“Relax,” Lev spoke into my mouth. “Relax, Adina.”
Lev’s strong arms wrapped around like a python grip as Ezrah moved the vibrator in small movements over my sweatpants. Even though I had jeans on underneath my sweatpants, I could still feel the vibration slightly, but I yearned for more.
Ezrah sensed this and tugged at my sweats only to discover there was a pair of blue jeans underneath. “Your chastity belt?” he mumbled, wrangling with the zipper. “As I said, I could rip your clothes off with a single hand,” he promised in a low, steely tone.
Barely keeping it together, my head tipped back again so Lev could longingly kiss my mouth, and that moment, I saw a flash of light and panicked.
“There’s someone there,” I panted, then ran my gaze over the bushes, which were nothing but black shapes in the dark. “I sawa flash.” I gripped Ezrah’s forearm as my heart pummeled in my chest, horrified at the thought that someone could be watching. That wasn’t my style.
“Don’t worry,” Ezrah said, trying to calm me. “Students always come through he at night. Just relax, Stabby.”
Did he think that would help? Or maybe he was into voyeurism? Maybe he wanted me to see. Oh gosh, did he think I had a voyeurism kink because he caught me watching him while I was masturbating?
“You’ve got me wrong. I’m not that type…” Lev claimed my mouth again, and I could barely move in his tight embrace.
Ezrah managed to unzip my jeans, then Lev lifted my body, so my backside lifted off the bench, then stepped back so my legs lay across. It felt as though I was floating on air.
Lev’s lips and tongue persisted along the curve of my neck as pleasure met pain, freedom met imprisonment from his firm and unbreakable grip. “Don’t hurt me,” I begged as Ezrah stripped my jeans and sweatpants down, and I let them.
I let them seduce me. I could scream. I could bite, kick, or stick my fingernails into their flesh to get away, but I didn’t. I wanted to feel something, anything. I wanted these two men, who were my worst enemies take me to another level of pleasure. Just once. Let this happen just once.
Ezrah moved the vibrator along my trembling thighs as another flash filled the space, and this time, Ezrah noticed and looked up at the skies as ominous clouds loomed. “Storm coming,” he breathed as I released a sharp gasp as the vibrator touched the soft flesh around my pussy.
He quickly concluded that the flash was caused by lightning, but I felt it came from the ground, not from the sky. Lev kept my mouth and upper body occupied and blocked my view of the surrounding bushes.
I swallowed over my nerves as a struggle took place internally, a battle of might, where I wanted to run away from the gratifying and sensual circus claiming my body.
The vibrator shivered against my clit over my sodden panties, and I wrestled against Lev’s hold on me, but I longed for more. They had to finish what they started, and I pushed my body against the vibrator, urging him to go further.
Warm breath and soft tongue raptured down the curve of my neck, drawing out anger, resentment, and lust. “I fucking hate you,” I snarled, as Ezrah massaged the vibrator over my clit as my breath growing higher-pitched and desperate as the impending orgasm waved up and down my body.
I tried to snatch the rod to guide it inside me, but Lev’s arms restrained me, then shifted his weight on his feet and adjusted his grip on me, before continuing to kiss along my neck.
“So, it looks like it’s all in good working order,” Ezrah switched the vibrator off, then stood up.
“What?” I shrilled in horror. “You stopped. Why did you stop?”
Lev’s body trembled as a breathy chuckle exuded from him as if it was all just a game of torment.
“Oh? What?” Ezrah teased. “You want me,” patted his chest, “crowned the most hated by you,” using the vibrator to point at me, “and want me to keep going? Jeez, Lev, I think Stabby has a change of heart.”
“Maybe she doesn’t hate us after all,” Lev added, amused.
Ezrah leaned in close so his lips were only an inch away from mine, eyes drilled into my skull, smirk on his handsome dial. “Say please,” he whispered so quietly that I barely heard him. “Say please, Stabby.”
I exhaled, then raised my leg about to kick him, but he caught my ankle and held it tight in his fisted hand. “I’ve changed my mind,” I declared sternly. “I’m not interested in anything fromyou scumbags, so release me. Keep your vibrator and release me.”
“She’s changed her mind, Lev,” he spoke as if I wasn’t there.
“I suspect she’s not telling the truth,” Lev rationalized.
“Yes, I am,” I demanded, trying to wrangle my claimed ankle off the Warwick prick.
Ignoring me, “I reckon she’s lying,” Ezrah stated, “It was only a few days ago when I saw her,” ran his finger down my cheek to my lips, where he brushed his thumb along my bottom lip, “pleasuring herself,” he lowered his tone to a whisper, “while watching me,” then pressed his lips against mine and my back arched in response to his touch, giving myself away.
“Nope,” I snapped when Ezrah broke the kiss, and a sigh released from my lips.
To disguise my body betraying me, I wrestled with Lev, trying to bite his arm wrapped around my chest, but I couldn’t reach. Damn. My knife was in my bag on the picnic bench, and I hoped that Ezrah wouldn’t think to check it. They took my gun away, so they won’t hesitate to take my knife as well. Assholes.
