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We leave the restaurant, the cool night air a welcome relief from the heat of our shared meal. I can feel the tension between us, a pulsing electric current that connects us. I can’t think of anything other than the need to devour every inch of her while she screams our names.
Chapter Five
Wren
Winston opens the door for us and we slide into the plush seats. I’m sandwiched between Ezra and Elijah, feeling their heat mixing with my fevered skin. Ezra is the first to move his hand to my thigh, lazily drawing circles, making my eyes flutter closed. The tension is palpable and the air is thick with desire.
Elijah leans in, his lips brushing against my neck. “Do you want this, Wren?” I let out a shaky breath as I clutch the edge of the seat.
“Yes,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.
“Brava ragazza,” Ezra murmurs against my ear. “That’s a good girl.” Just hearing those words sends a bolt of arousal to my core.
Ezra continues stroking my upper leg while Elijah reaches out, his fingers slowly tracing along my inner thigh, teasing and exploring.
I can’t help but shudder, feeling their hands on me, something I’ve wanted all night.
My breath catches in my throat as Ezra's hand drifts higher, brushing against the edge of my panties. Elijah follows suit, his fingers dancing across my sensitive flesh. They work in tandem,touching and caressing, drawing gasps and moans from my parted lips.
Ezra’s mouth finds mine, his tongue sweeping past my lips to explore. He tastes like rich wine and dark desire and I melt into his embrace. Elijah’s fingers dip beneath the lace of my panties, stroking and teasing and driving me wild. I can feel my arousal building as the heat spreads through my body.
Both of them work in unison, their touches perfectly synchronized. It’s overwhelming, intoxicating, and I’m lost in the sensations, the pleasure building with every stroke, every kiss. I arch against them, my body desperate for more, for the release they promise.
“You taste like sin wrapped in cherries,” Ezra growls as his lips descend upon my neck.
“I believe you need to share, brother.” Elijah smirks, cupping my cheek and guiding my mouth to his.
He tastes different from Ezra, but just as delicious. I’m overwhelmed by all the sensations as their hands caress me. I moan into his mouth, my body trembling. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched, and my soul is begging for more.
Elijah breaks the kiss, and my head drops back to the headrest. My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath.
“Look how beautiful she is, brother,” Ezra says, his eyes locked on mine. “So responsive, so eager.”
“Just like a good girl should be,” Elijah adds, his voice low and husky. “We’re going to take such good care of you.”
Their words send a fresh wave of heat through me as my heart pounds in my chest. I'm falling, spiraling into a sea of pleasure, and their touch is my only anchor. The world outside the car fades away, and I’m lost in them, in us, in the sensation of being claimed, of being theirs.
I reach the precipice of my orgasm, and they hold me there, teetering on the edge. But then, just as the wave of pleasurethreatens to break over me, they pull back, leaving me gasping and aching for release.
“So wet for us,merlotta,” Ezra murmurs, his voice rough with desire.
I whimper, my body trembling with unfulfilled need. Ezra strokes my cheek, his touch gentle, then gathers my hands above my head and leans in. “Do you want my brother to make you come?”
“Y-yes,” I stutter.
He grins, his eyes glittering with mischief. “Then beg him for it. Let him hear how much you need him.”
I bite my lip, embarrassment and desire warring within me. “Please, Elijah,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “Please make me come.”
His eyes darken, and he presses his hand against the apex of my thighs. “Good girls get rewarded,” he growls as his fingers slip beneath the lace of my panties once more. I gasp as he strokes my clit, his touch firm and sure.
“Come for us, little bird,” Ezra demands. He pulls my dress up around my waist while Elijah kneels on the ground in front of me. Ezra’s fingers stroke my hair as his brother rips my panties in one swift motion, making me squeal.
“I need to taste you, Wren,” Elijah pleads.
I give him a small nod before he delves in, devouring me like I’m his last meal. I let out a scream as his tongue laps my pussy. He’s a starved man, and I am the only thing that can satiate him. I grind my hips into his face, needing more friction.
“So perfect, letting my brother please you,” Ezra groans. His hand tightens in my hair. “Look at your cum all over my brother’s face.”
