CHAPTER 20

CHAPTER 20
I shook Ezekiel as his brother slid his tongue in and out of me. Their moans filled the room, mingling with my own whimpers and gasps. I felt a hand I knew was Ezekiel's slide down my side, lower and lower, until I was throbbing for release. I arched, desperate for it, but he bit down on my neck.

“You’ll have it when I give it to you,” he states. “Writhe on Jeremiah’s tongue. I want to watch you fuck yourself with his tongue. And then…” He licks my neck. “Then I’ll bring my finger to your clit.”

I don't hesitate to do as he tells me, arching and bucking, rotating my hips to meet Jeremiah's tongue each time it slides inside me. I move my hand in time with Jeremiah's tongue penetrating me. I cross my ankles behind Jeremiah's head, holding him close. His hands wrap around my thighs, pressing them even further against his face as he devours me. Ezekiel's fingers travel the few inches to my clit. They stop there, and a needy moan escapes me. He lets out a dark chuckle and finally gives me what I want.

It only takes a few circles on my clit for me to collapse between Jeremiah and Ezekiel. Stars dance behind my closed eyes. My body moves without rhythm, doing everything it can to prolong the bliss coursing through me. Jeremiah moans against my pussy; the sound vibrates to the depths of me, while Ezekiel's grunts and deep sighs reach my ears as my hand quickly strokes him.

Then... they were both gone. Jeremiah's tongue and mouth abandoned me as Ezequiel moved behind me so quickly that my hand had no choice but to slip from his as my back fell onto the bed. I was on my side, my thigh hooked over a shoulder.

"Game over?" I gasp.

"No," Ezekiel replies. "Because I still want to hear you say our names, and because Jeremiah needs your words, for you to tell him what you want. So whose shoulder are you resting on your thigh?"

“Jeremiah’s,” I reply, but his name ends up turning into a gasp when I feel a cock reach my opening.

"And who slides into your soaking wet pussy?" Ezequiel asks.

"Jeremiah," I sighed. The feeling of him stretching me made it difficult to form any words.

—Now open those pretty lips and stick out your tongue so I can put my cock in it. And yes, I still want you to say that the cock you feel smearing cum on your tongue is mine.

My lips part before I finish speaking, and a second later, his cock is there, sticky precum on the tip. I flick it with my tongue as Jeremiah slides inside me. He starts to breathe raggedly, but Ezekiel's cock enters my mouth, cutting him off. I clench my lips around him the same way my pussy clenches around Jeremiah's cock. One hisses while the other grunts.

Ezequiel takes his cock out of my mouth. “I can’t hear you, Laury.”

"The cock is yours, Ezequiel," I moan as Jeremiah pulls out and enters me again.

He flexes his hips forward, entering even deeper inside me.

“Talk to me, Laury,” Jeremiah growls.

—Fuck me so hard my pussy will hurt for days, Jeremiah.—

Jeremiah pulls away instantly, slamming into me so hard my body tries to rise, but Ezequiel's hand is in my hair, holding me in place so all I can do is meet Jeremiah's thrusts and his cock entering my mouth.

"That's right," Ezequiel gasps, "Get my cock really wet so I can slide it inside your ass."

A moan leaves me as I long for the vision Ezekiel has placed in my mind, and I shudder. I hear a laugh that I know is Ezekiel's.

“Do you see the sounds he makes for us, Jeremiah?” he asks.

"I can hear them," Jeremiah says hoarsely. "But I want more. I haven't heard our names enough."

—I should make him pay for that, shouldn't I? Make him choke on my cock?—

—You'll make her throat shudder around your cock, and I'll make her clench around mine.

God, how I want him. I reach out with both hands blindly, one landing on Ezekiel's stomach, the other on Jeremiah's thigh. I move them until one is on Ezekiel's ass, the other on Jeremiah's, both pushing deeper inside me. Jeremiah's cock is thrust so deep inside me that my thighs begin to shake with tension coiling around me, ready to snap at any moment. Ezekiel's cock hits the back of my throat, and I don't waste a second swallowing around it. His hand tightens in my hair to the point where my scalp stings. Jeremiah gives shallow thrusts, each time hitting the nerves inside me that have muffled gasps from coming out of my mouth around Ezekiel. Then his hands, one Jeremiah's and one Ezekiel's, are on my breasts. With the first twist of my nipples, I explode, doing exactly what they said, spasming around Jeremiah's cock and around Ezekiel's as he slams into the back of my throat again.

Jeremiah starts thrusting into me as my orgasm peaks, and Ezequiel releases his cock from my mouth. My hand falls away from him as he pulls out of me, and I clutch at the sheets for something to hold on to as Jeremiah pounds into me, his grip on my thigh leaving bruises. He rolls me further onto my side, a hand on my lower back making me arch further. And I know why when a warm gel hits my tight ring. I gasp, anticipation, desire, and arousal making me sigh as I feel Ezequiel's cock slide between my ass cheeks.

“Say it,” Ezequiel demands.

—Your cock, in my ass—, I tell him. —Jeremiah is in my pussy—.

"What do you want us to do, Laury?" Jeremiah almost pleaded.

—Make me. Scream.— I gasp.

"You heard our little whore," Ezequiel says, then goes for it.

My fingers tense on the sheets, my neck arching the same as my back as they both slide inside me. Pleasure for Jeremiah, pain for Ezekiel. Jeremiah slows, giving my body time to adjust to Ezekiel's cock. Jeremiah enters me with all his might, rubbing his groin against my clit to ease Ezekiel's bite as he stretches me out. Hands move my other leg, pushing both forward, making it easier for both of them to penetrate me deeply, and they do. Jeremiah continues rubbing against my clit as Ezekiel finally slides the last inch of himself inside me.

I shudder at how full I feel, trying to catch my breath and relax. Ezekiel groans, and I'm sure it's because I'm so tight around him. My muscles squeeze Jeremiah just as tightly.

"Move, please," I moan. "I need you both to move."

Ezequiel slaps me on the butt and I jump in pain, squeezing them even tighter. They both hiss before Ezequiel yells, "Tell Jeremiah what to do to you, but not me. You ask. You beg. You plead."

Jeremiah, however, begins to move, sliding out of me, leaving me a little less full for the moment until he enters me again. I gasp as I feel his cock sliding against my tense nerves. I arch my back, moving on Ezequiel's cock.

“Beg,” he says, sounding like he’s gritting his teeth.

“Please, Ezequiel,” I begged, my voice shaking. “Fuck my ass. I need you and Jeremiah to make me cum. I’m burning inside with the need to cum. Please.”

I don't even care how desperate I sound, or that my last word came out so sharply as Jeremiah entered me again. I just need him to do the same thing his brother did. I need both of them to move inside me, for the pain in my ass to turn to pleasure. I need this aching tension to ease.

“Is that enough for you, Jer?” Ezequiel asks, playing with the two of us.

—If you want to feel what I'm feeling right now, you better let it be enough, Zek.—

Perhaps it's my pleading, or perhaps Jeremiah's words and his brother's hoarseness that finally drive Ezekiel to please me—and himself. He pulls away, and I gasp, both at the feel of him pulling out of me and at the sight of Jeremiah entering. They continue like this, one sliding in as the other pulls out. Slowly, deeply. My back keeps arching, not even having a moment to catch my breath as they fill me one after the other.

The tension, once painful, now becomes unbearable. It coils, tightens, and tempts me with release, but it's just beyond my reach. As if they can sense it, they both quicken their pace and begin to thrust into me. I don't know what to do but slam myself against them, seeking, begging for more. For them to make me come, for them to come inside me.

“Please,” I moan. It sounds needy, broken, but nowhere near as needy as I feel. Not nearly as broken as I want to be.

"I need you to break me," I beg.

“Fuck, Laury,” Ezekiel growls, thrusting into me and staying deep inside me.

“More,” Jeremiah whispers.

“Break me to pieces,” I gasp, and Jeremiah thrusts into me just as hard. “Break me to pieces.”

They move at the same time, pulling out of me. I sigh, knowing what's coming, feeling it, desperate for what it will surely bring. They both enter me, fast, roughly, and do just what I begged them to. They tear me apart. I'm nothing but fragments beneath them, moaning, gasping, groaning sounds whose names I don't even know. They slam me together, filling me, stretching me, and giving me ecstasy. I can feel my pussy and ass clenching around them, hear their grunts, moans, and hisses. Jeremiah's lips reach my thigh, allowing me to feel the shuddering sigh against my skin as he comes inside me. Ezekiel contracts inside me, letting me know he's doing the same. They arch forward into me at the same time, and a strangled groan leaves me. I can't even move; I feel like I can barely breathe, and I don't even want to think. Not when I can just stay here and enjoy the bliss that vibrates inside me.

Our labored breaths fill the room, but no other sounds. It's the sweetest thing, the three of us together. As it should be.

"I know you're not thinking anymore," Ezequiel says.

I chuckle. “What good ideas.”

"How?" Jeremiah asks.

I swallow, deciding whether or not I want to tell them the truth. Even though I may not yet fully understand why they're here, they're here. That has to mean something, or at least deserve my admitting what I was thinking a moment ago.

—I was thinking that being together feels like it should be—.

Silence answers me and my eyes open under my shirt, alarmed at having said too much.

“I should,” a voice finally says, and my eyes widen as I know it’s Ezequiel’s.

He leaves first, telling me he'll be right back. Jeremiah comes out next, and then they pull the shirt over my eyes. I blink, even though the only lights are those in the living room. Jeremiah smiles at me.

—Guess you won, huh?—

I smile. “I did it.”

I feel a warm cloth between my thighs and look back. His eyes meet mine with a tenderness that makes me wonder, "What prompted this surprise visit?"

—Isn't it obvious? — Ezequiel smiles.

"Oh my God, Zek." I turn my head just in time to see Jeremiah's exasperated face. "It seems like we came just to fuck her. We've been planning this since we knew you were coming. That's why we haven't texted you all day. We were at the airport, on the plane, driving here."

"Risky plan," Ezequiel says, making me look over my shoulder. "We could have come here and found someone opening the door."

—And then I would have beaten him up.

I whip my head around to look at Jeremiah, arching an eyebrow. “The idea of you being jealous and hitting someone for me turns me on so much. But there never would have been someone else.”

Jeremiah smiles at that, and behind me, Ezequiel murmurs, “Better not.”

I try not to think about it too much, clearing my throat to say, "Maybe we can have our lunch cold now. What did you get?"

"Well, Heather promised you a burger," Jeremiah says.

I sit up quickly, first gasping in astonishment, then at the pain between my thighs and my butt. "Was she involved in this?"

Ezequiel walks over and I see him nod. “I made sure you were in the room when we arrived.”

—Maybe I'll give you a little raise.— I chuckle. —How long are you staying?—

"We'll come back with you on Friday," Jeremiah tells me.

I raise my eyebrows. “Oh, a road trip. I finally get to find out all your dirtiest secrets.”

Ezequiel smirks. “Oh, we don’t have time for that, but we’ll go out to dinner tomorrow night.”

—I really don't have anything to wear for dinner.—

"That's why tomorrow they'll give us a dress and some shoes," Jeremías adds.

I started to stand up, but I stayed put. “You did that... for me?”

"Of course," Ezequiel says, as if it were really that simple.

Ezequiel leaves the room and enters the living room. Then I look at Jeremiah. He simply frowns and nods toward his brother.

—You heard the man. Of course. Let's go.—

He leaves, but I stay in the bedroom a moment longer, for once, telling my heart that it's okay to feel what it feels.

Of course. Just two words, but they mean a lot.