Chapter 86

"I want you to put my legs over your shoulders." I have to stop when he thrusts into me hard, penetrating me so gently that my eyes begin to close. It's Ezekiel's narrowing of his eyes, his shaking of his head, that tells me this isn't something I should dare do. So I open them and continue, "And fuck me until I explode around you. Insult me while you do it."

I barely get these last words out when he slides out of me. In an instant, he moves me until I'm sideways on the bed, and then he lifts my left leg up to his shoulder, just like I told him. He leans forward, his penis pressing against my entrance, and then pushes back in, that stabbing ache there again. He enters me slowly, his upper body forcing my leg closer and closer to my chest until my thigh muscles scream for relief. But the real relief I need comes from the tension pulsing between my thighs.

Jeremiah turns his face to the side and kisses my inner thigh before leaning in to kiss me. As his tongue wrestles with mine, his hands slide to where I wanted them, gripping my ass so hard it hurts—in the best way possible. He starts thrusting into me, quickly returning to the rhythm he’d set earlier. He sucks on my tongue and I moan, my pussy clenching around him until he hisses into my mouth. Then he tears his mouth away from mine, his lips moving to my neck, forcing me to turn my head until I’m looking back at Ezekiel.

I gasp at how close he is now, standing at the edge of the bed, not touching his cock, his gaze boring into mine. He's so close I can almost take it in my mouth, but he's smirking down at me, like he knows what I want but won't give it to me. Jeremiah grabs my ass to arch me, holding me against him so I can only meet his thrusts. Every time he rubs against my clit, I moan, my orgasm right there, just out of reach, teasing me, teasing me.

—Come on my cock like the dirty whore you are—, Jeremiah growls.

My pussy tightens around him at the sound of his name.

—More—, I whisper.

He moves his mouth away from my neck and brings it closer to my ear. “Be a good whore and let me feel you squeezing me again.”

I give it to him, gasping as he enters me and stays there, rubbing against my clit. I arch my back, tense like a tight rope inside me, needing just one more thing to break it.

—Muérdeme—, gimo.

He straightens and sinks his teeth into my thigh, making my eyes widen as I spasm around him.

"Don't stop," I demand. "Stay there."

—Tell me, Laury. Tell me more.

—Faster. Deeper.—

He speeds up even more, arching his hips to thrust deeper into me. His fingers bruise my ass as I run my nails down his back. I close my eyes, and my mouth falls open, but my throat won't let me out a single sound. Then something pushes inside, and my eyes widen at the sight of Ezekiel's cock pushing between my teeth, sliding over my tongue, muffling my surprised gasp. Jeremiah's tongue licks where I'm sure there are bite marks as he moans against my skin, spasming thrusts telling me he's coming.

Ezequiel moves in and out of my mouth as Jeremiah begins to slow down. My body still arches with the rush when he pulls out of me. But even so, he's not finished with me. He kisses down my body, between my breasts, over my quivering belly, to my thigh, which I'm sure is covered in my wetness, down my legs. Only when his lips leave me does Ezequiel withdraw his penis from my mouth. I feel so empty now, without either of them inside me, without their lips or their caresses.

I watch them, Jeremiah taking off the condom while Ezequiel puts one on. My body feels exhausted, and yet, just watching Ezequiel prepare to fuck me makes me needy again. Like I didn't just come down from one orgasm. I'm already desperate for another. From Jeremiah's words alone, I know fucking Ezequiel will be different. Who's in control will be different. How I'm treated will change. But even so, it takes me by surprise when Ezequiel puts his hands on my waist and flips me over, his body quickly and completely covering me, pressing me back into the bed. I've barely caught my breath when his cock is at my entrance.

I can hear my wetness as he slides inside, inch by inch, stretching me even further, making me cry out as he fills me. My hands fly to the sheets, clenching them as he enters me.

His knees push my thighs apart, causing pain to flare as they brush against where Jeremiah bit me, but my cry only turns into a moan when Ezekiel thrusts long, deep into me. His hand reaches down to keep my ass in the air, no choice but to meet each thrust. His other hand goes to my hair, gripping it and pulling my head back so my neck arches as well. And I find Jeremiah there, his face right in front of mine. He brings his mouth down to mine, lips soft, like a caress, his tongue teasing me. He moves back and forth with me as my body rocks with each thrust Ezekiel gives. My pussy is already clenching around him every time he enters me, and the tightness returns inside me, thrumming, building. Then Jeremiah's hands slide between me and the sheets, traveling down until they're cupping my breasts. A terrible shiver runs through my body when I feel them both, Ezequiel's hard fucking contrasts with Jeremiah's soft kiss and touch.

—Get on your knees like the whore you are—, Ezequiel demands.

I don't move fast enough because he pulls my hair hard, pulling my mouth away from Jeremiah's. I move quickly because Ezequiel has stopped behind me. I get on all fours, and his hands go to my hips, pulling my body towards him.

"I want you to cum especially when I'm done with you," he gasps. "And my fucking name coming out of your throat. Are you going to give them to me?"

"Yes," I gasp.

My eyes widen as Jeremiah slides beneath me, his head between me and the bed, rising to suckle my nipple. I let out a long, deep moan as I roll my hips against Ezekiel's, desperately trying to penetrate him deeper. He grinds me against him, moaning as he arches his hips forward. Jeremiah's tongue circles my nipple and I arch, needing more of his mouth, but Ezekiel takes advantage, pushing against my lower back to lift my ass even higher. Then his hands are on my ass, his fingers digging into my skin, widening it so he can enter me further.

My body rocks, propelled forward by Ezekiel's thrusts, pulling back as I slam my pussy down on his cock. And every thrust brings me closer to orgasm, every time his cock enters me, hitting the nerves that make me gasp and moan. Ezekiel's hand returns to my hair, pulling until my neck aches and I see Jeremiah's cock, erect again, in front of me. God, just the sight, the thought of both of them filling me at once, sends me over the edge, barely keeping my feet on the ground. But I want to fall, and keep falling. I'm right there. I just need...

All my thoughts stop when I feel two tongues at once. Ezekiel leans over me, licking my spine as he penetrates me with his cock deep inside. And Jeremiah's tongue licks my chest, over my collarbone all the way to my neck, sucking the skin into his mouth and making me scream with the orgasm that washes over me.

"Ezequiel!" I gasp.

“Again,” he demands sharply, hitting me.

"Ezequiel." I sigh this time, starting to feel dizzy from the speed at which he's fucking me.

I start to say his name again, but then Jeremiah's lips are on mine, his tongue crashing over mine as I kiss him as frantically as his brother fucks me. Then Ezekiel grips my hair tighter just as his hand on my ass becomes painful. He moans, long and deep, and comes, his thrusts frantic and brutal.

He pulls out of me so suddenly that I feel completely empty. I gasp, and Jeremiah's mouth breaks from mine. I see his smile as I collapse onto the bed. My chest heaves with my quick, shallow breaths as I try to process what just happened. Ezekiel ate me out. I sucked Jeremiah's cock. Jeremiah fucked me like I told him to. Ezekiel fucked me like he wanted.

It's not until my breathing calms and I feel like I have enough energy to turn around that I realize I'm alone. They're both gone, and the door is closed. Why does it bother me so much? That they didn't stay? That it bothers me at all?

"It doesn't matter," I mutter to myself as I exert too much energy just to reach out and turn off the light.

This was it. The night I'd wanted with them for so long. It was better than I ever imagined. But this is it. I can already feel myself wanting more, trying to convince myself I can do it again and not feel a thing. But I'm just lying to myself, because as I lie here, right now, I want them beside me. I want them to tell me this was more than sex. I want... more. So I know this can't happen again under any circumstances. It would put me at risk of feeling anything more than desire, and I refuse to do that. For any man. Even two who make me want to feel more. But it's because I want to feel more that I know I can't. I won't.

I crawl under the sheets that smell just like Jeremiah and close my eyes, already trying to figure out how the hell I'm going to quietly escape from this room when morning comes.

I wake up to two voices that have filled my dreams many times, but I immediately knew this time it wasn't a dream. The ache between my thighs told me it was real. Jeremiah's scent on the sheets, mingling with mine and Ezekiel's, lets me know it all really happened. It's precisely why I'm still lying here with my eyes closed, memories of what we did last night flitting through my mind. I should get up, go outside, and join them, eat what I smell from here, but I feel like I can't move. Not when I'm too focused on the war raging inside my head.

Part of me wants to throw back these sheets, invite them into this room, and ask them to do anything they want to me again. I want to ignore the ache between my thighs and beg them to make it worse. I want them on me, under me, inside me. I want their tongues, their hands, their cocks. I want their dirty words and their brutal caresses. I want... them.

It's that last part that scares me enough not to give in to my desires. It's because I want them so badly that I'm terrified of leaving this room and joining them. I wondered if I'd regret last night, but I don't. And it scares me more than I want to admit. That I want more just proves that I shouldn't have given in to my urges, because now that I've had them, I know I'll come back for more. That I'll, somehow, end them again. And I can't allow myself to.

I can't afford to let this gnawing feeling grow any more than it foolishly already has. Because if I'm being honest with myself—and I really hate to be right now—I feel more than just desire for them. There's... a longing. A dangerous longing. It used to be easier to pretend it didn't exist when I hadn't spent a night with them. Easier to pretend their mere presence bothered me when I didn't want it that badly. Easier to ignore the intense feelings that wash over me every time I look at them before their eyes have even landed on my naked body.

"How long do you think Laury will pretend to be asleep?" Ezequiel asks aloud.

“Bastard,” I say angrily, squinting at a closed door.

"I guarantee you he just called me a bastard or an idiot." He chuckles.

"A bastard!" I shout, sitting up angrily.

"Such pretty lips shouldn't say such dirty words," Jeremiah jokes.

I muster all my false confidence and throw off the sheets, head to the door, and fling it open. Jeremiah's eyes widen comically, and Ezekiel raises that damn eyebrow at my naked body. That confidence doesn't seem so fake anymore with the desire growing in their eyes with every second.

"I don't remember either of us having a problem with my lips doing dirty things last night." I smile.

Jeremiah gently rises from his chair. "I've already had breakfast, but I assure you I'm starving."

I roll my eyes. “Is that the best you can come up with?”

He smiles as he reaches me. “So, did it work?”

Judging by the wet feeling between my thighs, yes, but luckily Ezekiel's phone rings, saving me from having to answer that question.

“It’s Jackson,” Ezekiel says, swiping his finger across the screen. “Hello? Yeah, she’s here.” He looks me up and down again. “She lost her room key last night, her phone was dead, and they wouldn’t give her a new one because the rooms are in Law’s name.” He smirks and adds, “You can tell Kamila we took good care of her friend.”

My eyes widen, and Jeremiah throws his head back, laughing. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so embarrassed.”

I glare at him, but look back at Ezekiel when he speaks again. "You can leave it here. And then I'll meet you downstairs when we're ready. Bye... It seems Kamila had your card. She noticed this morning and has been trying to call you."

"Well, thank goodness you told them how I was with you all night." I give her a fake smile.