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The sounds of me and Jeremiah's bodies meeting, my moans and his grunts mixing with Ezekiel's groans fill the room. But it seems they're not enough for Jeremiah.
"I'm not hearing any words," he pants. "So, you must want me to stop."
"Please, no," I plead.
Ezekiel's mouth curves up into a smirk at my begging, but I don't even give it a second thought, because my mind is too busy trying to figure out what to say to keep Jeremiah inside of me. What do I want? It's dizzying to be the one who has to tell him what to do. To want him to just keep fucking me like he is, but knowing saying that won't be enough for him. But I do need more. I need...
Say it to him,my body whispers.
"I want you to grab my ass and suck on my neck as you fuck me. I want..." My confidence wanes for a second.
"Fucking tell me, Lexa," Jeremiah breathes.
Then, as if to encourage me, his mouth goes to my neck, sucking right where my pulse is beating a frantic rhythm. My next words start out as a gasp.
"I want you to put my legs on your shoulders." I have to stop speaking when he slams into me and hits a spot so sweet, my eyes begin to flutter closed. It's the narrowing of Ezekiel's eyes, the shake of his head that tells me it's not something I should dare to do. So, I open them and continue, "And fuck me until I explode around you. Call me names while you do it."
No sooner have the last words left my mouth than he's sliding out of me. In a blur of movement, he moves my body until I'm now sideways on the bed, then he's lifting my left leg to his shoulder like I told him to. He leans forward, his cock pressing against my opening, and then its pushing in, that bite of pain there again. He enters me slowly, his upper body forcing my leg to move closer and closer to my chest until the muscles in my thigh are screaming for relief. But the real relief I need is from the tension throbbing between my thighs.
Jeremiah turns his face to the side, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh before leaning forward to bring his lips to mine. As his tongue begins to war with mine, his hands slide to where I wanted them, gripping my ass so roughly that it hurts, in the best way. He begins stroking into me, quickly going back to the pace he'd set earlier. He sucks on my tongue, and I moan, my pussy tightening around him until he's hissing into my mouth. Then, he rips his mouth away from mine, his lips going to my neck, forcing my head to turn until my eyes are back on Ezekiel.
I gasp at how close he is now, standing at the edge of the bed, hand no longer on his cock, eyes boring into mine. His cock is close enough that I can almost take it into my mouth, but he smirks at me, as if he knows that's what I want but won't give it to me. Jeremiah uses his grip on my ass to arch my bottom up, pinning me to him so all I can do is take him pounding into me. Every single time he rubs against my clit makes me moan, myorgasm right there, just out of reach, tempting me, teasing me, taunting me.
"Come on my cock like the dirty slut you are," Jeremiah grunts out.
My pussy squeezes around him at the name.
"More," I breathe.
He takes his mouth away from my neck and brings it to my ear. "Be a good whore and let me feel you tightening around me again."
I give it to him, gasping as he drives into me and stays there, grinding against my clit. My back arches, tension like a tight cord inside of me, just needing one more thing to snap.
"Bite me," I moan.
He straightens and sinks his teeth into my thigh, making my eyes fly wide as I spasm around him.
"Don't stop," I demand. "Stay right there."
"Tell me, Lexa. Tell me more."
"Faster. Deeper."
He speeds up even more, hips arching so he thrusts into me more. His fingers are bruising on my ass as I drag my nails down his back. My eyes do close, then, my mouth dropping open but my throat not letting me release a single sound. Then, something's pushing in, my eyes widening in surprise as Ezekiel's cock pushing past my teeth, sliding along my tongue, muffling my surprised gasp. Jeremiah's tongue licks where I'm sure bite marks are while he groans against my skin, jerky thrusts telling me he's coming.
Ezekiel's slide himself in and out of my mouth as Jeremiah begins to slow down. My body is still arching with my high whenhe slides out of me. But even then, he's not done with me. He kisses down my body, between my breasts, over my trembling stomach, to my thigh that I'm sure is covered in my wetness, down my legs. Only once his lips leave me, does Ezekiel take his cock out of my mouth. I feel so empty now, without either of them inside of me, without their lips and touches.
I watch them, Jeremiah taking off the condom while Ezekiel puts one on. My body feels worn out, and yet, just the sight of Ezekiel getting ready to fuck me has me needy all over again. As if I haven't barely just come down from an orgasm. I'm already desperate for another. Just from Jeremiah's words, I know fucking Ezekiel will be different. Who's in control will be different. How I'm handled will change. But still, I'm taken by surprise when Ezekiel puts his hands on my waist and turns me around, his body quickly and completely covering me, pressing me into the bed. I've barely gotten my breath back when his cock is at my opening.
I can hear my wetness when he slides in, inch by inch, stretching me even more, making me cry out as he fills me. My hands scramble to grab the sheets, balling them in my grip as he pounds into me.
His knees widen my thighs, making pain burst when it rubs against where Jeremiah bit me, but my cry only turns into a moan when Ezekiel gives me a long, deep stroke. His hand comes to my lower back, pushing down to keep me with my ass in the air, no choice but to take each thrust. His other hand goes to my hair, gripping it and yanking my head back so my neck arches too. And I find Jeremiah there, his face right in front of mine. He brings his mouth to mine, lips gentle, like a caress, his tongue teasing me. He moves back and forth with me as my body rocks with each thrust Ezekiel gives me. My pussy is already tightening around him each time he enters me, and the tensionis right back inside me, thrumming, building. Then, Jeremiah's hands slip between me and the sheets, traveling down until they're cupping my breasts. A vicious shiver rakes through me at the feeling of both of them, Ezekiel's rough fucking contrasting with Jeremiah's soft kiss and touch.
"Get on your knees like the whore you are," Ezekiel demands.
I don't move fast enough because he pulls hard on my hair, tearing my mouth away from Jeremiah's. Hurrying to move, because Ezekiel has stopped moving behind me, I get to my hands and knees, and his hands go to my hips, bringing my body back on him.
"I want your come all over me when I'm done with you," he pants. "And my fucking name tearing from your throat. Are you gonna give them to me?"
