Page 17 of Bliss: Part 1
Dash groaned and gently pressed a hand to my shoulder, rolling me onto my back. Ashby moved too, adjusting behind me, his fingers never leaving my pussy.
“Play with her tits,” he demanded, his eyes on Dash.
They were already on full display since I hadn’t put my shirt back on after last night. Dash looked at them, licking his lips before cupping one with his hand. He squeezed and kneaded it for a while, pinching my nipple, and pulling at it. Then he leaned down to pull the other into his mouth.
“Just like that,” Ashby praised his brother.
The way Dash sucked and nipped at my nipple made my back arch off the mattress. His tongue was unhurried, gentle, and so was the soft praise Ashby was whispering into my ear. The heat of Ashby’s chest pressed tight against my side, and his fingers worked a slow, torturous rhythm over my clit, dipping in and out of me with slick, deliberate intent. Every time I tried to roll my hips harder against his hand, he would ease off, grinning against the side of my neck. He teased me, but I didn’t whine or beg.
Dash’s free hand held my other breast, pinching and rolling the nipple until both were pebbled, sore and aching in a way that made me want to whimper. Dash could tell I liked it rougher, and so could Ashby, because their hands were perfectly coordinated. With each passing minute, my desperation grew. I clutched at Dash’s hair, my thighs trembling and falling open wider for Ashby’s greedy palm.
“She’s close,” Dash said, lifting his mouth from my breast, his lips wet. “We’ll make her come just like this, Ash.”
“That’s the plan,” Ashby growled, then bit my shoulder with just enough pressure to sting. It sent a jolt from my shoulder down to my cunt, and that jolt was enough to tip me over. I came with a broken gasp, my legs locking around Ashby’s hand, my back bowing. I tried to muffle my cries into Dash’s neck, but he just held me tighter, his own cock hot against my hip.
Ashby kept working me through it until I went limp, my body shuddering. He pressed a kiss to my shoulder, then withdrew his hand with painful slowness, dragging every last ripple out of my body.
“You look so fucking beautiful when you come, Lissy.”
Ashby’s words sent another shiver down my spine. I managed to open my eyes and look at him, a tired smile on my lips. “That felt nice.”
“Nice?” he repeated, amused. “It feltnice?”
I pursed my lips and shrugged. “Yeah…I mean, I’ve never felt this way before. No guy has ever touched me like that.”
Some had, but never did they make me come the way Ashby and Dash just had.
“I sure hope so.” Ashby lifted his hand to his face, looking at his fingers for a moment before raising a brow at Dash. “You wanna taste her?”
I was as surprised as Dash. We looked at each other as my excitement grew. I wanted him to suck on Ashby’s fingers. God, that thought made me feel all kinds of things.
“If you won’t, I will.”
Dash didn’t reply. Instead, he leaned in and wrapped his lips around Ashby’s wet fingers, sucking on them, and tasting me.
I watched, mesmerized.
“You like that, Dash?” he asked, his tone almost taunting.
Dash lifted his gaze while Ashby’s fingers were still in his mouth. There was challenge in their eyes, but there was no competition between them. They wanted to push each other. See how far they’d go.
Ashby pushed his fingers deeper into Dash’s mouth, making him pull back, but then lean in even closer to suck him in even more. I couldn’t look away, and I wished it wasn’t Ashby’s fingers Dash was sucking on.
Pulling away, Ashby had a smug grin on his face. “How was that?”
Dash looked at me, licking his lips. “Good. She’s damn sweet.”
“Yeah?” Ashby looked at me too as he slid his hand back down to cover my pussy, his fingers sliding through my folds. “Gotta get a taste too.”
I sighed as he flicked his fingertips against my clit, and after sliding inside of me a few times, he lifted his hand again, this time taking his own fingers into his mouth.
“Mm.” His chest vibrated against my shoulder. “Sweetest pussy I ever tasted.”
My cheeks flushed, but I wasn’t ashamed. I was pleased with his statement. Maybe even a little proud. I pressed my lips together as a different, more serious thought came up.
“Will we tell anyone about this?”
“You think Owen will like what we just did?” Ashby asked.
