No, we are falling.
I land on the cot, with Nyx and Ambrose landing on either side of me with heated looks in their eyes.
Hands and lips find my body before I can think. I close my eyes, trying not to think about whose hands are touching me or whose lips are kissing me. I just let the pleasure overwhelm mybody. A kiss to my earlobe. A soft brush of a finger over my nipple. My legs are spread as warm, heated breath skims the space between them.
“Are you two going to fuck me or just keep teasing me?”
They laugh out loud, and then I feel Nyx’s shadows combined with the ancientness of Ambrose flood my mind with their dark desires.
“Just making sure you’re wet, love.”
“We don’t want to fuck you until you’re ready,”Ambrose says.
I roll my eyes, grab both of their hands, and dip their fingers between my thighs.“I’m drenched. Fuck me, now.”
Someone kisses me, but I keep the details of the kiss from my mind, trying not to think too hard about who is doing what. At the same time, my legs are spread wider, and a hot mouth descends on my most sensitive spot.
I cry out, but the lips on my mouth capture my cry, blocking the sound from escaping.
A tongue swirls in tiny circles over my clit. If I thought I was wet before, I’m a fucking river now. My wetness spreads over his cool lips.
Hands palm my breasts, a thumb flicks over my nipple, and I gasp again. All the kisses, the touches, the sensations happen at the same time, and I’m thrilled and terrified of what comes next. It’s going to be intense. Going to overwhelm me. I’m not sure I can handle it. I almost consider asking them to take turns fucking me, but then I immediately think better of it, knowing I’ll regret not fucking them together every day for the rest of my life.
The tongue on my clit moves faster, and then two fingers slip inside me, curling around the sensitive spot inside me.
I groan.
I writhe.
I try to grab hold of the male’s head, but a strong hand forces my hands above my head, holding them together with one hand.
I’m pinned.
Can’t move.
They have complete control over me. That should terrify me, but it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
The fingers pump in and out of me harder, the male kissing me kisses me harder, there’s a squeeze of my nipple at the same time, a small nip at my clit as if they are synchronizing their movements, and then I’m coming.
Convulsing.
Rattled by such pleasure that I didn’t know was possible.
A haze wraps itself around me. But I feel them shifting positions. And then the kisses start again. I try to move, but my arms are pinned again. And then a tongue sweeps through my wetness.
“I can’t—I can’t again so soon. I need your…”
But that tongue doesn’t care. The male kissing me doesn’t loosen his grip on my wrists.
I’m completely theirs.
I let my head fall back, my body arch into the pleasure, and within seconds I’m coming again, my cry once again caught by the lips covering mine.
“My turn,”I murmur, mainly because I’m not sure I can take another orgasm so soon.
Both chuckle.“Our turn.”
Before I can protest further, I’m being rolled onto a warm body. I straddle him, opening my eyes to find Ambrose beneath me. I feel his cock straining against my entrance, but he doesn’t push inside. He looks at me like he’s scared shitless.