Chapter 84

—One night—, Ezequiel insists.

—I don't think that's smart.—

"Tonight, even," he continues as if I hadn't said a word. "Choose a bed."

"It doesn't matter which one," Jeremiah interrupts. "Any one is big enough for us to show you how good fantasies come true can be."

A heat courses through me so fast and intensely that I feel like it's consuming me. I've been running from this for months, denying my attraction to them, pushing aside my longing for them, and completely ignoring how my body craves them. What if I just...gave in? Give myself one night with them? Give in to just one of the many things I've imagined doing with them? Would it be worth it? Somehow, I know it would. Would I regret it? That's what I'm not sure of, and I hate that uncertainty.

As if sensing the war inside me, they both suddenly move. Jeremiah positions himself in front of me, as if he dominates me more than ever. Ezekiel is behind me, making me aware that the only thing separating him from me is a towel. And that doesn't hide the fact that he's erect. I look down, wanting to see if Jeremiah is too. The evidence of his arousal is evident in his bell-bottom sweatpants.

“All you have to do is say yes,” Jeremiah says softly, making me look up and meet his eyes.

—If I said yes right now—, I whisper, —what would happen?—

It's Ezequiel who answers: "Jeremiah, I would kiss you while I undress you. Once you're naked, I would take you to the bedroom so I could let go of this towel and stroke my cock while I watch your ass as you walk. Then, I would bury my face in your pussy and find out if you taste as good as I always imagined while Jeremiah fills your mouth with his cock. Only when you've come on my tongue and are dripping wet, will he put it in you."

I've been looking into Jeremiah's eyes as Ezekiel speaks, watching how desire transforms into lust, and now there's a wild need. He desires this with the same intensity I do. With the same intensity that Ezekiel's words tell me.

"Why is Jeremiah fucking me first?" I ask, only to see his eyes light up with desire at the word. And they do. Then he moves closer, until his lips are almost touching mine.

—Because Ezequiel likes to watch. But don't worry, he'll have his turn with you too.—

I try to hold it back, but a shiver nearly runs through my body, making my body shudder with its force. Behind me, I hear Ezekiel inhale sharply. It shudders as it leaves his mouth. In that precise moment, with Jeremiah's lips inches from mine, Ezekiel so close his cock rubs against my ass, and my wetness already coating my thighs, I've made a decision. No more running away.

—Yes—, I say.

Jeremiah smiles. “You just made the best decision of your life.”

Jeremiah takes a small step forward, and a silent gasp escapes me. He smiles, but it's not a friendly smile. It's more like the smile of someone who finally gets what they want.

"Don't be afraid," he whispers.

But Ezequiel also takes a step forward, and his cock pushes deeper into my ass, bringing me closer to Jeremiah. His words are the complete opposite.

—I don't care if you're scared. I'd love to feel you tremble beneath me.—

I don't have a chance to respond, though my mind seems unable to find words, because Jeremiah's lips are immediately on mine. I expect a longing in his kiss, a roughness, since nothing about him or Ezekiel betrays sweetness, shyness, or modesty. I expect a hurried meeting of lips in response to finally having this moment that feels like it's been coming for so much longer, maybe even since the first moment we met. I'm surprised to receive, instead, only a few caresses of his lips against mine. They leave me wanting, throwing my head back each time he pulls away to seek more of his mouth.

As soft as they are, his kisses still manage to take over all of my senses, until I only feel his lips. The way they begin to press harder against mine, starting to take more of me with his lips lingering on mine now. He tilts his head to get more of me a moment before his tongue licks between my lips, not asking but demanding that I open them. And I do, with a gasp as I feel Ezekiel's hands reaching for the top of my back. I arch forward and Jeremiah moans into my mouth, his tongue now circling mine as Ezekiel begins to unzip my dress. When he's finished, his hand, rough with calluses that I love to feel on my skin, slides down where my dress has parted.

I need air, to breathe, but I can't pull away, not with Jeremiah's kiss growing hungrier and his hands going to my hips to pull me closer. Ezekiel's hands move up, to my shoulders to pull down my straps. As soon as my arms are free of my dress, I bring them up to wrap them around Jeremiah's neck, tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. My dress pulls past my hips, and I feel it slide down my legs and then pool at my feet. I wasn't wearing a bra, and my chest is now bare, brushing against Jeremiah's with each ragged breath. As if he recognizes it at the same time I do, he tears his mouth from mine and looks down, his eyes narrowed as he takes in my breasts. His hands come up to cover them just as I feel Ezekiel's hands reach my hips.

I let out a shaky breath as he starts to pull down my panties, but it turns into a gasp when he bites my ass. A dark chuckle comes from behind me, and I start to turn to face him, but Jeremiah stops me. His hand on my chin makes me turn my face toward him.

"That sound," he says hoarsely. "I want to hear it again."

Their words, their gaze, their grip on my chin, and the feel of Ezekiel behind me—it's all so suddenly overwhelming that I realize I'm afraid. That even though I've wanted this for so long, it might be too much. That doing this with them is still a mistake. That the next morning, I'll regret every moment. But I've wanted this for so long. I've fantasized about what it feels like to be between them. I've longed for their hands and their lips on me. There's no going back now. I don't want to go back now. So I push aside all my fears and anxieties to pretend I'm way more confident than I am now.

"I'm still not entirely sure any of you can get that sound out of me," I challenge them.

He just smiles, but it's Ezequiel who answers: "How can you lie to yourself so easily?"

As if to prove me wrong, Jeremiah moves forward, bringing his lips to my neck. My hands immediately return to his hair, enjoying the feel of the strands between my fingers a little too much, how I can already imagine using my grip to keep his head between my thighs. His teeth nip at my skin, but I fight to suppress a moan. It feels like a losing battle, though, when Ezekiel slides his hand up my leg, slowly moving up to where I crave. But he goes no further, denying me what I know full well he knows I need. I hate myself for arching for him, and for the way he moves his hand to make sure he doesn't get any more.

Instead, he kisses the small of my back, his lips soft, but just enough to make my eyes widen at the new wave of heat coursing through me. I arch again, practically unable to stop myself from doing so, and this time, he moves his hand up. The sigh I let out when his finger brushes over my clit is treacherous, but necessary, if only to keep from moaning.

Jeremiah's hands move to my breasts. They're very similar to Ezequiel's, calloused and rough, just as strong, but larger, with longer fingers. His thumbs rub circles around my nipples while Ezequiel does the same with my clitoris; another finger slides through my wetness until it reaches my entrance, but doesn't penetrate.

“Are you going to bother me all night?” I ask Ezequiel breathlessly.

—I couldn't even if I tried.—

Then his finger enters me. A moan leaves my mouth, but Jeremiah quickly stifles it, returning his mouth to mine. His lips devour me as Ezekiel's fingers torture me, rubbing, thrusting, hooking, pleasuring, drawing from me long, deep sounds that only reach Jeremiah's mouth. I arch my back, riding Ezekiel's hand as his lips kiss my spine; only a ghost of his lips, really, but more than enough to make me shiver more than once.

Then his lips move from my back to my ear as Jeremiah and I part ways.

"Take her to the bedroom," he says to Jeremiah, just before pulling his finger out of me.

Jeremiah licks his lips as his hands move away from my breasts, and one of them takes mine. I step out of the puddle of my dress and panties to follow him into the room Ezequiel came from. But I look over my shoulder, curious if Ezequiel will do what he said. Sure enough, his towel is on the floor around him, and his penis is in his hand. Long and wide in his grip as he strokes himself. I look up and see his eyes fixed on my ass, just like he said. And the finger he just had inside me, between his lips.

"My God," I mutter to myself, but Jeremiah hears me. Of course he does.

"Are you already calling on the Lord?" he mocks. "We haven't even started yet."