Jude tilts his jaw, burying himself Vincent’s mouth. Both domineering, they war for control. And when they each touch me, Jude’s hand at my throat, Vincent’s overlapping, my heart staggers in my chest, my pulse racing beneath their hands.
The second I start to inch my hand lower, wanting to sate that ache between my legs, Jude smacks at my wrist. “Oh, no, you don’t. My turn,” he scolds right before he and Vincent both turn me around, switching places.
My eyes go wide as Jude’s stare descends to my center, his eyes heady. “Rosy pink lips, shining with her fluids,” Jude admires.
“So goddamn beautiful, sexy as fuck,” Vincent groans against my back, gripping my chin and holding me up. “Can’t wait to see her stretched around your cock, Jude. And to feel her wrapped around mine, around us both.”
“You are still the most exquisite woman I’ve ever laid eyes upon, Briella,” Jude adds, cupping me, teasing and tormenting with just one finger sliding through my lips. One mere rub of his thick thumb on my clit, and I lurch. “Tonight, we share this pussy. It belongs to us. And we’ll shove ourselves in you so deep until you’re choking on our cocks. We’ll burn you from the inside out. And you will know the shape of us together…inside you…all your life.”
Their dirty talk pulses more desire through me. Jude still hypnotizes and paralyzes me with his hooded eyes. His intensity. Sweat slicks his black skin, painting it with a delicious sheen I want to lick. The diamond-like cut of his cheekbones. Hisperfectly sculpted jaw. I’m at the mercy of two gods. And they will ruin me tonight.
Jude begins…with his tongue of fire. Tantalizing strokes, flaming wet circles. Vincent grows harder while watching his partner eat me out. The moment I start to turn into the bulging crook of his arm, Vincent grips my jaw and forces me to look down. Jude flicks his eyes up, wrecking me with the dangerous intimacy only he can manage.
“Jude!” I gasp as he drags the flat of his scorching tongue along my already engorged bud, mashing it before sucking it between his lips. He explores with purpose, driving me mad with the need tightening inside me. My cunt creams itself, and my inner muscles pulsate, wanting to be filled. I grip onto the sides of his neck, nails raking into the flesh, but there’s no way I could ever move that god-like jaw.
When he sinks his tongue inside to flick my opening and works my clit back and forth with his thumb, the orgasm tears through me like wildfire. I screech through it, riding his tongue, rocking my hips through the indescribable pleasure.
The second I come down, they shift me until I’m straddled between them…but facing Vincent. My hair clings to the sides of my skin, wet with sweat. But embers break out all over my skin as Jude penetrates me from behind, stretching me with all those piercings.
“She’s so damn wet, we don’t need lube.” Jude kisses the side of my neck, amused.
I grip Vincent’s shoulders, digging my nails in as he slides his girth along my pubic lips, then slowly sinks in.
“Have you ever done this?” I ask, moaning as more squeezes through, stretching my opening with a savage burn.
“Yes.” Jude.
“No.” Vincent.
Jude adjusts his hips, leaning closer. An ache grows in me as Vincent forces his way inside. I wince at the tightness, the indescribable pressure threatening to send me over the edge again.
“Holy mother of fuck!” he fumes through his nostrils and stares beyond me. “Can feel you, Jude. Feel all those goddamn piercings.”
“Touch us, Babydoll,” Jude purrs against my ear. “Touch where we’re all joined.”
I do. And Vincent slaps the floor, tipping his head back as I caress both of them.
“God fuck!” Vincent growls, pushing in more, and I whimper.
“Don’t you dare come,” Jude warns, so husky. “Both of you. Donotcome until I tell you to.”
“Fuck, Jude. Fuck!” Vincent grinds his jaw, his body beginning to shudder. “Feels unreal. Unbelievable.”
“I do the driving first.” Jude’s voice resonates in my spine…right before he thrusts.
“Oh, God, you’re so damn bossy,” I mutter, but it turns to a squeal when he grips my hair, yanking it back, hard enough for my vision to blur.
“You were saying?” Jude exhales heat along my face.
I shiver. “No backseat driving, okay, okay!”
“Good girl.” He thrusts again, and I gasp from him sinking in another inch.
When Vincent slides out too quickly, I realize it won’t be over soon. It takes a little time to adjust until they find the perfect rhythm and correct position to keep them both inside me.
And then…they touch me. Thrusting and rocking me, their hands roam all over my body, bruising my hips with their fingerprints, groping my breasts, tweaking and twisting my nipples until they grow hot and sensitive. I find a rhythm, too,riding their erections, clenching as hard as I can around them, still gripping Vincent’s shoulders for dear life.
“Never fucking like this,” Vincent growls before slamming his mouth against mine.
