CHAPTER 31

CHAPTER 31
There they are, just what I needed. And they do just what I need. But then Jeremiah moves behind me, his movements telling me he's undressing. I want to turn around and look, but my eyes are fixed on Ezekiel, realizing I need words other than the ones Jeremiah just gave me. I need words from Ezekiel. I need his comfort. I need him to erase all the bad. I need him.

Jeremiah's cock squeezes my ass as he wraps his arms around me as Ezekiel walks toward us, completely naked. For a moment, I consider saying fuck it and groveling, demanding to be taken to bed right now, but when Ezekiel reaches us and I tilt my head back so our eyes meet, I know this has to happen, for both of us. Because his apology is there, in his gaze, before I even open my mouth. He brings his forehead close to mine, and our chests bump together with my labored breathing and his deep one.

This last week without you has felt like an eternity, Laury. I didn't sleep all night and I fought with myself all day. Plus, Jer told me how stupid I was every time he saw me.

My cheeks rise with my smile, and he reaches up to cup his hands.

But he was right. That was never more evident than after you came to the gym, and as you left, all those terrible "what ifs" came flooding back to me. What if you were gone forever? What if the blindness to what was right in front of me had made me lose control? What if I never touched you again...? His hand slides down my belly to my clit, making me gasp as he circles it.

—I never tried you again.—

He kisses my breast while rubbing my clit with his finger. When I arch, I press harder into Jeremiah, letting his cock slide between my buttocks. He moans in my ear as his brother's lips run over my breasts, over my belly button, but not before licking it in circles before moving down. He withdraws his finger to lick my clit hard once. Then he pulls back, looking up at me as his fingers slide through my wetness until they reach my entrance.

—I'll never be inside you again.—

He penetrates me with his fingers, and Jeremiah's hands reach my breasts, holding me as I arch my hips, seeking more, needing more. Of his touch, of Ezequiel's words, and of Jeremiah's sounds in my ear.

Ezequiel continues sliding his fingers in and out of me while his forehead rests on my belly. It's such a humble gesture, so pleading for forgiveness and understanding, that my hand moves without realizing it. The tips of my fingers are in his hair while my palm rests on his cheek. He leans his face even further into my touch. I couldn't push him away even if I wanted to.

Even worse, I thought about what would happen if I never heard you say my name again without that sadness and pain I heard in your voice at the gym. What would happen if I never hugged you again? Wake up with you? What would happen if I never told you I loved you every day again? What would happen if... what would happen if I lost you?

He looks at me with lively hope. Then he kisses my belly before saying, "But we'll see if you give my heart something after I finish apologizing to my body."

He lowers his head and wraps his hands around my thighs, parting them so my clit is there for him to suck into his mouth. I buck against the intense pleasure coursing through me, my ass pressing harder against Jeremiah. He arches to rub against me as Ezekiel's tongue traces the tip of my clit. A broken sound leaves me, and my hand moves to the top of Ezekiel's head, fingers pushing his mouth even harder inside me. The other goes behind me, fingers gripping Jeremiah's neck. I turn my head just enough for him to bring his mouth down on mine. I gasp into our kiss when Ezekiel releases my clit and puts his tongue flat against it, licking upward, my hips arching to meet his movement. Jeremiah's tongue circles mine as Ezekiel's slides across my lips, moving back and forth, making my body tremble.

Jeremiah's hands move over my breasts, his fingers brushing over my nipples as Ezekiel's tongue reaches my entrance. From the first thrust, I'm nothing but arching my hips, moaning and gasping between them. My thighs tremble against the sides of Ezekiel's head, my nails digging into Jeremiah's skin as our kiss isn't even a meeting of lips anymore, just him sucking on my tongue. I'm so close to cumming. So close to losing control. So close to exploding between the two of them.

As if they could both sense the tension building inside me at that precise moment, Ezequiel begins to devour me, moaning against me as his tongue penetrates me. One of Jeremiah's hands slides slowly down my stomach. When he reaches my clit and rubs it in a slow, torturous circle, I tear my mouth from his so a broken moan can escape me. It only takes a few more circles and Ezequiel hooking his tongue into me for an orgasm to ripple through me. No matter which way I arch, I'm overwhelmed with pleasure. Forward and Ezequiel's mouth is there, feasting on me like I'm his last meal. Back and Jeremiah's fingers are there, pressing even harder as he rubs his cock against me, a dark promise of more. Either way, I'm at their mercy, but neither of them gives me even a bit of the mercy I don't even want.

Jeremiah's finger moves away from my clit, leaving a wet trail on my skin as he runs it over my belly, between my breasts, over my collarbone, and down my neck and chin. Then it reaches my lips, and I don't hesitate to open my mouth for him to slide his finger in. I moan at the taste of me on his tongue and the sight of Ezekiel licking my clit. He sucks on the overly sensitive bud, but I whimper, and then he lets go, pulling back to look at me.

“Pussy or ass?” Jeremiah asks in a hoarse voice.

"W-what?" I whisper, turning my head to look at him.

—Do you want my cock in your pussy or your ass?—

—Fuck you both, Jeremiah. Please.—

Even though I arch back, hoping he'll hurry up and give me what I want, he just smirks at me. Then, Ezekiel's body presses against mine. When I turn to face him and feel my lips brush against his, I gasp.

"You don't know how much I've wanted to hear that sound again," he says.

—What are you waiting for then?

Ezequiel lifts me so fast that I let out a surprised yelp as I wrap my legs and arms around him. He carries me to the bedroom, his penis rubbing against me so hard that I moan with need. He chuckles, but it turns into a moan when I bite his earlobe.

—Kiss me, Laury, fuck. Right now.

I do, with all the desire coursing through me right now. Of course, he doesn't let me control him for long; his hand grips my hair and he tilts my head to take control. His tongue lashes against mine as his other hand goes to my ass, pushing me harder against him as he arches against me. Then, he leans down to throw me back on the bed. But I don't let go, I only wrap myself around him tighter. He grunts into my mouth when I roll my hips against him.

Jeremiah climbs onto the bed, and I tear my mouth away from Ezequiel's to look at him. His hand strokes his penis up and down; in the other, he holds a small bottle of gel. A shiver runs through me just looking at it.

Ezequiel chuckles again. “I think she’s ready for us.”

He sits up, forcing me to let go. Jeremiah turns me until I'm lying in the middle of the bed, thighs spread, waiting for whatever they do next. Waiting for the rest of Ezekiel's physical apology. Waiting for both the pleasure and the pain. Jeremiah moves between my thighs, kissing my legs, but his kisses are too slow and linger too long.

"Don't bother me," I beg. "I've been dying to be back with you and Ezekiel."

"Why are you dying?" he asks. "If you want our cocks inside you, I want to hear everything you've ever wanted us to do to you."

“Okay. Please, just…” My words are cut off when he gives my clit a long, hard lick.

Ezequiel climbs into bed and lies next to me while Jeremiah moves to the other side. I'm between them, closing my eyes as his hands move toward me, so I can only feel them. Both hands on my breasts, fingers running down my neck, tangling in my hair. His lips on my neck, kissing, biting, moving down to suck on my nipples, then kissing my shoulder and collarbone. A tongue licking the shell of my ear.

"I can't hear you, Laury," Jeremiah says in my ear.

I feel like I can barely think, let alone speak, but I don't want them to stop.

“I’ve wanted your tongues on me, inside me.” As I start to speak, I’m on my side, facing Ezekiel. He stares down at my lips as I continue. “I’ve wanted your fingers to bring me to the orgasm I only get between the two of you.” Ezekiel grabs my thigh, positioning it high over his hip, opening me up for him and Jeremiah. “I’ve wanted your cocks inside me.” Ezekiel lets go of my thigh, but I grind it against his side to keep it there as he moves between us and brings his cock to my entrance. My words shudder as I speak again. “I’ve wanted your sounds in my ear, your whispers, your moans, your grunts.”

My last word dragged out into a moan as Jeremiah began massaging my tight ring with warm gel. His finger pushed in, and I clenched around it. Ezekiel began thrusting at the same time. I sighed shakily, and Ezekiel's eyes flashed to mine, a wild lust commanding me to take him, to arch forward so he could sink deeper.

"You're too quiet, Laury," Jeremiah complains.

I take a deep breath to get my bearings. Although Ezequiel, moving in and out of me, doesn't make it any easier.

—I... I wanted to have your marks on me when I looked in the mirror the next morning. I wanted to feel the ache between my thighs, in my butt, so that with every step, I'd remember what we did. I wanted...—

My words are cut off; my mouth opens with a silent gasp as Jeremiah begins to thrust into me. Ezekiel's hand returns to my thigh, gripping it tightly, lifting it even higher as he and his brother fill me. I reach up to circle my fingers around his neck, holding onto him as the pain and pleasure mix. Ezekiel thrusts deeper, staying inside me each time and rubbing against my clit. Jeremiah slides inch by inch inside me, stretching me, giving me that feeling of fullness I've been missing.

"Talk," Jeremiah tells me, but his voice is hoarse, betraying that having to slide inside me slowly is testing his control.

—I've wanted Ezekiel's demands and your need for my words.— My words are barely a whimper at this point. —I've wanted your semen inside me afterward, dripping out in the morning, reminding me that I belong to both of you.—

Ezequiel moves closer and kisses me, swallowing my gasp as Jeremiah slides inside me, his groin pressed against my ass. His fingers brush my hair away from the nape of my neck, and then his lips are there, soft and comforting. Ezequiel's tongue lazily licks my bottom lip as he starts thrusting into me faster. I arch against him, making my ass clench around Jeremiah each time. He doesn't move yet, though his hand settles on my side, gripping me tightly. The pain fades, the pleasure grows, the tension builds.

Then Jeremiah starts to move, sliding out of me as Ezekiel enters. He enters me as my back arches at the sight of Ezekiel leaving me. They fill me at opposite times, so I'm never without one of them sliding inside me, giving me bliss, bringing me closer to the abyss only they can take me to.

My mouth breaks away from Ezekiel's with a deep groan as he thrusts into me and stays there, rubbing against my clit as Jeremiah begins to thrust into me hard. I can only hold on to Ezekiel as the tension inside me becomes unbearable. It has to break. It needs to. Or I feel like I'll succumb to it until it's nothing but uncontrolled lust between them.

“Please,” I beg them. “I need to come. I need you to come.”

Because cumming inside me is a rush of pleasure. Knowing I've brought them to the point where they can't hold back anymore. Neither of them says a word; they just start fucking me. Both of them thrusting into me, their hands squeezing me so hard I know I'll get the marks I wanted. Their lips on my skin, kissing where they can, their moans and grunts bringing me closer and closer to the orgasm I see approaching in the stars dancing behind my closed eyelids.

Then I'm there, and a high-pitched moan leaves my lips as I spasm around both of them. They feel it, their hisses tell me so. Ezekiel curses my name as Jeremiah sighs with his release. He thrusts into me and stays there, cumming deep in my ass. Ezekiel, however, thrusts harder, frantically thrusting as he cums too.

As I come down, my body contracts, tightening around their cocks as the sensations of my orgasm slowly fade. However, Ezekiel's brush against my clit doesn't help. Nor does Jeremiah licking the top of my spine. Nor Ezekiel's hand running down my thigh to my neck, arching it. His hand tightens, telling me he wants something I'm not giving him. I open my eyes lazily, and he smiles at me, making me understand that he wanted my gaze fixed on him. Perhaps because of the words he says next.

\-I love you.-

Something deep inside me releases the last thing that made me angry, sad, or doubtful.

I can never say those words enough to come close to how much you deserve to hear them, but I will say them at least every day in an effort to... If... If you let me.

I smile at him and see a little relief in his eyes.

—Twice a day and it's a deal.—

His smile widens. “Deal.”

"And we won't split it between you and Jeremiah," I joke. "That's two for each of us."