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Jeremiah grabs my hand and leads me into my bedroom. I look over my shoulder and find Ezekiel looking around the living room, then he moves into the bedroom to do the same.
"What are you searching for?" I chuckle.
"Something to cover those pretty eyes with."
"I think this is more of a naked game," Jeremiah states as we reach the bed.
I look back at him, see his tongue peek out to lick his lips.
"Are you two going to be naked, too?" I ask.
"You won't know because you won't be able to see."
"Not fair."
"We'll see how fair you think everything is when you're moaning," Ezekiel adds.
Then, he holds up the T-shirt that was sitting on the dresser for me to wear to bed. I watch him roll it up, never knowing such a simple act could be so enticing. He comes towards me as Jeremiah's hands go around me, unzipping my dress. Just as Ezekiel moves behind me, placing the T-shirt over my eyes, Jeremiah begins dragging my dress down. Ezekiel ties the shirt at the back of my head while Jeremiah takes off my bra, then my panties are tugged down until I can step out of them. I stand before them, completely naked, anticipation like a live wire inside of me, just waiting for a spark to set me aflame.
"The game begins now," I hear Jeremiah say, from much farther away than he was just moments ago.
"Okay," I breathe, then I smile. "Wait—what do I get if I win?"
"Pleasure," Ezekiel answers.
"And if I lose?"
"You'll have to try, and fail, to go to sleep between us," Jeremiah explains, never missing a beat, "our hard cocks pressing into you, knowing we want you, but you lost so no one gets to feel good tonight."
"How the hell is that fair?" I exclaim.
"It's not." Jeremiah chuckles. "Let's call it...motivation."
As if the tension thrumming between my thighs isn't motivation enough to make sure I get it right. I cannot go to sleep between them like this. I wait, not hearing a thing, not able to see anything but utter darkness behind the T-shirt. My body though, is hyper aware, searching for any touch, of fingers, of lips, anything to begin to satisfy the ache building within me.
A soft gasp escapes me when it does come, hands coming up to cup my face. I smile, immediately knowing whose it is. The callouses where his fingers meet his palm give him away.
"Ezekiel," I say.
“Good girl.”
Then, his lips are on mine, and even if I had not recognized his hands, his kiss would have given him away. Always more commanding, taking without question, his tongue sliding into my mouth with such demand that I don’t even think before opening for him. His tongue circles mine, hands moving down my neck, fingers threading through my hair. He steps closer and I know he’s naked as well from his cock pressing into my stomach. I moan at the feel of it, but just as I reach down to wrap my fingers around it, he steps away.
I’m dizzy for a moment, left standing in the dark, hands still reaching for Ezekiel. Then, a hand cups my breast a second before lips wrap around my nipple. The tongue flicking against it tells me whose it is. The soft way he does it, the gentle stroke of his tongue and the way his fingers more massage my breast than grip it tells me who it is undoubtedly.
“Jeremiah,” I state, but it becomes a moan as his mouth releases my nipple so his tongue can lay flat to it and lick up.
“Right again,” Jeremiah replies.
His lips move over my collarbone, up my neck, and across my jaw until they’re at my lips. I open for him, ready for the feel of his tongue against mine. And he gives it to me, his tongue sliding into my mouth. His tongue circles mine, slow and tempting, so enticing. Giving where his brother takes. But he too, backs away, leaving me standing alone. Leaving me waiting yet again. This game is already too torturous.
A hand skims up my legs, moving towards my inner thigh, towards where I desperately want either of their fingers to be. Once again though, I know these fingers just as I knew his hand. I don’t say a word until that finger touches my clit, making my stomach clench with lust and need. He rubs it in the way that only he does, hard and slow, as if he wants to draw out the pleasure, enjoying watching my body react to each moment his finger is on me.
"Ezekiel," I shakily breathe.
His dark, sexy chuckle rakes through me, making me shiver. I don't have to be able to see him to know he noticed it. His groan tells me he did, as he rubs another circle into my clit. A moan slips past my lips as he rubs it again. My legs suddenly feel too weak to stand, but then Ezekiel’s lips are gone. The groan of frustration has not even full left me before I feel a presence behind me.
Lips come to my lower back. A shuddering breath leaves me as they travel to my right cheek, then to my left. These lips are seeking instead of demanding as they trail up to my lower back again. Then, they lick up my spine and a violent shudder races through me.
