While I felt the pain in my shoulder twinge again, I didn't care. The deep primal need my body craved took over. I could hear nothing past my thundering pulse in my ears, every cell in my body telling me just to say it. I didn't even hear the door open when I panted out, “Lick me, suck me, fuck me! I need it. I need all of it.”
Not wasting a second, he barreled his face into me, eating me out like it was a race to see how fast he could get me to come. With my eyes screwed shut, I pumped my hips up, matching his pace. His moan vibrated down my core, and I clenched my thighs around his face. He mumbled out his encouragement as best he could, “Yes. Mmmmm. Fuck my face. Mmmmm. Fucking squeeze those soft thighs around me. Mmmmm.”
I lost it. A jumble of words and sounds came out, none of them anything you could understand, as my orgasm built into this hot, raging inferno. Just as I was getting there, his hands turned into vice grips and pried my thighs away from him.
A whimper left my lips, my eyes cracked open in a haze of lust when Cezar called out happily, “Hello brother, are you wanting a taste?”
Rubbing my good arm against my eyes, I glanced over and saw Ion off to the side, a glass of water and a bottle of ibuprofen in his hands. His eyes were blown wide, and he was standing in a rigid stance as his eyes devoured me. I couldn't help myself. My eyes traveled down to see his hard cock straining against his pants as his chest rose and fell.
“Now, you don't want to leave a lady waiting, do you? That's very ungentlemanly of you.” Cezar’s teasing scowl caused Ion’s nostrils to flare, but he still hadn’t taken his eyes off me.
My body twitched in Cezar’s hands, muscles ached as I was so worked up that I grew desperate. “Please,” my weak plea came out breathless and needy, but I didn't care. I was so close. So fucking close. I just needed one of them to finish the job.
“Are. You. Sure?” Ion said through his teeth like he was treading a thin line.
“Yes. Please, Ion.” He still hadn’t moved from his spot even with the air around him buzzing with energy.
Cezar chuckled, crawling his way up to my ear. He turned his face, cheek to cheek with me as he looked at his brother and said, “No, my Roma. You need to have a firm hand with this one. He hates himself, you see, so he needs your venom.” It made sense, given that the only woman he loved constantly hurt him with his words. His self-worth and understanding of love are wrapped up in one toxic bundle. The question was, could I give him what he wanted?
Seeing the torment and longing battle across his face, his thoughts not connecting with what his body wanted, I felt for him. I wanted to give him peace when his mind and body wouldn’t let him.
My body clenched, reminding me of my denied orgasm, and my mind was made up in a flash. Frustrated with the situation already, being a bitch wasn't a problem for me at this point. As soon as I moved, Cezar tipped to the side, giving me room to rolled to my side and make my way to standing, even with shaky legs. I growled out at him, “Get your filthy fuckboy ass on the bed.”
His eyes rolled back as he let out a small groan, stepping toward the bed. Watching him climb up and take the spot Cezar and I left, I felt something inside me awaken and take over. Adrenaline pumped in my veins, desire flooded my body. When he started to take off his clothes, I called out. “Did I tell you to take off your clothes?”
Looking at me in question, I came up to his side, glaring at him in disappointment. “Did I say I was going to fuck your dick?” Making sure I put some disdain in my voice at the end. His eyes fluttered, and I knew I was going down the right road. “Take off your shirt and lie on your back like a good little fuckboy.” He tore off his shirt, his tan smooth body crafted to perfection, and I had to make myself not drool over him.
I went to climb up the bed when Cezar was right there, lifting me by the waist. I glanced up at his smiling face, and he mouthed,first husband privilege, then motioned to his eyes, telling me he was watching every second of this and loved it.
Shaking my head, I focused on Ion, his cock straining so hard it had to hurt. I went to unbutton it when he grabbed my hand and stopped me. “Leave it.” I almost argued when I looked back at him and saw the desperation in his eyes.
Stealing my spine, I moved forward, holding the headboard as I put my knees on either side of his head. He lifted his hand to help me, and I snapped, “Don’t touch me.” He paused. His body began to shake as he bit his lips.
Those golden brown specks in his eyes turned molten, and I positioned myself over his face. “I'm going to use you, fuckboy. I'm going to use your mouth and face to get off, like my own personal toy.” His breathing picked up, his heart beating hard against my ass, matching the excitement in my own.
These men had always had the position of power over me, their captive, their prisoner, but this time, I was the one with the power, and that made my pulse skyrocket. I was surprised by how much I liked this.
Grabbing a handful of his silky locks, his eyes glued to mine, I whispered. “Show me what you're worth.” He moaned, but it was muffled as I thrusted against his mouth. His tongue lapped out at my arousal, working me up higher and higher than I was before.
Tightening my grip, I ground myself on him just how I liked. Using his lips, his tongue, his nose, using all of him to get myself off.
I heard a squirt behind me, but I didn't break stride; I couldn't. I wanted this orgasm more than anything.
Cezar licked the shell of my ear. “While this is hot, even Cal agrees, I wanted to remind you of our deal.” Something wet poked my back entrance, and my eyes flew open, turning to see what he was doing when he captured my lips with his, swallowing down my protests as he worked something into my ass.
It wasn't my first time with anal, but I still yelped when he went past that tight ring of muscle. Ion, not wanting to be outdone, slurped at my arousal, making a wet, dirty mess that made me moan.
Cezar began to work this object in and out with ease; whatever lube he used was nice as thick, making me forget about any pain and only feel the pleasure. “Oh god, yes. Fuck. Cezar. Ion.” Cezar holding the item in his hand, timing it so as I pushed back, I would be fucking my ass. I was in control.
They worked me up so well that I had to take my hand off Ion’s hair and grip the headboard. Pleasure surged from both sides of me and I thrust against Ion’s face and fasted harder.
It was good, so fucking good.
My climax built, coiling in my belly so tight I knew this one would blow my mind. Cezar’s hand came around, pinching my nipple and tugging it in time with my thrusts and I saw stars. My orgasm crashed into me, causing my body to seize up, and Cezar caught my waist, whispering that he got me. He would always catch me.
I sighed, leaning against him as the aftershocks ran up and down my body until he lifted me, setting my feet down the the ground and bending me over right on top of Ion’s hard cock, begging to be free from its zippered prison. I glanced over at Ion as he rose to his elbows, his beautiful face glistening with my cum, and I smiled.
“Cezar-”
