Chapter 90

"And you? How did you get started in event planning?" Ezequiel asks.

I smile. “I’ve been planning events since third grade, and I found out the mother of a girl in my class had forgotten her birthday. She had a birthday party ready for us by the time we got back from lunch. I’ve been hooked ever since. I love seeing how everything comes together and watching people celebrate. I love choosing the colors, the venues, the invitations, everything. Although, I’ll admit, this hospital benefit has had me on the verge of panicking for weeks.”

"You'll do great," Jeremiah says. "Look how quickly and well you organized the wedding. I wish we'd had you for our housewarming celebrations."

I sit up, filled with excitement. "Don't tell me that. I'll have an event planned before dawn."

—If we open a fourth, you're our girl—.

Our girl. A violent shiver runs through me at the sound of her words. And from the way Ezequiel's eyes darken and Jeremiah licks his lips, they both notice.

“I think we should give Laury a tour now,” Ezekiel tells Jeremiah, but there’s a huskiness in his voice that wasn’t there before. It hits me again.

I'd been able to ignore the wetness between my thighs while we talked, but now it's on my mind. My nipples are hard, my panties are soaked, my heart is beating fast. Dinner is ready, and now it's time to start the real reason I came.

"Where does the tour end?" I ask breathlessly.

"In the bedroom," Ezequiel replies. "Where there's a bed I hope you'll climb on and spread your thighs for me."

—I won't be naked.—

Jeremiah smirks. “You will be when you arrive.”

Then they're both standing, and I look at them on either side of me, squeezing me together. Jeremiah pulls out my chair, and Ezekiel reaches out his hand, helping me up. My legs are shaking as I stand, lust coursing through me as Jeremiah's hand goes to the small of my back, and they both start propelling me forward. We're heading for the stairs, and that's where my trail of clothing begins. Jeremiah pulls my skirt off, lowering it with each step until it pools at my feet, leaving it behind when I reach the landing. Ezekiel walks back so he can pull my shirt over my head. Jeremiah's hands are unclasping my bra as Ezekiel stops me from dropping to his knees and pulling down my panties.

Jeremiah's lips make me sigh, kissing my shoulders, from left to right, while Ezekiel's fingers slowly climb my thighs. Then he stands up again, sliding his hands down my stomach, over my breasts, so gently it takes my breath away. He takes my hand again, leading me through doors I should be looking at on this tour, but I find I couldn't care less about any room other than the one I'm about to be fucked in.

Ezekiel opens the door to a dark room, and as I step inside, a dim light turns on. I can barely see the large bed in the center of the room when I hear the door close behind me and hands slam against me. Ezekiel's mouth closes on mine, hungry, wild, demanding. I don't hesitate to open myself for him, our tongues circling each other as he pushes me back. When my knees touch the headboard, I sit up, and our mouths separate. My gaze moves down to where his cock strains against his pants in front of me.

"Take out my cock," he says sharply.

I waste no time in moving my hands to the waistband of his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers to free his penis. Opening my mouth, I start to lean forward, but fingers gripping my hair and yanking my head back stop me.

“I didn’t tell you you could suck me off yet,” Ezekiel teases. “But I did tell you I wanted your thighs spread on this bed.” I start to lean back, but he shakes his head. “Not like that.”

I think for a moment, until I realize he doesn't mean my back. Excitement courses through me, and I shift until I'm on my hands and knees, Jeremiah's hands on my thighs, spreading them so wide that my back has no choice but to arch and my ass is in the air. I jump when Jeremiah's lips reach my ass, soft, gentle, lingering. Ezekiel undresses in front of me, those tattoos and muscles on full display. Jeremiah's kisses move lower and lower, his stubble scratching my skin. Then his lips are on my inner thigh, the bed dipping as he positions himself between them. His hands part my ass cheeks as Ezekiel wraps his hand around his cock and walks toward me.

He brings the tip to my mouth, pressing it against my upper lip and then my lower lip before commanding, “Open.”

I do, but before his cock can even slide past my lips, a gasp leaves me on Jeremiah's first lick of my pussy. He moves his tongue back and forth between my lips as Ezekiel pushes his cock into my mouth, sliding along my tongue as my cheeks hollow around it. I moan around him as Jeremiah moves back, teasing my entrance, his tongue drawing circles around it. Ezekiel's hips move his cock in and out of my mouth, his moans louder than my stifled whimpers and gasps. Then he thrusts inside, hitting the back of my throat, making me gag on him. That sound must have been what Jeremiah was waiting for, because when I do, he thrusts his tongue inside me.

My fingers grip the sheets as I try to moan, but the sound fades to nothing around Ezekiel's cock so deep in my mouth. I can't breathe, tears flooding my eyes, and yet all I want is more. So, I swallow around Ezekiel, reveling in the hiss that comes from him. His hand goes to my hair as he slides out of my mouth until only the tip remains. The only warning I get is his grip tightening before he slams back into my mouth. Then, he's fucking my mouth, his cock passing my lips again and again, to drown me, fill my mouth, stretch my lips. I move my tongue over him with the same speed and urgency that Jeremiah's tongue moves inside me.

His tongue moves in and out of me, hooking, moving back and forth. He uses his grip on my ass to move my hips back and forth, as if they weren't already in circles, trying to get his tongue to penetrate me deeper. Then his tongue slides out, licks my lips, up to my clit just as Ezekiel slams his cock back into the back of my throat.

“Swallow me, my little bitch,” Ezequiel growls.

More than calling me a whore, him calling me mine is what makes me shudder. I swallow, and just in time, because when Jeremiah sucks my clit, I scream around Ezekiel's cock.

“Fuck yeah,” Ezekiel whispers as Jeremiah moans against me.

I close my eyes, my hips bucking to get more of the pleasure Jeremiah's mouth is giving me, my mouth clenching around Ezekiel. I'm so damn close, tension coiling in me in a way that makes me feel ready to break at any moment. Jeremiah's hands on my ass and Ezekiel's hand in my hair. Jeremiah's tongue flicking at my clit and my tongue circling the tip of Ezekiel's cock. Jeremiah's grunts against my pussy and my moans around Ezekiel. They're all gathering in me, promising me happiness if I let them collide. And when Jeremiah releases my clit to give it a hard lick, they do.

Ezequiel pulls his cock from my mouth, and a scream tears from my mouth, my hips bucking, desperate for more. And Jeremiah gives it to me, devouring me with his mouth, licking as his lips caress me. Then he returns to my entrance, sliding his tongue into my wetness, hooking me so suddenly that a stifled moan escapes me. Without Ezequiel's cock in my mouth, and without his hand having left my hair, my head falls forward, too heavy.

Even as my orgasm fades, I moan as Jeremiah's mouth leaves me. But then, hands place me on my hips, shifting me to the side as the bed shifts and dips. I lazily open my eyes and see Ezekiel regaining consciousness, lying in the center of the bed, putting on a condom.

—Come ride this cock like you're a whore who can't get enough of sliding up and down on me—.

My laziness disappeared in an instant. I climb on top of Ezekiel, my thighs on either side of his as I search for his cock between us. I lift myself up, place it at my soaked entrance, and begin to slide down. My hands go to his chest as the stabbing pain of stretching around him makes me hiss. But the sound can barely be heard over the deep groan coming from Ezekiel. I keep going down until he's all inside me. By the time I'm fully seated on him, I know another orgasm is coming soon because my swollen, overly sensitive clit rubs against him, sending sparks of pleasure lick up and down my spine.

My nails dig into his chest as he shifts slightly, rubbing against me. His hands cup my breasts, and I arch into his rough touch, his fingers squeezing them, calluses dragging across my nipples. He lowers them to my hips, his fingers gripping—no, urging—me to do just what he told me to do. Ride him.

I lift myself up, my muscles tensing around his cock, desperate not to lose it inside me. My mouth opens with a sigh as I slide down, his cock seeming to hit every nerve the deeper he goes. I ride him, slamming down, taking him inside me again and again, my moans flowing from my mouth, louder and louder as the tension and pleasure build in me. He arches to meet me each time, cock digging into me, teeth biting down on his lower lip, eyes staring down at me. Intense, full of lust. When I slide down on him, his grip on my hips keeps me there so all I can do is arch back and forth, rubbing my clit against him. My eyes begin to close at the bliss filling me.

—No. You. Fucking. Dare. —Ezequiel says through gritted teeth. —You watch me while I have my cock inside you. When your pussy spasms around me. When she's about to be covered in your cum.

I can only manage a strangled moan. I can't speak, not when the tension grips me so tightly that my hips jerk rhythmically in search of the rush his cock promises. Ezekiel releases my hips, and an instant later, one hand is in my hair, pushing my head toward him, and the other grips my jaw, pulling my mouth down to his. I moan into our kiss as my clit rubs against him harder and his tongue slides into my mouth. He arches beneath me, and I gasp, my hands moving from his chest to his neck, holding them as my body braces.

Then, I feel Jeremiah behind me, his finger in my ass, wet and thrusting. I don't even think half his finger is inside me before I cum, my ass clenching around Jeremiah's finger just as my pussy spasms around Ezekiel's cock. Ezekiel sucks on my tongue and then his hands are back on my hips, brutally bobbing me up and down on him. His mouth leaves mine and my moans and gasps are finally free to fill the room. I breathe Ezekiel's name and beg him for more. I cry out for Jeremiah to push his finger into my ass harder. They both obey, Ezekiel pounding into me, Jeremiah adding another finger, both making my orgasm last longer.

Ezekiel moans beneath me, his hands digging into my skin so hard they're sure to leave marks, but it only turns me on even more. I clench my muscles around Ezekiel, eliciting a growl from his mouth; his eyes take on a dangerous tinge, as if telling me he doesn't know what game I'm playing.

It seems like the moment Ezequiel's fingers relax on me as he finishes cumming, his body slumped back on the bed, Jeremiah pulls me back. Ezequiel pulls out of me, and my head spins with the speed at which my body rises until I'm chest to chest with Jeremiah, one of his arms under my ass and the other on my back, holding me tight. My legs and arms wrap around him, my trembling thighs clench against his sides as I feel the tip of his cock press against my entrance. He pushes in, arching my back as he slides in. A shuddering moan leaves me, my body still recovering from the orgasm, my pussy still spasming from the aftereffect, causing my muscles to clench around his cock again and again.

“God,” he sighs as he bottoms out inside me, then licks my ear and whispers, “You know what you have to do.”

Talk. Tell him what to do.

“Fuck me like I’ve been on fire all week,” I say breathlessly. “And make sure Ezekiel sees me cum on your cock.”

—Shit, Laury.—

I could swear I feel a shiver run through him. Then, the only sensation I'm worried about is his hands going to my ass, fingers gripping me as he lifts me off of him. He pushes his cock back inside me and a deep groan leaves me. Just like I asked, he fucks me like he's needed my pussy more than his next breath all these days he's had to go without him since our night together at the resort. He moves my body up and down, slamming me onto his cock again and again. All I can do is hold on to him, my pussy squeezing him as tight as my thighs and arms wrap around him. My mouth is on his neck, teeth grazing the skin there once I realize how it made him pound me harder when I did it the first time.

“Right there,” I gasp as he thrusts into me and stays there, rubbing against my clit, his cock hitting a spot inside me that leaves me on the verge of coming again. His hands move my hips, and his name leaves me with a husky plea.

"Tell me," he growls.

“Lick me. Bite me,” I gasp. “Anything to wake me up.”

Jeremiah comes over and leans down, dropping me onto the bed. He doesn't let us stay there, though. Instead, he moves us both until my head hangs off the bed and I have to use force. I don't feel the need to lift it, but he has other plans. He lets go of my ass to push one hand under my chin until my head is forced back, and I see Ezequiel right there. His cock is hard again; his hand is around it, pumping it. Jeremiah's weight pushes me back against the bed as his mouth moves closer to my ear.

"Look what you did to my brother," she whispers. "Now you'll have to do something about it."

Ezequiel starts walking forward, and Jeremiah straightens, spreading my thighs with his hands to the point of pain. I moan as he slides slowly inside me, arching my back to receive him. As his hands slide to my ass, arching my hips forward as he quickens his pace, my vision is blocked by Ezequiel's proximity, his penis right in front of my face.

—Stick out your tongue—, he demands.

I do, and he rubs the tip of his cock against it. My head moves with Jeremiah's thrusts, making my tongue flick over Ezekiel's cock. Just the feeling of Jeremiah fucking me, Ezekiel rubbing his cock against my tongue, in circles, side to side, it's all sending me over the edge. As far as both of my hands moving, one going above my head to grab Ezekiel's thigh, pulling him closer, the other to Jeremiah's ass, pulling him down onto me harder. They both make sounds that make me shiver, Ezekiel's moans and Jeremiah's grunts. I look into Ezekiel's eyes, but his gaze is where his brother slides inside me, desire in his hooded eyes. Jeremiah slams into me, and I moan as much as I can with Ezekiel's cock sliding over the tip of my tongue. His body brushes against my clit as he leans in, and my thighs shake again, the tension instantly unbearable. The next moment, Jeremiah sucks on my nipple, and just as I arch, a cry about to erupt from the bliss that fills me, Ezekiel thrusts his cock into my mouth.