Thirty-One
Violet
The room heated upfaster than that rush of heat you get when you stick your head in the oven to pull your food out.OnlyIwas apparently the food, given the hungry looks they were giving me.
It had taken a lot for me to admit that I had wanted to pleasure them because saying—hey, I really want to touch your penis—wasn’t really something normal people said.But I’d been curious, and even though I was seriously inexperienced, that didn’t mean that I hadn’t enjoyed sex occasionally when I had it.
Comparing my previous sexual partners to Asher and Enzo felt like comparing apples to footballs.There was nothing similar between them, which had been a real eye-opener for me when they made me orgasm so easily.If I had been having experiences like that before, I might have been a totally different person than I was today.
“Someone say something or shoot me and put me out of my misery,” I groaned, staring at the floor as the awkward silence fell around us.I knew I shouldn’t have admitted that out loud, but I also knew that things would never progress between us if I didn’t speak up and tell them what I wanted.That was what they had asked me to do.
Before I could say anything else, Asher leaned in, cradled my head in his hands, and kissed me.The air rushed out of me as I parted my lips and teased his tongue with mine.I moaned softly at the touch of Enzo’s hands on me as he slid his hand under my shirt and grazed my stomach while his fingers brushed against my breasts.
My body was on full alert to their every touch as my need to touch them grew.I could feel the ache building between my thighs and tried to close my legs, but Asher refused to let me as he pushed his body closer to mine, pinning them open.
“You’re fucking beautiful when you’re turned on,” he whispered in my ear before nipping it and licking along the column of my neck.“I bet you’re so wet for us already, aren’t you, baby?”
I let out another moan, not bothering to stifle it as Enzo’s hand slid up and cupped my breast while his finger rubbed against my puckered nipple.Asher kissed my neck, stopping every few seconds to bite gently, but it was enough to make me desperate for more.
“I want you to do something for me,” Asher said, pulling back slightly to look at me.
“Anything,” I panted, not even caring what he might be asking.I was wet and needy, and he had to have the cure for what I needed right now.
He raised his eyebrows and smirked as he watched me.
“I want you to sit on my face and let me eat your pussy.”
I jolted forward as Enzo pinched my nipple between his fingers, nearly driving me over the edge as I processed Asher’s words.
“I...oh my...I can’t—”
“I don’t want to hear that you can’t,” Asher said sternly as his hands gripped my thighs, bringing my attention back to him.“You can, and I really hope that you will.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Trust me, you won’t.”
“How are you going to breathe if I’m on your face?”I asked as Enzo kissed my shoulder and gently massaged my breast before moving to the other one.
“I’ll be able to breathe just fine.”He grinned the lopsided grin that I loved so much, making me fall even harder for him.“So, do you think you can do that for me?”
I shrugged, failing to process anything while Enzo tortured my body in the best way possible.It felt like Asher was askingmeto dohima favor, yet I was the one who would benefit.
I knew that if I wanted to push myself more and explore what I liked and didn’t like, then I needed to take chances, even if that chance was suffocating my roommate by sitting on his face.
