Page 32 of Storm of Stars
There was something electric between us, some magnetic pull that drew our bodies closer without a word. Like invisible cords had been wrapped around our torsos and were being cinched tight, winding us toward each other, tighter, tighter.
Brexlyn's hand landed on my chest. Ezra’s fingers curled around my waist. I hadn’t even realized how close we’d gotten until I could feel their breaths on my skin. My heart thundered in my chest as I looked between the two of them, wild with want.
I leaned forward first, drawn to Brexlyn’s parted lips like gravity had made the decision for me, and kissed her. She gasped against my mouth, then melted into it, greedy and achingand utterly consumed. Her lips were soft, eager, her hands clinging to my shirt like she needed something to hold onto or she’d fall apart.
Every sound she made, those breathy whimpers, those small broken moans, ignited something deep in me. She was finally free to make noise, and I was going to enjoy coaxing every sinful sound she had to offer.
When I finally pulled back, she looked dazed, drunk on sensation. Beautiful. Blissed out.
Before I could say a word, her hand moved, fingers curling around my chin, firm but tender. She turned my head slowly, deliberately, until I was facing Ezra.
She didn’t have to speak.
Her message was clear.You want this. So do we.
And God, she was right.
I did. I needed it like breath.
And from the way Ezra’s eyes had fixed on mine, blazing with hunger and something deeper, I knew he did, too.
We weren’t just about to fall into each other.
We were about to set the room on fire.
Ezra’s lips crashed into mine, unyielding, wild, full of all the want we’d been holding back for far too long. His hands rose to cradle my head, fingers threading into my hair, anchoring me to him like he was afraid I might slip away. There was no hesitation in him this time, no restraint. Just hunger.
When his tongue swept into my mouth, I welcomed it with a low moan, tasting him,us, with Brexlyn’s arousal still lingering between us. The taste of the three of us, tangled and heady, was intoxicating. A perfect alchemy I wanted more of. Would never get enough of.
This kiss wasn’t like the one in the kitchen, that one had been unexpected, an explosion of surprise and fleeting sexual tension. But this… this kiss was earned. Built from slow-burningglances across rooms, from hands that lingered too long, from every moment he’d stood between danger and Brexlyn. Between danger and me. This kiss had weight. This kiss had history.
When we finally parted, our breath came in short, ragged bursts. His lips were kiss-swollen, his eyes half-lidded and heavy with lust. He looked at me like I was something he’d always wanted and had finally been allowed to have.
And then, as if choreographed by instinct, we turned to face her.
Our girl.
Brexlyn stood across from us, silent but no less commanding. Her eyes were dark with desire, pupils wide, lashes low. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth as she watched us with a heat that made my knees feel unsteady.
Ezra’s hands were still on me, steadying me as we both stared at her like the rabid animals we were reduced to in her presence.
Slowly, without a word, Brexlyn lifted her hands to the back of her dress. Her fingers moved with purpose, and I watched, transfixed, as she slid the zipper down. The fabric slipped from her shoulders like a whisper and fell around her feet in a silky pool. She stepped free of it, unabashed, every inch of her lit by the low, warm light.
I ran my eyes along her body hungrily. She was wearing only the thin strap of panties. Her nipples were pointed and swollen. Practically begging to be tasted. So I did.
I sprang forward, pulling one of her hardened peaks into my mouth and she moaned, aching her back and pressing her breast into me. Ezra was quick to follow, claiming the other nipple for himself. I danced my tongue around the peak, and let my teeth graze across the skin there, letting her soft sounds spur me on.
I felt her hand drift down my torso until she reached the hem of my pants. I made quick work of them, without removing hernipple from my mouth, and slid them down around my knees so she could have the access she was desperate for.
Her soft hand wrapped around the base of my stiff cock and I groaned around her breast at the sensation. Her soft hands slid along my shaft, her thumb dancing over the slit and spreading the bead of precum for lubrication. When I heard Ezra moan beside me, I glanced down to see she was giving him the same treatment.
His cock was thick, round. Her hand barely fit all the way around it, and I suddenly found myself desperate to find out if I could fit my mouth around its girth. I pulled off of Brexlyn’s breast with a softpopthen grabbed Ezra’s shoulders and forced him back. I led him to the bed. My eyes were demanding and focused. He followed my lead, letting me direct his body to where I needed him. When the back of his knees hit the mattress, I pushed his shoulders. He fell back onto the bed. Catching himself and looking up at the two of us who were standing over him now. His body was a work of art. Taut and rigid. I smiled sinfully at him, leaning down over him to press a kiss to his mouth again, licking at his lips eagerly. I could feel his cock pressing against my stomach and if I moved just a few inches I knew that his would brush against mine. But as much as I wanted that, I had other plans first.
I leaned back, pressing a finger to his lips. “Have a seat, Brexlyn,” I whispered, earning me a satisfied smirk from Ezra and a soft gasp of surprise from my girl. I turned to find her standing there, not moving. I quickly slid my fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, revealing her glistening pussy to us.
“Now, don’t make me ask again, Brexlyn,” I warned darkly. “Climb up there and sit on his fucking face.”
Ezra’s eyes tracked Brexlyn’s movements like a predator watching his prey, he was eager to have her cunt on his tongue. I knew it, because so was I.
