My heart. My poor, poor stupid heart. It skips and flops and falls right out of my chest, I swear it.
When his lips find mine once more, it’s a demanding passion. His tongue slides over mine before our lips ever fully seal. He devours me, and the hold he has on my hair tightens just as the hold Roman has against my torso pulls harder against himself. The press of their bodies against mine drills untamed desire all through me.
And it seems I’m not the only one.
Fingers grip my chin harshly, and I’m pulled away from that addicting kiss with a gasp slipping from my lungs. But I never catch that breath.
Because Roman pulls my mouth right to his, and he tastes me slowly. He runs the tip of his tongue over my damp lower lips, and I can’t decide if he wants my kiss…or Avian’s. It doesn’t matter, and he doesn’t seem to let the thought linger. His dominance is all he shows me as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth and gives me the slowest, deepest exploration. He takes every part of me, and the slower he moves his mouth against mine, the slower he starts to thrust his hips against the curve of my ass.
And that’s what sets us all off. Avian grips my thighs and hoists me higher until I’m lined up with the hardest part of him. I’m twisted one way to kiss Roman while Avian controls my sex against his cock with hard grinding thrusts that just distract me from that delicious thing Roman keeps doing with his tongue.
It isn’t competitive. Jealousy doesn’t exist here. It’s the sharing of emotions. We all want the same thing. They prove that even more when I pull back from Roman’s mouth, and he doesn’t pause for a second as Avian slams his lips against his friend’s.
Their kiss is harsher. It’s like seeing an ember burn for so long that the heat is unbearable when it finally ignites. There’s a desperateness in the flick of their tongues, the biting of lips, the growling of pleasure.
And I feel every bit of that desperation as each of them slides their hands down the front of my pants at the same time, snapping the button right off the front as they both push their fingers over every inch of my sex. My thighs clench around Avian’s lean hips just as a cutting gasp tears from my lungs, and one of them sinks in hard while the other presses slow teasing circles over the most sensitive part of me.
“I-I um…” What. Are. Words.
They don’t exist. Only shaking gasps of air manage to fall from my parted lips, and even those aren’t really sure of how my lungs are actually supposed to function.
“What is it, beautiful?” Roman’s tone has that taunting sentiment, but it’s different right now. Sensual with smooth but gravelly whispers.
“I—” Fuck. What…? “I-I think we should move to the bed,” I finally manage to stutter out.
Avian only hums along my throat as he nips there with sharp teeth and a soothing tongue.
“No. No, I think right here is fine,” Roman says hotly against the shell of my ear, his fingers thrusting in and rubbing along a spot he seems to be rather fond of.
I am too, it seems. The moan he works out of me is like the one thing he seems to want in life, because I feel his smile curve against his lips as he kisses along my jaw and massages deeper, harder, faster.
Roman’s big hand holds me steady, and I can’t even focus on either man as trembles start to shake through my core. My jeans are pulled away. Cold air meets my skin, but then…warm air is along my thighs. My feet plant against hard shoulders, and the heat of steady exhales washes over the apex of my thigh. Lips skim with a hint of pressure there. Roman continues to pump into me with his palm slapping on the verge of pain and pleasure.
Until a warm mouth slides over his fingers, over my sex and consumes both of us with the swirl of his tongue. The gasp that trembles out of me is nearly a scream. Hard pressure flicks over my clit. Again. And again. And again before he sucks so hard there at the same time as Roman rocks right into that spot deep inside me.
Then I’m soaking down his hand, my palm finding his shoulder behind me, and I cling to him desperately as every part of me trembles against him. Echoes of my pleasure climb the walls and cascade around us.
Avian’s demanding tongue never does stop.
And neither does my release.
It comes again and again, slamming, pounding, consuming me entirely.
I’m a wreck. I don’t even know how they’re keeping me from sliding to the floor into a pile of useless arms and legs that no longer possess the ability to work anymore.
Their torturous movement against my wetness halts after a lifetime of pleasure passes me by. A tattered breath finds my lungs, and I almost remember that I should continue doing that. Breathing is good.
Yes. Yes.
My head falls back, and I focus on the weak inhales and exhales. The sweetness of his words wash over my neck as he takes me in like my pleasure is his own.
“Now we can go to the bed,” Roman says like sex and secrets.
My eyebrows arch high.
Because we’re just beginning, it seems.
And I have no idea how I’m going to keep up with two of them.
