Page 62 of Run of Ruin

“Like nothing I’d ever tasted before,” Ezra said, dragging his tongue up along my slit to press against my tight puckered hole. I gasped, and bucked against the counter, my hips digging into the edge.

“Is our girl needy?” Zaffir teased, and I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped my lips. “I take that as a yes,” he said, and I could hear the smirk in his voice. “Brexlyn, do you like it when Ezra puts his tongue there?”

I was too lost in sensations to even contemplate being embarrassed or confused at this situation. All I felt was pure lust and desire.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Hmm, I’m a little jealous,” Zaffir teased. “Ezra’s gotten to taste you twice now, and I haven’t.”

Ezra pressed his fingers in deep curling them. I moaned. My mind was a lost storm of sensations and heightened emotions. I didn’t know where my pleasure began or ended, it just was. I was mindless with desire, which is probably why I said what I said next.

“Then come and have a taste,” I said, low and breathy. The sultry tone felt simultaneously like nobody I’ve ever known and so much like the real me.

“Is that what you want, Brexlyn? My tongue in that perfect cunt of yours?”

Fuck, his mouth was dirty. I think I loved it.

“Yes,” I answered.

“Do you want both of our mouths, baby?” he challenged, and my whole body clenched around Ezra’s fingers which were pulsing lazily in my pussy.

“Oh, fuck,” Ezra whispered. “I think our girl really liked that thought.”

Our girl.

They’ve both said it now. And there didn’t seem to be any animosity in it.

“Ezra, sit down and put your back against the cabinet,” Zaffir ordered in that commanding tone I remembered so well from our night in my room. Ezra’s fingers and mouth slipped frommy core, and I missed the touch instantly. I felt Ezra reposition himself between my legs, his head leaning against the cabinet below me. Zaffir gripped my hips, and pulled me back, repositioning me so that my clit was pressed directly against Ezra’s waiting and willing mouth.

“Oh!” I cried out as he ravaged my clit with his expert tongue.

“That’s it, Brexlyn,” Zaffir murmured, his voice rough, low, and threaded with a hunger he wasn’t even trying to hide. “You’re doing so well.”

I felt him move behind me, his body brushing against mine, heat radiating off him, his breath at my ear. My pulse stuttered, then quickened, my skin alive with every place we touched.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked, and there was something almost reverent in his tone.

I nodded, the air thick and electric between us.

But he didn’t move right away.

“Are you sure?” he whispered, voice tightening, as if it hurt to ask. “You know who I am. You know what this is. Praxis and Collective…”

I whimpered as Ezra continued to swipe his tongue against my clit.

“People would hate us for this… punish us for it. You’d be at risk. We both would,” Zaffir whispered, somehow making the warning feel seductive.

There was a flicker of hesitation in his touch then, like some last-ditch instinct to pull away before we crossed a line neither of us could ever come back from.

But his words didn’t douse the fire in me, they fed it.

I turned my head enough to meet his gaze, my voice steady even as my heart pounded.

“I’m sure,” I said, meaning it more than I’d ever meant anything.

Something in his expression shifted then like a storm breaking open behind his eyes, lust and defiance crashing together.

“Good,” he growled, lowering to his knees. “Because I’ve never been the best at following rules.”

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