Chapter 85

A new wave of nerves hits me as I enter the room. The sheets are perfect and look too innocent for what we're about to do with them. Will we be in bed? What positions will they put me in? How and where will Jeremiah have me so Ezequiel can see? See. I've never been watched, not even to touch me. Will I be comfortable with that?

"Hello, hello. Are you okay?" Jeremiah asks in a low voice.

I look away from him when I see Ezekiel approaching. His penis is still in his hand, biting his lower lip as he looks me up and down. But then Jeremiah turns his face towards me, so I have to look at him again.

"Are you okay?" he asks more firmly.

And that's what reassures me again. He's, I'm sure, just as needy as I am, but he still asks if this is all right. I smile at him as I nod.

\-I'm fine.-

—If any of this is too much...—

Just when he starts saying what I know he's going to say, it changes my mindset. I want what they give me, what they do to me, what they do to me. If I have a night with them, I want it to be everything I dreamed of.

I shake my head. “Don’t hold back.”

"Trust me," Ezequiel begins as we reach him. Then he turns me so I'm facing him. "I'm not doing this."

My heart was already racing, but as I looked into his eyes and felt his hard cock pressing against my stomach, it started to thump. He smirked at me, as if he knew how nervous he was making me, as if he reveled in it.

"I've waited so long for this moment," he says softly, and it leaves me stunned. The longing in his voice, the longing in her.

So why aren't you inside me yet? I ask.

His mocking smile turns into a grimace. "Because first, I'm going to taste you on my tongue. But I won't be able to hear your moans much at all. Not with Jeremiah's cock in your mouth."

A shiver runs through me just as he kisses me. His kiss lacks sweetness, and none of the softness of his words is felt in the way his tongue enters my mouth. I reach out to grab his sides, pulling him closer as our tongues intertwine. His hand is in my hair a moment later, pulling my head to the side so he can devour me. There's really no other word to describe the way his mouth takes and takes from mine. There's no question whether I belong to him or not. If he's in control. If this is just a preview of how he'll take me tonight.

I gasp into his mouth as I feel Jeremiah's cock rubbing against my ass. He pulls me back, and my mouth breaks from Ezekiel's. I open my eyes—I don't even remember closing them—to find Ezekiel's eyes raking up and down my body once more, his gaze hungry. Jeremiah moves out from behind me, and then my knees hit the bed. The moment I sit up, Ezekiel moves closer, dropping to his knees between my thighs. I look up at him, eyes wide, my chest heaving with excitement and nerves.

He pulls me forward until my ass is barely touching the bed and spreads my thighs. Then he leans forward, his eyes locked on mine, as he moves his mouth to where the aching pain has formed. But I don't get to see him take the first lick. Instead, I find myself moaning as I meet Jeremiah's gaze from his hand to my chin, turning me toward him. My eyes close on the second lick, hard on my clit, his stubble scraping my thighs, but I open them wide when I see Jeremiah guide his cock toward my lips.

“Open up for him,” Ezequiel tells me, his words vibrating against my pussy.

I start to look at him, but Jeremiah grabs my face tighter.

"If you stop sucking, he stops licking," Jeremiah warns me.

I open myself up to him, as Ezequiel's words told me to, and Jeremiah's gaze demands it. Jeremiah slides into my mouth. I moan, both from the feel of his cock filling my mouth and from the pleasure of Ezequiel sucking on my clit. He slides in and in until he reaches the back of my throat, moaning as my eyes widen at how deep he is.

"I won't force you to swallow me," he says as he withdraws. "Yet."

My eyes rise to his at his dark promise, and I find lust in his gaze. Then, I try to close them again with Ezekiel's tongue brushing against my clit. I moan, and Jeremiah bites his lower lip as he moans. Jeremiah pulls away, and I run my tongue over the tip. His hand moves from my chin to my cheek, caressing it.

—Keep sucking my cock like that.—

He slides back in, moaning against me, just like Ezekiel does against my pussy. Is he watching us from between my thighs? I want to check, but I don't want Jeremiah to pull out of my mouth and Ezekiel to pull away.

But just knowing his eyes might be on me, I start rocking back and forth on Jeremiah, cupping my buttocks to suck him harder, swirling my tongue all over him. Ezekiel's tongue slides through my wetness, and a shaky moan escapes me, muffled by Jeremiah's cock. Then his tongue is at my entrance, ramming into me as fast as my head bobs back and forth on Jeremiah's. He's watching.

I start moving my hips in circles, seeking more of Ezekiel's mouth, but my head is held still by Jeremiah's hand, which moves to my hair, gripping it tightly to control my movements. He holds it close to him, rocking his hips back and forth as he slides in and out of my mouth. I start to wonder if Jeremiah is watching Ezekiel too, because just as Ezekiel parts my thighs and begins to devour me like I'm his last meal, Jeremiah thrusts into my mouth and stays there, so deep that I bolt upright, alarmed by the urge to gag.

"Calm down," he orders me.

My hands go to his thighs, my nails digging into them as I try to obey. I'm having trouble even thinking straight with Ezekiel's tongue curling every time he enters me, let alone calming down. Then Jeremiah pushes a little deeper, just as I moan at the feel of Ezekiel's finger penetrating my clit. Jeremiah tugs at my hair, arching my neck so he can slide in until my throat trembles around him. My back arches just as hard before my hips move forward, meeting Ezekiel's tongue. My orgasm is right there, a lick, a stroke, away.

"Do you want to come?" Jeremiah asks.

I can't breathe around his cock. I can barely move because of the way Ezekiel's hands are parting my thighs. But I can nod, desperate for what he's doing to me.

—Then swallow me.—

I do and he hisses, “Again.”

Before I can swallow again, Ezekiel's mouth returns to my clit, sucking on it. I swallow, and Ezekiel bites down on my clit just as Jeremiah moans. Then I'm moaning around his cock, bucking my hips like crazy as my orgasm washes over me. Jeremiah moves my head, so my mouth slides over him as I gasp and moan. I know Jeremiah is close, too, by the way his grip on my hair tightens, his thighs tremble beneath my hands, his sounds grow deeper and longer. But then he slides out of my mouth just as Ezekiel's mouth leaves mine. I moan at both of our losses.

"Back off," Jeremiah demands as he slides a condom over his penis.

Even though I feel like I can barely move, I place my now-realistically shaking hands behind me and back into the bed. Ezekiel stands, his gaze downright wild as his hand returns to his cock. Then my eyes are on Jeremiah as he starts crawling up the bed. I keep moving, toward the headboard to make room for him, but he won't let me reach it. He tugs on my ankles, pulling me forward, forcing my legs to spread around him. Then he's hovering over me, leaning forward so I have no choice but to fall backward until I'm lying flat on the sheets. At first my eyes are on the ceiling as he kisses my neck, along my collarbone, up my cheek. But they close when his fingers run down my quivering stomach, lower and lower until they're almost right where I want him.

"Did my brother soak you for me?" he asks hoarsely.

I don't even need to think about it. Wetness coats my thighs, and I can feel my clit swollen from Ezekiel's sucking, throbbing in time with my pulse, begging for more.

—Yes—, I breathe.

I'll tell you something you need to know. My brother loves giving orders, telling you everything he wants you to do, how he wants you to move, what sounds he wants to hear pass through these beautiful lips. He brings one hand up so his fingers run over my lips, his eyes trailing over them. His other hand finally moves down, brushing against my thigh before he pulls away from me for a second. Then I feel his cock on my clit, and my hands fly to his shoulders as he rubs the tip against me. "But I like being ordered around. I want you to tell me what you want me to do, how I make you feel. How you want me to move. Your words take you where you need to be with me, Laury." Your words stop, so do I. Do you understand?

"You don't seem to want to be ordered around," I point out.

—Only while I'm fucking.— He gives me a sensual smile that makes my pussy tense. —And I haven't fucked you yet, even though my damn cock is begging me to enter you. But I need you to tell me how you want me to take you. Slow and soft or hard and fast.—

I take a deep breath as his words unexpectedly make something inside me, a part I didn't know existed, take hold. A part that wants to demand he do whatever I want. That wants to tell him to fuck me, kiss me, and bite me. A part that wants to be in control. A part that knows exactly what I want Jeremiah to do to me.

—Hard and fast—, I reply.

His mouth tilts to the side, his beard brushing against my cheek as he begins to whisper in my ear. I can see over his back now, where Ezekiel is sitting in a chair next to the bed that I'm sure wasn't there before. His muscular thighs are spread wide, his hand gripping his penis.

“Is Ezekiel watching?” Jeremiah asks.

I look up from where I was staring at his cock and find Ezequiel's eyes fixed on me. Watching, waiting.

\-Yeah.-

—Don't lose sight of him while I fuck you.—

Then he thrusts into me, and I gasp, my hands squeezing his shoulders as he stretches me out. As my pussy struggles to adjust to his size, Ezekiel's hand starts moving, slow strokes up and down, his thumb smearing the precum already at the tip. He makes me clench around Jeremiah, and he moans in my ear. Then he pulls out, thrusting into me again and again. I arch my hips up to meet his every thrust, watching Ezekiel's hand begin to move in time with his brother's fucking me. God, did I think I'd be uncomfortable with him watching? Because having his eyes on me, watching his hand move over himself, his need for me glistening at the tip, is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Jeremiah fucking me while Ezekiel watches, bringing me closer and closer to the release of tension my body is begging for, is the sexiest thing I've ever felt.

The sounds of our bodies and Jeremiah's meeting, my moans and his grunts mixing with Ezequiel's, fill the room. But it seems they're not enough for Jeremiah.

"I can't hear anything," she gasps. "So you must want me to stop."

—Please, no—, I beg.

Ezekiel's mouth curves into a mocking smile at my plea, but I don't even think about it because my mind is too busy trying to find what to say to keep Jeremiah inside me. What do I want? It's overwhelming being the one who has to tell him what to do. Wanting him to keep fucking me like he's doing, but knowing that saying that won't be enough for him. But I need more. I need...

Tell him, my body whispers.

"I want you to grab my ass and suck my neck while you fuck me. I want..." My confidence fades for a second.

“Tell me, fuck, Laury,” Jeremiah whispers.

Then, as if to encourage me, his mouth moves to my neck, sucking right where my pulse is beating frantically. My next words start out as a gasp.