“Nah. I don’t feel pain. It was nothing.”
Asher’s hands are back on me. Shifting in close behind me, he kisses my shoulder as his hands run up and over my tits. “He’s not shitting you. He was born like that.”
I glance back at him. “You guys are serious.”
Cruz grins. “Deadly, baby.”
I keep stroking him, wondering how that is even a thing. But I saw what he was like after being stabbed. He was out of it but not acting like he was in pain. Then he fucked me like nothing had happened to him and refused painkillers.
Asher pinches my nipple, toying with me, and I groan, wanting him to just fill me up already. This all feels so natural and normal when I know it shouldn’t, the three of us chatting while we’re butt naked. Neither of them is in a rush to intensify the situation, but my throbbing pussy is desperate. I push back into him.
“It’s why he’s a total psycho.” Asher laughs, holding me impossibly close as he plays with me, not taking the hint of me pressing my ass into his cock. But he’s so close I can feel his massive erection rubbing against my pussy, and I know he must have taken off his briefs.
“Hey.” Cruz laughs as well. His hands moving to my ass, and he tugs me forward so our eyes lock again. “He’s not wrong. You can do whatever you want to me, and I’ll enjoy it.” His hand brushes between my legs, and he pushes two fingers deep inside me.
“Mmm,” I moan into Asher’s lips as he kisses me. The two of them take delight in teasing me deliciously. “When is one of you going to screw me already?” I whisper when he pulls back from our kiss.
“When you beg me for it.” Ash sinks his teeth into my earlobe.
I can’t help the breathy cry that leaves my lips. I’m so damn turned on it’s almost painful. I need one of them to fill me up, but the jerk is holding back because he said I would be begging him for it by the end of the night. “I won’t,” I murmur.
Cruz slides his fingers out of me, sliding my arousal over my clit, toying with me.
“You will.” Ash slides his cock through my juices, so close to pushing inside of me. But he stops.
My heart races like crazy, and my head spins. I want him so badly, but I’m not begging for it. I lower my head and take Cruz in my mouth again. Sucking him as far down my throat as I can to distract myself.
Ash places kisses down my back, then over my ass cheeks. He knocks my legs out wider, his hands stroking up the inside of my thighs. His touch is everything; his kiss is everywhere. He’s driving me wild, and I almost can’t stand it. My arousal drips down the inside of my legs. “You can try to deny it, little princess, but your body is already begging me.” He smears my juices just to prove it. He moves his hands everywhere except where I want them to be.
I try to concentrate on Cruz, but I’m in a world of pain, needing something, anything, to take away the ache between my legs. “You going to beg him, little darlin’?”
I shake my head, and Cruz’s laughter fills the air. His fingers tangle in my hair as he grips me tighter.
Then the warmth of Asher’s body is gone from behind me, and I hear him open my closet door. I pull off Cruz. “What are you doing?” I ask, looking over my shoulder.
“Finding your hidey hole for these.” He comes back into the room with the stack of three adult toys he gifted me.
I jump off the bed and go after him, trying to take the toys back. “Not happening, Ash.”
His eyes lock with mine, a playfulness in them that tells me this is all some game to him and he’s never going to back down. “Then beg me to fuck you.”
“Also not happening.”
As I try to grab for them, he tosses one of the boxes to Cruz. With a mischievous-as-hell grin, Cruz hops off the bed and disappears into the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” I call after him, nervous butterflies taking flight throughout my body.
As I gape back at Ash, he brushes past me, holding the boxes high above my head. “Making sure you know how to use these. It’s a sad shame they are still locked up tight in their boxes. You could be living your best life.” He passes the other two boxes to Cruz in the bathroom and then returns his full attention to me. His eyes run leisurely over my body, a gleam that tells me he’s imagining all the dirty, depraved things he wants to do to me.
His look of pure sin lights up something within me. I can’t help but enjoy the way he looks at me. They all say he’s a womanizer, that he has a new girl on his arm every night. But right now, I feel like the only girl in the world. I run my eyes down his body as well, taking in his massive cock. He’s hard and thick, and I can’t help but lick my lips. No piercings like his brother, but I can live with that.
“All your dirty dreams could come true if you just say the words, little princess.”
“I’m not begging you, Ash.”
His grin widens. “You will.” He closes the gap between us. His hands coming to my ass, he picks me up and presses me into the wall behind. His lips locking on mine. We make out until I’m panting, and I know he’s right. There is going to come a time when I can’t stand all this foreplay anymore, and I’m going to give in. The way he kisses me alone drives me wild. He drops his face and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, grazing his teeth over the sensitive flesh as he pulls away.
Cruz’s footsteps sound from behind me, but from the position Asher has me in, I can’t see what he’s doing. Suddenly, though, I’m nervous. These two are about to turn me into their plaything, and I willingly signed up for it.
