Cheeks on fire, I shrugged. “I don’t know...”
“Don’t you touch them sometimes?” Eliah asked, head dipping for my lips. “It’s supposed to feel really nice.”
“Especially this part.”
I gasped into Eliah’s mouth with the unexpected sweep of Ames’s fingers across my right nipple.
“Did you like that?” Eliah asked quietly.
Breathing hard, I nodded and earned another brush. This time, the fingers linger. They circle and lightly roll the point.
“Feel it, Eli. They fit so perfectly in my hand.”
Eliah never broke eye contact when following his brother’s quiet murmur. His palm settled over my other breast. The one closest to him. The mound was lightly squeezed before his thumb roamed across that bundle of nerves.
I sucked in a sharp breath that plumped my breasts deeper into their hands. Into the mouth Ames dropped over his and sucked.
“Ames!”
My breathy cry earned me a nip of teeth that had my hips shifting. My thighs pressed together.
“So sweet.”
Ames circled the tip once with his tongue before pulling it in between his lips.
Eliah followed his brother’s motions and took the other side. A little rougher. Teeth, a little sharper. The differences between them had my core rushing with heat. With a sweet ache that made my head fuzzy.
I was still disoriented when Ames drew up. The disconnection of his mouth made me whimper but he wasn’t listening to me. There was a determination on his face as he went up on his knees.
In a fluid motion, his big hands twisted in the fabric of my slip and the whole thing was dragged off my body. Baring me, exposing me to the chill of the room and their heated scrutiny.
My squeak was ignored as the two pushed up to their knees on either side of me to observe their handiwork. I tried to cover up.
“Don’t.” Eliah brushed my hands away. “We’ve wanted to see you like this for so long.”
The thought sent a thrill through me.
“We’ve wanted to do so many things to you,” Ames added, voice gruff.
Hungry.
I want to ask like what, but timidness kept my lips together, giving them full access to run their hands and mouths all across every inch. There didn’t seem to be a direction to their purpose, only to explore and taste. To count each rib with their tongues, every freckle with their lips. They traced hills to valleys with their fingers, drifting lower. Following their true purpose to the only strip of fabric covering me.
“I’m older,” Ames breathed, peering over my torso at his brother.
That was the same declaration he made every time a decision needed to be made. Like those four minutes between them trumped all else, and it must have because Eliah never argued. He simply accepted and watched as the other man pulled my panties down and pushed my thighs wide.
I was so wet.
I could feel it just in the rush of cool air tickling the moisture as I was opened.
Being twenty and them twenty-two didn’t give any of us the knowledge we needed for what we were doing. Books and flimsy explanations from tutors never prepared us for that moment or what was expected next. We all seemed to be learning in the moment, but they were far more certain. Their touches were so sure. Like they had been prepared for this and knew exactly what needed to be done.
I simply lay there and let them take their fill. Let them light every inch of me on fire.
“This is ours,” Ames decided, crudely parting my lips to show his brother my opening. “This is where we put our babies inside her.”
My eyes had gone wide at the bold statement. We had never discussed babies. I knew it was up to us — mainly them — to continue the Usher line but…
