Page 218 of Double Daddies
Elijah’s hands roam my body, exploring every curve, every inch of skin. My breath quickens as he presses against me, his desire palpable. I can feel the tension building, a storm brewing just beneath the surface.
“Are you sure?” Elijah whispers, his forehead resting against mine, searching my eyes for any hesitation.
In that moment, I realize I don’t want to hold back anymore. “Yes,” I breathe, the word escaping my lips like a confession.
Elijah’s hands grip my thighs, pulling me closer as he deepens the kiss, while Ezra’s fingers tangle in my hair, tilting my head back to expose my neck. I gasp as they take their time, savoring every inch of me, their touches igniting a hunger I didn’t know I had.
Ezra rips the boxers from me, slinging them to the side with a fierce urgency that sends a thrill racing through my body. He grips my thighs, spreading me open as he kneels before me, his eyes dark with unrestrained desire. There’s a raw intensity in his gaze that makes my heart race, igniting a fire deep within me.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he throws my legs over his shoulders, positioning me perfectly for what’s to come. I barely have time to catch my breath before he dives in, his tongue exploring me with a fervor that leaves me gasping. The sensation is overwhelming, electric, and I can feel every nerve ending in my body come alive.
“Ezra,” I moan, the sound escaping my lips before I can think to hold it back. The way he moves, so confident and hungry, sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, and I find myself arching into him, craving more.
“Nuh-uh,” Elijah tsks. “What do you call us?”
“Daddy!” I cry out as Ezra works his tongue with expert precision, teasing and tantalizing, pushing me closer to the edge with every flick and swirl. My mind is a whirlwind of sensations,and I can hardly think as he devours me, each motion sending me further into a blissful haze.
Elijah nips and licks along my neck, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine as he pushes up my shirt, exposing my skin to the cool air. The contrast makes me gasp, and I feel every nerve in my body ignite with anticipation.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky against my ear. His lips find mine, capturing them in a passionate kiss that leaves me breathless. I melt against him, feeling the weight of his desire pressing into me, a perfect counterpoint to the heat building within.
Ezra’s movements are relentless, his tongue working its magic, and I’m caught in a whirlwind of sensations that threatens to consume me whole. Elijah deepens the kiss, his hands now gripping my waist, anchoring me as I lose myself in the pleasure they’re giving me.
“Let us take care of you,” Elijah whispers between kisses, his breath hot against my lips. The promise in his words sends a thrill through me, and I can’t help but nod, giving myself over to the moment.
With one final, powerful surge of his tongue, I come hard, the pleasure exploding through me like a tidal wave. It washes over me, consuming every thought, every feeling, until all that exists is the bliss coursing through my veins. I cry out, the sound echoing in the air as I surrender to the overwhelming sensation, my body trembling with the force of it.
Ezra rises to his feet, his eyes burning with an insatiable hunger as he pulls me up from the counter, his strength enveloping me. In an instant, he smashes his lips against mine, the kiss fierce and demanding.
The heat of their bodies envelops me, but as Ezra’s lips leave mine, reality crashes back in like a cold wave. I pull away, breathless and wide-eyed, my heart racing.
“I—I have to go to work,” I stammer, the words tumbling out before I can stop them.
Ezra’s brow furrows, disappointment flashing across his face. “You can’t be serious,” he says, his voice low and edged with frustration. “You want to leave now?”
“I don’t have a choice,” I reply, trying to regain my composure, but the lingering warmth of their touches makes it difficult. “I can’t just skip out on my shift.”
I step back, and Ezra and Elijah don’t move. They just watch me, both too perceptive, both seeing too much.
Elijah’s fingers twitch like he wants to reach for me. Ezra exhales slowly, his gaze steady.
Ezra and Elijah exchange a glance as I gather my purse from the living room, my pulse still unsteady from the conversation lingering in the air.
“We will take you,” Elijah says casually, like it’s already decided.
“I can walk,” I protest, adjusting the strap of my bag over my shoulder.
Ezra arches a brow, arms crossed as he leans against the counter. “We’re driving. End of discussion.”
“I said I can walk.”
“And I said we’re driving you. We aren’t just your Daddies in the bedroom,” Ezra argues.
I exhale, sensing the resistance isn’t worth the fight. “Fine,” I mutter, letting it go.
I retreat to Ezra's room, slipping out of the borrowed clothes and back into my outfit from yesterday—freshly washed and folded, their scent clean and slightly unfamiliar, but comforting. The small gesture of washing my clothes makes my chest tighten.
I can hear them talking, but can’t make out exactly what they are saying. I spot my phone on the bed side table and grab it.I’m about to make my way to the kitchen when I hear a series of notifications going off. I check my phone but it’s on silent, then I see either Ezra’s or Elijah’s sitting on the dresser.
