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"Do you want my cock in your pussy or ass?"
"Fucking both, Jeremiah. Please."
Even though I arch back on him in the hopes that he’ll hurry and give me what I want, he only smirks down at me. Then, Ezekiel’s body presses to my front. When I turn to look at him and feel my lips ghost against his, I gasp.
“You don’t know how badly I’ve longed to hear that sound again,” he says.
“What are you waiting for, then?”
Ezekiel picks me up so quickly, a surprised yelp leaves me as my legs and arms wrap around him. He walks me into the bedroom,his cock rubbing against me to the point that I whimper in need. He chuckles, but it turns into a groan when I bite on his earlobe.
“Fucking kiss me, Lexa. Now.”
I do, with every bit of desire that’s rushing through me right now. Of course, he doesn’t let me be in control for long, his hand gripping my hair and tilting my head so he can take over. His tongue lashes against mine while his other hand goes to my ass, pushing me harder into him as he arches up against me. Then, he leans over to lay me on the bed. I don’t release him though, only wrapping myself around him even tighter. He grunts into my mouth when I circle my hips on him.
Jeremiah gets onto the bed, and I break my mouth away from Ezekiel’s to look over at him. His hand is stroking up and down his cock, his other hand holding a small bottle of gel. A shiver races through me at just the sight of it.
Ezekiel chuckles again. “I think she’s ready for us.”
He sits up now, forcing my arms and legs to release him. Jeremiah turns me until I’m lying in the middle of the bed, thighs open, awaiting whatever they’re going to do next. Awaiting the rest of Ezekiel’s physical apology. Awaiting both pleasure and pain. Jeremiah goes between my thighs, kissing up my legs, but his kisses are too slow, and they linger too long.
"Do not tease me," I plead. "I've been dying to be between you and Ezekiel again."
"What have you been dying for?" he asks. "If you want our cocks in you, I want to hear every single thing you've been wanting us to do to you."
"Okay. Please, just—" My words cut off when he gives my clit a long, hard lick.
Ezekiel gets onto the bed, coming to lay beside me as Jeremiah moves to the other side. Me in the middle of them, I close my eyes as their hands come to me, so all I do is feel them. Both of their hands on my breasts, fingers trailing up my neck, threading in my hair. Their lips on my neck, kissing, biting, moving down to suck my nipples, then kissing along my shoulder and collarbone. A tongue licking the shell of my ear.
"I don't hear you, Lexa,” Jeremiah says in my ear.
I feel like I can barely think, let alone talk, but I don't want them to stop.
"I've wanted your tongues on me, in me." As I begin to speak, I'm turned on my side, so I'm facing Ezekiel. He stares at my lips as I continue talking. "I've wanted your fingers working me towards an orgasm I only get from you two." Ezekiel grabs my thigh, placing it high on his hip, opening me for him and Jeremiah. "I've wanted your cocks inside me." Ezekiel releases my thigh, but I clench it to his side to keep it there as he reaches between us and brings his cock to my opening. My words shudder out when I speak again. "I've wanted your sounds in my ear, your whispers, your groans, your grunts."
My last word drags out and becomes a moan as Jeremiah begins massaging warm gel to my tight ring. His finger works its way in, and I tighten around him. Ezekiel begins pushing in at the same time. A shaky sigh leaves me, and Ezekiel's eyes come up to mine now, a savage lust there, commanding me to take him, to arch forward so he can sink deeper.
"You're far too quiet, Lexa," Jeremiah groans.
I take a deep breath to gain some bearings. Even though Ezekiel sliding in and out of me doesn't make that easy in any way.
"I...I've wanted your marks on me when I look in the mirror the next morning. I've wanted the ache between my thighs, at my ass, so with every step, I remember what we did. I've wanted—"
My words cut off; my mouth unable to do anything but open with a silent sigh as Jeremiah begins entering me. Ezekiel's hand is back on my thigh, gripping it tightly, lifting it even higher as he and his brother fill me. I reach up to wrap my fingers around his neck, clinging to him as pain and pleasure mix. Ezekiel strokes into me slower, but just as deeply, staying inside me each time and grinding against my clit. Jeremiah slides inch after inch into me, stretching me, giving me that too-full feeling I've missed so much.
"Speak," Jeremiah tells me, but his voice is hoarse, betraying how him having to slide into me slowly is testing his restraint.
"I've wanted Ezekiel's demands and your need for my words." My words are barely anything more than a moan at this point. "I've wanted your cum inside of me after, leaking out of me in the morning, reminding me that I belong to both of you."
Ezekiel comes forward and kisses me, swallowing my gasp as Jeremiah slides the last of himself into me, groin against my ass. His fingers move my hair away from the back of my neck and then his lips are there, soft and reassuring. Ezekiel's tongue licks lazily across my bottom lip as he begins thrusting into me faster. I arch into him, which makes my ass tighten around Jeremiah each time. He doesn't move yet, even though his hand comes to my side, fingers gripping me tightly. The pain is fading, pleasure building, tension coiling.
Then Jeremiah begins moving, sliding out of me as Ezekiel slides in. Entering me when my back arches from Ezekiel leaving me. They fill me at opposite times, making it so I am never withoutone of them sliding into me, giving me bliss, bringing me closer to the abyss only they can bring me to.
My mouth breaks away from Ezekiel with the deep moan that leaves me as he slams into me and stays there, grinding against my clit while Jeremiah begins really pounding into me. All I can do is hold onto Ezekiel as the tension inside me becomes unbearable. It has to snap. It needs to snap. Or I feel I'll succumb to it until I'm nothing but insane lust between them.
"Please," I beg them. "I need to come. I need you to come."
Because them coming inside of me is its own rush of pleasure. To know I brought them to the point where they couldn't hold back any longer. Neither of them says a word, they only begin fucking me. Both driving into me, their hands gripping so tightly I know I'll get the marks I wanted. Both of their lips on my skin, kissing wherever they can, their groans and grunts pushing me closer and closer to the orgasm I can see approaching in the stars that dance behind my closed eyelids.
