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"I'll take that," I agree.
"Fantastic. Will you need three orders or—"
"We'll be sharing," Jeremiah answers before the waiter even finishes speaking.
"Very good. I will have cups of tea brought in for your wait."
"Oh la, la." I smile. "Good meal, fancy tea, allegedly to-die-for dessert. You spoil a girl."
"As you should be," Jeremiah states.
The person who cleared our table brings in our drinks and sets them before each of us. I'm not the least bit interested in the steaming cup though.
"Well go on then," I say.
"Go on what?" Ezekiel murmurs.
"You said you'd show me how sexy you find me, and Jeremiah said he'd spoil me. I'm waiting for you to do both."
Ezekiel's lips curve up into a smile, but a mischievous one. "And what, exactly, would you like me to show you?"
"That you want me so badly, you can make me come before dessert gets here."
His eyes flare with lust, but then Jeremiah speaks and I turn my head to look at him.
"And how do you want to be spoiled?"
"I want you to have me fighting not to scream your name. I mean, we have a private room. It should definitely go to use."
Ezekiel's hand comes to my thigh, sliding up through the slit that leaves my skin exposed to his touch. I turn my head again, just so I can watch his reaction when he realizes—
"You have been sitting here all night without panties on?" he growls out.
"Shame neither of you noticed until just now," I tease.
"Allow us to make up for that," Jeremiah says.
Ezekiel’s tongue peeks out, the tip of it at the corner of his mouth while his eyes lock on mine, and he moves his hand inward. I widen my thighs for him, and for Jeremiah, since his fingers are now ghosting over my skin, up and up until they wrap around my inner thigh. He pulls on my thigh, making me open them even more. Legs spread as I sit between them, I wait to see where their fingers will go. Whose will go to my clit, and which to my opening? Will they exchange which part of me they work until they’ve brought me to a finish?
Ezekiel’s go to my clit, not gentle at all in the way his thumb rubs a circle into it. Already, my breath leaves me shaky. His tongue disappears back into his mouth so he can sink his teeth into his bottom lip as he grins, clearly feeling too triumphant so soon. Jeremiah’s lips are on my neck, making my eyes flutter closed as two of his fingers move through my lips, sliding through my wetness until he reaches my opening. I arch up, more than ready for them, but Ezekiel’s thumb pushes against my clit, stilling me. My eyes open to find him shaking his head at me.
“You told us what you wanted us to do,” he tells me. “We never said you could do anything at all.” I give him a distressed expression, but he just chuckles. “Choose your words more carefully next time. But for now, you sit there, and let us show you what we can do with such little time.”
Oh, I already know, and am happy to let them show me once again. If I can sit still while they do it though, is a very different thing. Because already, as Jeremiah slides just the tips of his fingers into me, I want to roll my hips to take them deeper. I want to reach down and press Ezekiel’s fingers into my clit, because his thumb is not enough. But the smirk on his face tells me he knows that, and is toying with me.
“Kiss me,” I breathe.
He leans forward, bringing his lips to mine, not wasting any time before sliding his tongue into my mouth. I moan around it, and he gives me what I want, exchanging his thumb for three fingers, rubbing round and round. Jeremiah’s tongue is at work too, licking up my neck to my ear, causing me to shiver in my seat. He groans in my ear, and then, finally, sinks his fingers into me. I can’t help the way my body lifts to meet them. Ezekiel bites down on my tongue for my disobedience, and I whimper into his mouth, but don’t stop arching.
It's hard to even try to remain still. I move my hands just to stop myself from doing what I really want, reaching for both of their cocks, begging them to fuck me right here in this restaurant instead of playing this game I shouldn’t have started. I see now all I’ve done is torture myself. One hand goes to Ezekiel’s short hair, holding his head to me as his tongue savagely lashes against mine, a dark promise for things to come later, I’m sure. The other tangles in the strands of Jeremiah’s hair, pressing him harder to where he’s kissing my neck again. He doesn’t stay there long though.
My hand stays in his hair as he moves lower, peppering my skin with kisses until he’s pushing my dress aside so he can wrap his lips around my nipple. I barely,barely,hold back from arching into his mouth. Ezekiel breaks our kiss, looking down at his brother’s mouth on me, fingers working me faster. Jeremiah’s fingers seem to match his pace, driving into me faster. My body has no choice but to jerk up with how hard he slams them into me.
Ezekiel’s eyes dart up to meet mine, his tongue sweeping across his lips. And then he’s moving my dress aside as well, exposing my other nipple. He cocks a brow as I push on his head, urging him towards it, but he allows it, lowering until his lips are inches from my nipple. His fingers slow down as he flicks his tonguefrom side to side on my nipple. Jeremiah sucks harder on the nipple in his mouth, drawing a gasp from me. I sink in my seat, giving myself an excuse to tilt my hips forward. Jeremiah allows it, sinking his fingers deeper into me. Ezekiel though, pinches my clit.
“That only makes it easier for me to come,” I say in a breathless chuckle.
“What are you waiting for then?” he asks against my breast.
