watching us from between my thighs? I want to check, but I don't want to let Jeremiah out of my mouth and have Ezekiel move his mouth away from me.
But just knowing his eyes might be on me, I begin bobbing on Jeremiah, hollowing my cheeks to suck him harder, moving my tongue on him. Ezekiel's tongue slides through my wetness and a shaky moan leaves me, muffled around Jeremiah's cock. Then, his tongue is in my opening, thrusting into me just as fast as my head moves back and forth on Jeremiah. He is watching.
I begin circling my hips, seeking more of Ezekiel's mouth, but my head is held still by Jeremiah's hand coming to my hair, gripping it tightly to control my movements. He holds it close to him, moving his hips back and forth to slide in and out of my mouth. I begin to wonder if Jeremiah is watching Ezekiel as well because right as Ezekiel widens my thighs and begins feastingon me like I'm his last meal, Jeremiah slams into my mouth and stays there, so deep that I sit up straighter, alarmed at my need to gag.
"Calm down," he instructs me.
My hands go to his thighs, nails digging in there as I try to do as he says. It's hard to even think straight with Ezekiel's tongue curving up every time he thrusts it into me, let alone calm down. Then, Jeremiah pushes in a little more, right as I moan from Ezekiel's finger coming to my clit. Jeremiah pulls back on my hair, making my neck arch so he can slide in until my throat is spasming around him. My back arches just as much before my hips move forward, meeting Ezekiel's tongue. My orgasm is right there, one lick, one touch, away.
"You want to come?" Jeremiah asks.
I can't breathe around his cock. Can barely move from the way Ezekiel's hands are now holding my thighs so far apart. But I can damn sure nod, desperate for what he's teasing me with.
"Then, swallow me."
I do and he hisses. "Again."
Before I even work my throat to swallow around him again, Ezekiel's mouth is back on my clit, sucking it into his mouth. I swallow and Ezekiel bites my clit right as Jeremiah groans. Then, I'm moaning around his cock, moving my hips like crazy as my orgasm crashes into me. Jeremiah moves my head, so my mouth is sliding back and forth on him as I gasp and moan. I can tell Jeremiah is close too, from the way his grip tightens in my hair, his thighs trembling under my hands, his sounds getting deeper, longer. But then he's sliding out of my mouth at the exact moment that Ezekiel's mouth leaves me. I whimper at both losses.
"Move back," Jeremiah demands while sliding a condom down his cock.
Even though I feel like I can barely move, I place my hands that I'm just now realizing are shaking behind me and move back on the bed. Ezekiel stands, his stare downright wild as his hand goes back to his cock. Then, my eyes are on Jeremiah as he begins crawling onto the bed. I continue moving, towards the headboard to make room for him, but he doesn't let me reach it. He pulls on my ankles, yanking me forward, forcing my legs to spread around him. Then, he's hovering over me, leaning forward so I have no choice but to fall backwards until I'm lying on the sheets. At first my eyes are on the ceiling, as he kisses my neck, along my collarbone, up my cheek. But they close when his fingers trail along my quivering stomach, lower and lower until they're almost right where I want him.
"Did my brother get you drenched for me?" he asks huskily.
I don't even need to think about it. Wetness coats my thighs, and I can feel that my clit is swollen from Ezekiel sucking on it, thrumming with the pace of my pulse, begging for more.
"Yes," I breathe.
"I'll tell you something you need to know. My brother loves to command, tell you every little thing he wants you to do, how he wants you to move, what sounds he wants to hear pass these pretty lips." One hand comes up so his fingers can trace my lips, his eyes following their path. The other hand finally lowers, grazing over my thigh before it’s gone from me for a second. Then, I feel his cock on my clit, and my hands fly to his shoulders as he rubs the tip of himself against me. "But me, I like to be commanded. I want you to tell me what you want me to do, what I'm making you feel. How you want me to move. Your words getyou where you need to be with me, Lexa. Your words stop, so do I. Do you understand?"
"You don't sound like you want to be commanded," I point out.
"Only while fucking." He shoots me a sexy grin that has my pussy tightening. "And I'm not fucking you, yet, even though my fucking cock is pleading with me to get inside of you. But I need you to tell me how you want me to take you. Slow and soft or hard and fast."
I inhale a sharp breath at the way his words unexpectedly make something inside of me, some part I never knew existed, take hold. A part that wants to demand him to do whatever I want. That wants to tell him to fuck me, and kiss me, and bite me. A part that wants to be in control. A part that knows exactly what I want Jeremiah to do to me.
"Hard and fast," I answer.
His mouth moves to the side, beard scratching across my cheek as he begins to whisper into my ear. Now, I can see over his back, to where Ezekiel is sitting in a chair by the side of the bed that I'm sure wasn't there before. Muscular thighs spread wide, his hand wrapped around his cock.
"Is Ezekiel watching?" Jeremiah asks.
I look up from where my eyes have been fixated on his cock to find Ezekiel's eyes on me. Watching, waiting.
"Yes."
"Keep your eyes on him while I fuck you."
Then, he's slamming into me, and I gasp out, my hands tightening on his shoulders as he stretches me. As my pussy struggles to adjust to his size, Ezekiel's hand begins moving, slow strokes up and down, his thumb smearing the precum already at the tip. It makes me tighten around Jeremiah and hegroans into my ear. Then, he pulls back, driving into me again and again. I arch my hips up to meet his every thrust, watching Ezekiel's hand begin to move at the same pace that his brother is fucking me. God, did I think I would be uncomfortable with him watching? Because having his eyes on me, watching his hand move on himself, his need for me glistening on the tip, is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. Jeremiah fucking me while Ezekiel watches, pushing me closer and closer to the release of tension my body is begging for, is the sexiest thing I've ever felt.
