CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 16
Then Jeremiah enters me again, and a harsh sigh escapes my lips. The pain doesn't go away, but pleasure mingles with it, enough to make me aware that there's pleasure with both of them inside me. Enough to make me wish Jeremiah would start fucking me again.

"Don't stop," I breathe.

—Fast or slow?—

For once, I choose the latter, and as always, he gives me what I want. He pulls out of me again, enters me again, setting a slow rhythm. Every time he enters me, my pussy and ass tense. Every time he lets go, I can feel how much Ezekiel is filling me, waiting for me to give him permission to move too.

My ass still hurts, but I need more. I need Ezekiel's roughness. I need his sounds. I need his hands gripping me, his fingers digging into my skin. I need his dirty words encouraging me to orgasm. I know the pain won't turn into anything more if he doesn't move. And I need it to turn into something more. I need him in my ass to feel as good as Jeremiah feels in my pussy.

—Ezequiel, please —I beg.

My words are hoarse, but I know he's listening by the wicked way his tongue licks a circle down the middle of my spine. A shiver runs through me, making Ezequiel arch even further against me.

"First I'll fuck you like a good girl," he says huskily. "Then, when you ask for more, I'll fuck you like the slut you are."

As if his words weren't enough to finally, finally, make me focus on cumming instead of the pain, his lips running down my back as he pulled out of me would have done it. Or his hands going to my thighs, spreading them wider. Or the way he moans when I clench around him again with Jeremiah thrusting into me. Jeremiah's gentle thrusts have clearly ended now that I've told Ezekiel to start moving. Jeremiah's hand moves to my lower back, gripping me there to keep me pressed against him as he starts fucking me faster, harder, arching his hips back and forth to thrust deep into me.

Then Ezequiel slides out of me at the same time as Jeremiah. A stifled moan escapes me as my body feels too empty, but just as quickly I moan again as they both fill me. The ache is still there, sizzling inside me, competing with the nerves igniting with pleasure. It's enough to make my back arch, seeking more. They fall at the same pace, entering me at the same time, leaving me in unison. And soon, the pain only increases the pleasure. Soon, my nails finally release Jeremiah's neck to slide into his hair as I lift my head and bring my lips to his.

My moans and gasps are swallowed by our kiss, his groans vibrating on my tongue as I slide it past his lips. He circles my tongue with his hungrily, beginning to thrust into me faster. Ezekiel does the same, pausing only long enough for me to feel him pour more gel onto my stretched ring around him before he pushes himself inside me. The fullness, which felt like too much before, pushes me—drives me, really—toward an orgasm now. Not just Jeremiah's cock in my pussy hitting such a sweet spot that it makes the tension build in me, coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust, but Ezekiel's cock in my ass, hitting a spot deep inside me that sends me twirling, spiraling toward bliss.

I tear my mouth away from Jeremiah's to breathe, to gasp as they both enter me so hard, so well, that my thighs are now trembling, my body desperate to be overcome by pleasure.

"I'm tired of being a good girl now," I gasp.

Not even a second passes before Ezequiel's hand grabs my hair, pulling my head back.

"That doesn't sound like a plea to me," he growls as he arches his hips forward, teasing me, torturing me. "Does that sound like a plea to you, Jeremiah?"

—Nowhere near.—

I moan as Jeremiah does the same as his brother, thrusting a little deeper inside me, making me fully aware of what I need to beg for.

“Please,” I whimper. “Fuck me like a whore. Fill me. Consume me. Use me. Whatever it takes to make me cum.”

—Much better—, says Ezequiel.

Then, there are no more words. Or maybe there are, but I can't even say I notice over my own sounds when they both start fucking me just like I asked. They both thrust into me so hard my entrance and ass ache. They pound into me at the same time, closing my eyes at the orgasm rushing at me. Stars dance behind my closed eyelids as I can do nothing but lie still between them, taking their cocks with Jeremiah's hands on my back holding me down and Ezekiel's hand in my hair, causing me to arch for them.

I'm so close, the tension is unbearable, the pleasure building to a level that seems unattainable, but I know they'll take me there. And if I had any doubts, they're dispelled when they suddenly change pace. Jeremiah slams into me as Ezekiel pulls out. Ezekiel drives into me as Jeremiah lets go. It's a constant barrage of pleasure, with no release, not that I want it. It's Jeremiah hurling me into pleasure and then Ezekiel hurling me into bliss. Over and over until a broken, sharp sound leaves me as I cum. I spasm around both of them and they pound into me harder. My body jerks with each thrust of them inside me, twitches with each rub of my clit against Jeremiah.

“Oh my God,” Jeremiah growls harshly in my ear.

His grip turns brutal as his thrusts speed up even more. He and Ezekiel don't even seem to have a similar rhythm now, both of them pounding into me, thrusting wildly as they rush toward the finish. Jeremiah comes first, thrusting into me and staying there, inside me until he comes, my name spilling from his lips between whispers and sighs. Yet Ezekiel keeps pounding into me, making my clit rub against Jeremiah's every time he enters me.

I feel an endless orgasm, cumming like crazy with these two men inside me. Jeremiah's hands release, and I take advantage of the new freedom of movement to pound into Ezekiel. A deep groan leaves him, and he thrusts into me again and again, the sound of our bodies meeting filling the room. Then he enters me and stays deep inside me as he cums. I feel his cock twitch inside me. I breathe raggedly as he lets go of my hair. As soon as my head tilts forward, too weak to hold it up, and I open my eyes, Jeremiah's light brown eyes stare into mine. I give him a lazy smile, and he chuckles.

"I'd say he liked that," he says to Ezequiel.

—Of course we do. We know how to take care of our little girl.—

Our little girl. I wonder if he knows the effect those two words have on me.

"Are you really going to let us take care of you right now?" Jeremiah asks.

"I can't move to do anything else," I admit.

—I like to think you'll be too tired to do anything else after we fuck you.— Jeremiah smiles.

—Yeah, I bet.— I roll my eyes.

—Ah, but enough for that?

"Oh, I'll always have energy for that." I smile, but then I open my mouth and gasp as Ezekiel starts to pull out of me.

He does it slowly, but that doesn't ease the pain, nor the pain of my tight ring when he finally lets go. Then, Jeremiah lifts me up, turning me so he can gently lay me down on the bed. He gives me a quick kiss before getting up. They both remove their condoms, and then Ezekiel goes to the bathroom, letting the water run for a while before returning with a rag.

"Tell me if it's too hot," he says as he places it on my sore bottom.

\-That's fine thanks.-

And then, like so many other times, like always, with them, I ask myself: What now? Are they leaving? Do I dare ask them to stay? Jeremiah walks up to my bedroom door and closes it when I didn't even realize it was still open. Somehow, even though my house is empty, I feel like what we just did requires a closed door. Turning to face me, Ezekiel walks over to the bed. I don't know if either of them notices my raised eyebrows, but if they do, they don't say anything as they climb into bed. Ezekiel on my left, Jeremiah on my right, covering us all with the sheet.

Without a word, Ezequiel turns me onto my side, so my back is pressed against his chest. Jeremiah turns to face me, wrapping his arm around my waist. Ezequiel's thigh places itself between mine, his feet tangling with mine as Jeremiah moves my head until it rests in the crook of his neck. I'm confused by so many things. What's so different from the last time they're staying now? Did they talk about this before? Why do I let them place me wherever they want? Am I really going to spend a night between them, nestled in their embrace?

But the biggest question on my mind, the one that scares me and relaxes me at the same time, is why does this feel so good?