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 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 ever so slowly 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 along my neck, 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 deep and possessively along a spot he seems to be rather fond of.
I am too. 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 breaths are along my inner thighs. Roman holds me carefully while Avian kneels before me. 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 uncontrollable pleasure.
Until a warm mouth slides over his fingers, and along my folds as Avain laps up all of my dripping wetness with the flat of his greedy tongue. The gasp that trembles out of me is nearly a scream. Roman stops thrusting with his palm but he remains firmly deep inside me with his fingers pumping rapidly against on single spot until I can’t take it anymore.
I’m soaking down his hand. My arm raises over my head and my nails sink into the flesh of his shoulder behind me. I cling to him desperately as every part of me trembles against him. Echoes of my pleasure climb the walls and cascade around us. Uncontrollable energy thrums through every inch of my body.
Avian’s demanding mouth drinks me in. The two of them never 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, Beautiful,” 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.
Avian pulls me close until my knees bend over his shoulders, his big hands wrap around the small of my stomach, and then he hauls me up in the most unconventional way. I’m practically arched over him, meeting him at eye level. It’s like he can’t bear to release me. Like he’s afraid to leave this place between my thighs for even a second. My hands grapple to hold on to his neck as a smile plays sexily against his lips, and he walks me across the room like that, as if he’s not even close to being done with his time between my thighs.
I pray to the Goddess that he lives there forever.
He smiles so hard at me that a charming dimple appears in his left cheek, and my hand relaxes just enough for my thumb to sweep up and trace that sexy feature near his full lips. His silver eyes are locked on me as he tilts his head and brushes his mouth slowly over the inside of my wrist.
Then he drops me, hands held out at his sides as I free fall down with an unattractive yelp crawling up my throat. My ass bounces against the bed, and I lie there for a moment, staring up at two devilish men smirking down on me like an omen.
Avian steps slightly closer as I’m spread out before him. As for Roman, he’s slowly unbuckling his pants, his penetrating gaze never leaving mine the entire time he unbuttons, hooks his thumbs, and then shoves off the last stitch of formality that was between us.
There’s nothing formal about him and me now. My wetness is bared to them both. And Roman’s cock is so hard it wavers, catching my attention and bringing an ache to my core that I had previously thought they’d soothed.
Not enough, it seems.
“Take your shirt off,” Roman whispers through a growl, his pale eyes shining in the dim lighting with sinister, sensuous intent.
