CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 15
I shrug and smile at him. “Maybe I’m just a really good imposter.”

Ezequiel grabs my head, turning my face so I'm looking at him. "Or maybe you just want us to prove it to you."

Definitely what he said.

"Demonstrate it," I joked.

He licks his lips. “I’ll make you cum with your lips wrapped around Jeremiah’s cock. Then you’ll cum with both of our cocks inside you. I promise.”

I thought I knew lust. I'd felt it before, shit, every time I was in their presence. I thought I knew what it felt like when it coursed through me, when it filled me with tension, when it made me desperate with need. I thought I knew the heights lust can reach. Now I know how wrong I was, because the sight of both of them inside me, at last, makes me feel something I've never felt before. A wild, fierce, even deep need for them. It's astonishing the way it seems to consume me. Profuse the way it threatens to overwhelm me. Astonishing the way it promises to devastate me, and I want it with all my might.

"Exactly." Ezekiel smiles, as if something in my gaze betrays that my words are nothing more than that. Words, because I know they'll leave me satisfied and exhausted before the night is over.

Then they switch positions: Ezequiel goes behind me and Jeremiah in front. Jeremiah sits on the edge of the bed, his hard cock glistening with precum and my wetness from when it was at my entrance, so tantalizingly close to my lips. Ezequiel's chest is only at my back for an instant before I feel his hands descend on my back, the roughness of it sending shivers through me. He grabs my ass so hard that I gasp in pain. His hands move lower, spreading my thighs further, and then his touch disappears until I feel his shoulders sliding between them.

I start to look down, but Jeremiah's hand is on my chin, causing me to raise my gaze to meet his. However, they quickly drop to where his teeth dig into my bottom lip. Then, as I feel Ezekiel's breath brush against my pussy, Jeremiah starts to arch, bringing his cock closer to my mouth. My lips surround the tip just as Ezekiel gives me his first lick. I haven't even finished moaning around Jeremiah's cock when Ezekiel sucks on my clit. My body shudders with the sudden pleasure that courses through me.

Jeremiah moans as he slides his cock deeper into my mouth, his soft skin gliding over my tongue as a tongue strokes back and forth across my clit, torturing me, making me realize that my words have possessed Ezekiel to prove me wrong faster than ever. I gyrate my hips, grinding my pussy harder against Ezekiel’s mouth as Jeremiah pounds my throat. I feel my gasp vibrate around the tip of his cock when Ezekiel releases my clit to rest his tongue against me and lick me hard.

“Swallow it,” Ezequiel demands from below, his words echoing through my body.

I don't hesitate to obey, clenching my muscles around his cock to swallow. Jeremiah moans, arching up to penetrate me a little deeper, to choke me a little more. Ezekiel lets out a satisfied hum, and then his tongue slides past my lips.

My thighs tremble as he reaches my opening.

Jeremiah pulls away, giving me much-needed air, but then he thrusts his cock back in, his hand going to my hair to make my head bob on him. Ezequiel's tongue circles my entrance, teasing me when I'm running out of patience. A frustrated moan escapes me as I shift my hips to get him where I want him. His tongue slides inside me, but only lets the tip in before his hands grip my thighs to take control. I feel the bastard smirk against me.

Jeremiah hisses as I throw my head back so only the tip of his penis is in my mouth, circling it with my tongue. His penis jumps in my mouth, gripping my hair tighter for a moment before pushing forward until my mouth is full of him again. Just as Ezekiel finally gives me what I want, his tongue penetrating me, I swallow around Jeremiah again. My tongue moves back and forth over him as Ezekiel's tongue does the same inside me.

I already felt my orgasm approaching, but now it starts to skyrocket with Ezekiel's tongue penetrating me over and over, and Jeremiah's cock doing the same in my mouth. I can't do anything but let Jeremiah guide my mouth up and down on him and let Ezekiel's tongue fuck me with his grip on my thighs keeping me still and tight against his mouth. Then one of Ezekiel's hands leaves my thighs so he can bring his finger to my clit. He only gives me a few rubs, enough to make me moan around Jeremiah's cock before he moves on to sliding his finger through my wetness. Able to move a little now, I take advantage of it, arching my hips back and forth, riding his tongue as he collects my wetness. I realize what he's gathered it for when his hand passes underneath me, and I feel his fingers in my ass.

My hands fly to Jeremiah's thighs, gripping them tightly as Ezequiel slides his wet fingers inside me.

Jeremiah enters my mouth more slowly, giving me time to adjust to the stinging pain of my ass stretching around his fingers. Ezekiel, on the other hand, begins to penetrate me with his tongue faster, harder, moaning beneath me; his hand, which remains on my thigh, grips me so tightly it hurts. He feasts on me as the tension in me reaches an unbearable point; the pain of him beginning to slide his fingers in and out of me only increases the pleasure. I move my hips to the rhythm he sets, arching to meet his fingers each time.

Jeremiah imitates him too, speeding up his pace to thrust into my mouth as quickly as Ezequiel's fingers enter my ass and his tongue enters my opening.

My thighs clamp down hard against Ezequiel's head, my nails digging into Jeremiah's, tension coiling, whipping, cracking, demanding release inside me. I come when three things happen at once. Ezequiel thrusts his tongue into me, his fingers doing the same to my ass, just as Jeremiah thrusts so deep into my mouth that his cock cuts off my air, and I have no choice but to swallow him so I can gasp as the orgasm washes over me.

Ezequiel and Jeremiah moan, one vibrating against my pussy as the other cums, Jeremiah arching even further into my mouth. I swallow him again as Ezequiel's tongue and fingers penetrate me. I clench against both of them, feeling like my thighs can barely support me with how much they're shaking. Then Ezequiel's tongue abandons me, his fingers sliding out of me, making me hiss at the pain of Jeremiah's cock slipping out of my mouth.

“Lift her up,” Ezekiel tells Jeremiah.

I feel like a pleasure doll as Jeremiah lifts me up and sits me across his lap on the bed. Even his cock brushing against my clit makes me gasp, feeling too much. But I want so much more. I hear Ezekiel move behind me as Jeremiah moves to the head of the bed, his arm around my lower back to keep me close to him. A condom lands on the bed next to Jeremiah's thigh, and he gives me that sexy smile before reaching for it. Renewed desire courses through me as I watch him rip it open with his teeth. However, when he pulls the condom out, I pull it off, stepping back so I can slide the latex down his cock, enjoying the way it shudders at my touch.

Then I straddle him again, positioning him right in my space, because even though my energy hasn't fully returned yet and the remnants of my orgasm have barely faded, I need him inside me right now. As I begin to lower myself onto him, with a sigh as I feel myself filled, he sits up to join his lips with mine. He kisses me as slowly as I slide down onto him, his tongue peeking out to lick me, but not letting me meet it with mine when I try. Once he's fully inside me, I feel his lips curve against mine, and then, he gives me his tongue. I circle it with mine as I rock my hips back and forth, taking him deeper, causing him to hit a spot inside me that leaves me back on the edge of the cliff he and his brother threw me over. He sucks on my tongue, and a violent shudder runs through me. When he breaks the kiss, it's to make sure I can see his teasing smile. But I know I can make that smile go away.

I lift myself up and slide down on him, and his lips fall through gritted teeth, his quick inhale hissing through them. His hands go to my hips, fingers digging into my skin as I tilt them back to lift myself back up. He arches forward to sink his cock deeper into me each time I come down. His face is inches from mine, our lips brushing against each other's with our movements, but neither of us closes the distance, just staring into each other's eyes as I ride him slowly. My gasps and moans and his hisses and groans fill the room, but then... I hear another sound. Footsteps. Ezekiel's, bringing him closer to us. I remember his promise of what would happen tonight, and my eyes fly open. Jeremiah's hands tighten on me until I can't move anymore. I start to turn my head to look at Ezekiel, but Jeremiah's words stop me.

"Look at me." I do, and one of his hands caresses my cheek. "Do you still want us both inside you at the same time? It doesn't matter if..."

I interrupted him by putting my finger to his lips.

—Very bad, Jeremiah.—

He licks his lips.

“Well. I could have told you, Jer,” Ezekiel says. “It made my tongue wet just thinking about it.” Then his voice reaches my ear, his chest pressing against my back as he whispers, “Right, my little whore?”

I nod shakily and see Jeremiah smiling below me.

"Bend down," he tells me.

Jeremiah begins to lie back, pulling me with him so that my forehead rests against his. Even that makes me moan, as his cock moves inside me, touching nerves that give me pleasure, and I hope it's enough to overcome the pain I'm sure is coming.

—Hold on to me—, Jeremiah says.

I nod and wrap my arms around his neck. His hands rest on my lower back, holding me close. One of my hands starts stroking his hair, but I go completely still when Ezekiel's finger reaches my ass. This time it's not covered in my wetness, but in a warm gel. He circles it with my ring before sliding two fingers inside me again. I moan, arching my hips back, seeking more, causing Jeremiah to let out a shaky breath beneath me.

I start moving on him again, going up a little, going down again, he gives shallow thrusts into me. His hands slide to my ass, gripping my cheeks to spread them further as I roll my hips over him. Ezekiel's fingers sink deep inside me, making me moan again, but it turns into a gasp when I feel him open his fingers inside me. The spark of pain makes me clench both my ass and pussy. I get two moans in return. Then Ezekiel's fingers leave me. I feel the bed dip with Ezekiel's movements before his hand presses against my lower back, pushing down to make me arch higher. I feel everything, inside me and in this room, stop when the tip of his cock reaches my tight ring.

“Breathe,” Jeremiah instructs me gently.

I inhale, and as I exhale, Ezekiel begins to thrust into me. My eyes opened wide and I let out a deep moan. My hand, which had almost been in Jeremiah's hair, returned to his neck, my nails digging into his skin. It must hurt, but he barely hissed before asking me to breathe again. With each exhale, Ezekiel pushed deeper. I didn't feel his thighs against mine, so I know he wasn't done thrusting into me yet, and even then, I don't know how to hold off any longer. I already feel too full, too stretched out. Jeremiah stopped moving inside me, but even with him still there, I can't imagine how they'll be able to fuck me.

Then there's the pain. A searing, burning pain. It intensifies with every inch he enters me. It intensifies every time I clench around him. The pleasure Jeremiah's cock offers me is far greater than the pain.

Ezequiel, in a rare display of gentleness during sex, strokes his hand down my spine. A shiver runs through his rough fingers, making me arch even more. Then he enters me, sinking the rest of his cock into me. Something between a gasp and a moan escapes me as I try to push away from the pain, jerking forward, but Jeremiah's hands on my ass keep me there so his brother can sink into me. My shaky breathing is the only sound in the room. Ezequiel's thighs are against mine, his groin pressed against my ass. His body is leaning over mine now, his chest on my lower back as he kisses up and down my spine, but given what his last act of gentleness brought me, I'm wary of this one.

“Relax,” Jeremiah says.

A strangled howl leaves me.

—Breathe—, he tells me.

\-Can't.-

Or at least that's how I feel. I'm at my limit, both of them filling me, their bodies crushing me. My heart is beating a thousand times faster against Jeremiah, and Ezequiel's is beating a thousand times faster against my back. And even though I'm breathing heavily, I feel like I can't breathe, that I can't move. I can barely think.

—Then talk to me. Tell me what you need.—

"I need pleasure," I plead. "I need something to take away the pain."

—Do you want me to move?—

I nod, unsure if it will make it better or worse. His hands, which had moved to my hips when Ezekiel slid the last of himself into me, grip me tighter, holding me to him as he slowly pulls out of me. A gasp escapes me, and my muscles tense around him and Ezekiel.

“Shit,” Ezekiel curses as Jeremiah moans my name.