Chapter 106 BOTH SIDES OF TEMPTATION PART 11

Chapter 106 BOTH SIDES OF TEMPTATION PART 11
Heat flushed my face, my chest, my whole body. The more they reacted, the more desperate I became. My thighs rubbed together, sticky and aching, but I ignored my own need. All I could think about was giving them more. I moaned around the one in my mouth, letting the vibrations run through him, and his hips bucked forward, making me gag slightly. Tears stung my eyes, but even that only made me more determined.
His hand tangled into my hair, gripping tight enough to hold me still, though not painfully. The weight of his control made my heart race faster, and when he guided me a little deeper, I obeyed, relaxing my throat as best I could. He hissed sharply, his chest rising and falling harder, and I could feel the tremble in his thighs as if he was fighting not to lose control.
The other one was no better. His breaths were ragged, his head thrown back as I stroked him faster and faster, my hand slick with his pre-cum. His markings glowed brighter, lines of gold stretching over his chest and arms like molten fire under his skin. He looked wild, dangerous, undone.
I switched, letting the one in my mouth slip free with a wet sound, my spit shining on him. His chest rose and fell sharply as he looked down at me, his golden eyes darker now, glowing with something primal. Without breaking eye contact, I leaned over and wrapped my lips around the other, sucking him deep into my mouth while my hand began stroking the one I had just released.
Both of them groaned at the change, their voices so raw it made my whole body tremble. I felt powerful and helpless at the same time—powerful because I could make them sound like that, helpless because the ache inside me had grown so strong it almost hurt. My core throbbed, wetness running down my thighs, and every moan that slipped from my mouth was half for them and half for the way I burned inside.
I sucked harder, faster, my lips sliding wetly up and down, my tongue swirling around the head before taking him deep again. At the same time, I pumped the other, twisting and stroking, my thumb brushing over the sensitive tip until he cursed under his breath. His hips jerked against my hand, his control slipping, and that only pushed me to do more.
I moaned louder, the sounds filling the air, mixing with theirs. My spit dripped down my chin, my hand slick, the air heavy with the scent of sex. The more they trembled, the wetter I got, until I couldn’t stop squirming where I knelt. My body begged for their touch, but I held back, drowning myself in the taste, the heat, the raw pleasure of knowing I had both of them undone.
I kept sucking until I felt his whole body tense. His thighs pressed tight against my shoulders, his stomach muscles flexing hard under my hands. His head dropped back, a loud groan breaking from his throat. And then it happened—he spilled into my mouth, hot and thick, flooding over my tongue so suddenly I almost gasped around him.
The taste was strong, salty and heavy, spreading over my tongue as he kept jerking against me. My throat worked quickly, trying to keep up, my lips stretched wide around his hardness as he pulsed again and again.
At the very same time, the other one shuddered under my hand. His hips bucked into my fist, and before I knew it, he came too, spilling all over my hand in hot spurts. It coated my skin, thick and messy, dripping between my fingers and down my wrist. I squeezed and stroked him through it, milking every last drop, watching the way his jaw clenched and his golden eyes half-closed in bliss.
Both of them moaned in unison, deep sounds that made my own body clench and throb. My thighs pressed together, desperate for relief, but I didn’t stop. I wanted to please them. I wanted to be the reason they lost control like this.
When the one in my mouth finally softened, I pulled back slowly, letting him slip from my lips with a loud, wet pop. My chin was slick with spit and his release, dripping down to my neck. I swallowed what I could, but there was still so much in my mouth that I had to hold it there.
Slowly, shakily, I tilted my head up to them. They were both looking down at me, their chests heaving, their golden eyes burning hotter than fire itself. They looked like gods—dangerous and beautiful, their skin glowing faintly with the golden marks that seemed to shimmer after their climax.
My whole body trembled as I opened my mouth wide, letting them see the thick mess on my tongue. It glistened in the faint light, mixed with my spit, coating my mouth in a way that felt filthy and thrilling at the same time.
Neither of them moved. They just stared. Their hunger was still there, strong and sharp, and it made me shiver all over again.
And then, slowly, I closed my mouth and swallowed—making sure they saw the way my throat worked as I took it all down. I licked my lips after, dragging my tongue across them to catch every drop that had slipped out, never once breaking eye contact with them.
A deep silence filled the forest around us. The stream trickled quietly, but it was nothing compared to the sound of their breathing—ragged, heavy, uneven. My own breaths came fast, my chest rising and falling, my nipples still hard, my thighs sticky and aching with need.
But I didn’t move. I just knelt there before them, flushed, messy, and trembling, waiting for whatever they would do next.
Their golden eyes glowed faintly in the dark, and for a moment I swore they looked even hungrier now than before.