“Okay,” he says with a smirk. He reaches out and takes the scarf from around my neck. “We had a bet.”
“Right,” I say. I take the scarf and sit on the end of the bed before tying it around my head like a blindfold. It’s oddly comforting, not being able to see them. Seeing them makes me nervous.
“Seven minutes,” Brett says.
“Fuck,” I sigh.
“All you have to do is say stop,” Zeke says as I am laid back on the bed.
“I’m too stubborn,” I admit.
“It still counts as a loss if you have a panic attack,” Brett laughs. My breathing quickens and I am on a quick path to panicking if I don’t calm down.
“Tell me something, Alice,” Zeke says as they take my sandals off.
“Fuck,” I repeat. “What?”
“What did you mean by us making fun of you?” he asks. Fingers hook in my leggings and my breath catches when they drag them down my thighs. “Focus, Alice.”
“Because you have. You two have always been mean to me,” I choke out. I’m left in just a black lace thong and bra set when one of them sits me up slightly to take my shirt off.
“My God, you’re even more beautiful than we thought, Alice,” Brett says softly as I feel his knees part my legs and hands sliding up my thighs.
“How have we been mean?” Zeke asks.
“All you do is tease. What I wear…” I say with a shaky voice. I am so in over my head right now. I don’t know what I expected, but these two men are fucking savoring my body as they stare down at me. I don’t know who is between my legs, but his hands are closing in on the source of the growing pressure in my body and I can’t think. I never thought I would find myself wanting them to touch me. They’re excruciatingly slow.
“What else?” Zeke asks. I suddenly realize it’s him touching me when he wraps his hands around my hips and his thumbs are settled on the bends of my hips.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whisper and press my palms to my forehead.
“Do you want me to stop?” Zeke asks. I want to say that he is taunting me, but he sounds serious. The fact that he’s actively checking in with me rather than teasing me makes me want more.
“No,” I whimper.
“What else then?” Brett asks. He grabs my wrists and holds them loosely above my head.
“You just pick fun every chance you get. You call me mousy. I… oh God,” I stop abruptly and moan softly and arch my back when he presses into the bend of my hips with his thumbs
“Why have you never told us it upsets you, Alice? That literally makes you mousy,” Zeke says softly.
“Fuck,” I whine. “I can’t think when you do that.” He lets up and I relax into the bed. “I was afraid it would make it worse.”
“Oh, Alice,” Brett sighs and kisses my forehead. Knowing who is who and not being able to see is fucking with me now.
“I can’t do this whole not seeing y’all thing. I know who is who.” I say.
“You’re doing well, Mousey,” Zeke praises. “I’m going to explain something, and I need you to just listen. Okay?”
“Okay,” I say with a small voice that even I can hardly hear.
“Brett and I have liked you since we were little kids. There is no excuse for us upsetting you, Alice. It was never our intention to hurt you,” he says as he slowly pulls my thong down.
When I pull against Brett’s hold on my wrists, he tightens his grip before softly kissing me. His lips on mine instantly make me relax. “Good girl. Just relax,” Brett says softly.
“You can’t do that,” I frown.
“What?” I ask.