“There is no turning back,” Deshawn finished Oliver's thought, then continued. “You belong to neither of us…” he paused, just long enough for his words to sink in. Then his gaze sharpened, “…we belong to you.”
And in that instant, I understood; this wasn’t about choice.
It was about surrender.
I nod in agreement just as their hands began to move simultaneously, undressing me like they’d worked together a million times before.
Deshawn’s hand slowly trailed from my shoulder to my stomach, the tip of his finger just barely brushing my nipple. At the same time, Oliver began to kiss and bite at my neck and the curve of my shoulder.
Deshawn whispered, softly, “Your skin is like silk.”
My breathing became erratic as their hands continued to explore my body.
Deshawn touched his lips to mine.
The kiss wasn’t rushed.
It wasn’t desperate.
It was reverent—like he was offering something fragile and sacred with every touch of his mouth. There was no urgency in it, only a quiet devotion that unraveled my carefully built walls one heartbeat at a time.
When the kiss ended, I was done.
My body ached, and I needed them both at a level that couldn’t possibly be healthy.
Oliver smiled knowingly, and his hands followed the curve of my stomach, and then lower.
I spread my thighs just as Deshawn’s hand trailed behind Oliver's until he spread my pink lips with two fingers.
I gasped and arched my back when Oliver pushed one of his large fingers in my opening… then another joined the first.
“That’s it, Firefly. Let us make you feel good.” Deshawn murmured, biting the shell of my ear.
I was past answering, and when he began to flick my clit, I thought I was going to die of pleasure.
Oliver continued to fuck me with his fingers, slowly moving in and out of my body. “Come for us, La’ u alofagia.”
I had no choice but to obey.
My orgasm tore through me, a loud moan falling from my lips. I might have even blacked out for a moment; the pleasure was so intense.
Before I could catch my breath, Oliver flipped me over and demanded in his deep, rough voice, “Spread your legs.”
I did as he said, knowing my pleasure was far from over.
Oliver entered me abruptly.
“Oh, fuck.” I arch my back, taking him as deep as possible.
Oliver moaned darkly, “Our Nexus feels divine, brother.”
I gasp as his strokes become quicker and so deep I swear I could feel him in my throat.
I felt a hand tip my chin up, and Deshawn was kneeling in front of me, holding his massive cock to my lips. “Can you take me too, Firefly?”
I nodded, not knowing if it was true, but wanting him so badly, I was willing to try.
“Get me good and wet first.” He panted as I began to lick up the side of his dick, pressing my tongue firmly to the veins bulging under the delicate skin.
