Several hard beats of my heart pass as I blink up at him before my brain kicks in and I scramble to do exactly as he says. Not only that, but my thoughts go into overdrive, and I take his demanding words and practically echo them right back.
“Take your pants off,” I command of Avian in a loud voice that’s a little too desperate to be ladylike.
Fuck ladylike. Ladylike doesn’t exist here. I’ll save that etiquette for when I’m not still dripping wet from an orgasm two men coerced out of me.
Avian’s slow demeanor is so much more confident and fluid than my flailing undressing. His boyish smile is sexy, and his big hands work below his waist to slide off his pants in a casual display of certainty.
Is he that certain in all aspects of his life? Will he be that confident in just a little while?
Because now, we’re naked.
And my slamming heart is all too aware of what might come next.
“You’re anxious. You’re never anxious…” Roman tilts his head at me with a gentleness smoothing his sharp features. “Come here, Beautiful.”
I lift until I’m on my knees, and my hands find the soft blanket as I crawl to him with my ass swaying just slightly. His dark eyebrows shift higher and that smile on his lips turns devious.
“Not too anxious, it seems,” Avian says, and I have absolutely no idea how he knows what I’m doing, but the way he bites back his smirk tells me he’s very aware.
“I’m not. I’m not nervous.” I peer up at one man and then the other from beneath my thick lashes. I’m aware of my body. I’m aware of my beauty. I’m assured in both. But the dynamics of the three of us are not something I’ve ever considered.
I want—I want to make them feel as safe and happy and so, so fucking good as they make me feel.
Part of me is terrified this could all easily go wrong, and once it goes wrong, nothing will be the same.
So right now, I have to make sure tonight goes so very right.
I hold the smoldering look in Roman’s eyes as my head lowers down the hard panes of his body. My tongue sweeps along the lines there, trailing down, down, down. I don’t look away from him until the smooth tip of his cock kisses my lips and I slide my tongue ever so slowly up and then down the throbbing length of him. His exhale is a shaking sound that fills my mind as I close my eyes. My mouth opens to take his rigid shaft as deep as my throat will let me. My hand against his hip steadies the bobbing of my head, and despite the sexy groan he releases, it’s not enough.
It never will be.
Not when we’re like this.
My other hand reaches, and I feel Avian’s hard muscles beneath my fingertip. With a jerk of his hip, I bring him closer.
Closer.
And closer.
And closer.
Until he’s just near enough…for their tips to touch, and my tongue to swirl over one, and then the other.
The whispered groan of curses surprises me when I realize it’s Avian worshiping the wordfuckagain and again. I slide down his shaft and then his friend’s just to do it all over again, simply because I like the way those nasty words sound against his tongue. Avian’s hand sinks through my hair. He controles me with easy guidance until my lips are right where he wants them. And it’s Roman’s cock he pushes my lips over. He forces me to take him deeper until a he’s thrusting against the back of my throat. He does it again and again and again. It’s like he wants to imprint the image of my mouth fucking his best friend. Every time I so much as blink I’ll think of this moment for as long as I live.
The idea of that alone is what pulses a demanding neediness through the sensitive spot just between my thighs.
And as if he senses that too, Avian pulls my hair hard and doesn’t stop until I’m looking up at him with hooded eyes and gasping lips.
“Come here,” Avian rasps, taking a seat at my side, spreading his legs wide and not waiting a single second for me to comply. His lazy smirk press softly to my swollen lips with a slow, messy kiss. He drags me roughly by the hair right where he wants me. My legs straddle his, but he tilts my head back harder just to kiss up the column of my throat and along my ear.
“You’re so fucking beautiful in ways people will never see, Cers.” He whispers that sentiment and it’s tinged with sweet aggression. The possessiveness of his words shivers over my skin. The mixture of kindness and control in his tone is a form of lust I’ve never heard before.
His rough palms skim over my hips, and he lifts me, my chest brushing over his slowly as he slips his tongue along my neck in a form of distracting delicious kisses. He sucks and bites and caresses my skin, and my hands meet his strong shoulders as he lowers me ever so slowly back down against his thickness.
His tip slides over my wetness and pulls a cutting sigh from my lungs as his hardness slides against my clit just right. He takes his time teasing there, as if it’s just to hear me breathe my approval out on shaking gasps and groans.
Another set of warm hands trail down my sides, over my breasts and along my ribs before gripping my hips and shoving me down ever so slowly. Avian’s thickness stretches me good, and the soundless pleasure against my lips turns to a long shaking scream I can’t contain.
