Page 13 of Denial

I give it to him, gasping as he drives into me and stays there, grinding against my clit. My back arches, tension like a tight cord inside of me, just needing one more thing to snap.

"Bite me," I moan.

He straightens and sinks his teeth into my thigh, making my eyes fly wide as I spasm around him.

"Don't stop," I demand. "Stay right there."

"Tell me, Lexa. Tell me more."

"Faster. Deeper."

He speeds up even more, hips arching so he thrusts into me more. His fingers are bruising on my ass as I drag my nails down his back. My eyes do close, then, my mouth dropping open but my throat not letting me release a single sound. Then, something's pushing in, my eyes widening in surprise as Ezekiel's cock pushing past my teeth, sliding along my tongue, muffling my surprised gasp. Jeremiah's tongue licks where I'm sure bite marks are while he groans against my skin, jerky thrusts telling me he's coming.

Ezekiel's slide himself in and out of my mouth as Jeremiah begins to slow down. My body is still arching with my high when he slides out of me. But even then, he's not done with me. He kisses down my body, between my breasts, over my trembling stomach, to my thigh that I'm sure is covered in my wetness, down my legs. Only once his lips leave me, does Ezekiel take his cock out of my mouth. I feel so empty now, without either of them inside of me, without their lips and touches.

I watch them, Jeremiah taking off the condom while Ezekiel puts one on. My body feels worn out, and yet, just the sight of Ezekiel getting ready to fuck me has me needy all over again. As if I haven't barely just come down from an orgasm. I'm already desperate for another. Just from Jeremiah's words, I know fucking Ezekiel will be different. Who's in control will be different. How I'm handled will change. But still, I'm taken by surprise when Ezekiel puts his hands on my waist and turns me around, his body quickly and completely covering me, pressing me into the bed. I've barely gotten my breath back when his cock is at my opening.

I can hear my wetness when he slides in, inch by inch, stretching me even more, making me cry out as he fills me. My hands scramble to grab the sheets, balling them in my grip as he pounds into me.

His knees widen my thighs, making pain burst when it rubs against where Jeremiah bit me, but my cry only turns into a moan when Ezekiel gives me a long, deep stroke. His hand comes to my lower back, pushing down to keep me with my ass in the air, no choice but to take each thrust. His other hand goes to my hair, gripping it and yanking my head back so my neck arches too. And I find Jeremiah there, his face right in front of mine. He brings his mouth to mine, lips gentle, like a caress, his tongue teasing me. He moves back and forth with me as my body rocks with each thrust Ezekiel gives me. My pussy is already tightening around him each time he enters me, and the tension is right back inside me, thrumming, building. Then, Jeremiah's hands slip between me and the sheets, traveling down until they're cupping my breasts. A vicious shiver rakes through me at the feeling of both of them, Ezekiel's rough fucking contrasting with Jeremiah's soft kiss and touch.

"Get on your knees like the whore you are," Ezekiel demands.

I don't move fast enough because he pulls hard on my hair, tearing my mouth away from Jeremiah's. Hurrying to move, because Ezekiel has stopped moving behind me, I get to my hands and knees, and his hands go to my hips, bringing my body back on him.

"I want your come all over me when I'm done with you," he pants. "And my fucking name tearing from your throat. Are you gonna give them to me?"

"Yes," I gasp out.

My eyes widen when Jeremiah slides under me, head between me and the bed, raising up so his mouth can suck on my nipple. I give a long, deep moan as I circle my hips on Ezekiel, desperately trying to take him deeper. He slams me back on him, groaning as he arches his hips forward. Jeremiah's tongue circles my nipple and I arch, needing more of his mouth, but Ezekiel takes advantage of it, pushing on my lower back to bring my ass even more in the air. Then, his hands are on my ass, fingers digging into my skin, widening my ass so he can get even deeper inside me.

My body rocks back and forth, driven forward by Ezekiel's thrusts, moving backwards with me slamming my pussy down his cock. And every stroke brings me closer to coming again, each time his cock enters me, hitting nerves that have me panting and moaning. Ezekiel's hand goes back to my hair, pulling on it until my neck aches and I see Jeremiah's once again hard cock in front of me. God, just the sight to it, the thought of both of them filling me at once, sends me rushing to the edge, barely keeping my feet grounded. But I want to fall over, and never stop falling. I'm right there. I just need—

All my thoughts cease when I feel two tongues at the same time. Ezekiel bent over me, licking up my spine as he drives his cock into me as deep as possible. And Jeremiah's tongue licking up my chest, over my collarbone until he's at my neck, sucking the skin into his mouth and making me cry out with the orgasm that overcomes me.

"Ezekiel!" I brokenly moan.

"Again," he demands gruffly, pounding into me.

"Ezekiel." I sigh this time, starting to feel dizzy with the speed that he's fucking me with now.

I begin to say his name again, but then Jeremiah's lips are on mine, tongue clashing with mine as I kiss him as frantically as his brother fucks me. Then, Ezekiel's grip in my hair tightens right as his hand on my ass turns bruising. He groans, long and deep, and comes, strokes frenzied and harsh.

He slips out of me so suddenly, I'm left feeling utterly empty. I gasp and Jeremiah's mouth breaks away from mine. I see his grin as I collapse to the bed. My chest heaves with my quick, shallow breaths as I try to wrap my mind around what just happened. Ezekiel ate me out. I sucked Jeremiah's cock. Jeremiah fucked me, the way I told him to. Ezekiel fucked me the way he wanted to.

It's not until my breathing has calmed down and I feel I have enough energy to even turn to my back that I realize I'm alone. They've both left and the door is closed. Why does that bother me so much? That they didn't stay? That it bothers me at all?

"It doesn't matter," I murmur to myself as I exert far too much energy just to reach over and turn off the light.

This was it. The night I've wanted with them for far too long. It was better than I ever imagined. But this is it. Already, I can feel myself wanting more, trying to convince myself that I can do this again without feeling anything. But I'm only lying to myself, because lying here right now, I want them beside me. I want them telling me that this was more than sex. I want...more. So, I know that this cannot, under any circumstances, happen again. It would put me at risk of feeling anything other than desire, and I refuse to do that. For any man. Even two who make me want to feel more. But it's because I want to feel more that I know I can't. Won't.

I get under the sheets that smell just like Jeremiah and close my eyes, already trying to figure out how the hell I'll silently escape this room come morning.

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