I stay frozen, staring up, my whole body breaking into nervous heat from being tucked between them. Earlier, I slipped back into my gym clothes, but without a bra, just an oversized T-shirt and loose sports shorts. My right thigh rests against Kasien’s, bare skin on bare skin. My left shoulder is pressed to Adrien’s chest. Their heads are so close I can feel both of their breaths feathering against my neck.
My chest rises and falls too fast, almost shaking.
Do they see how fucking nervous I am? Of course they do. Should I get up? Crawl back to my suite and pretend I have dignity?
I don’t want to. Ineverwant to leave this bed.
Then Adrien moves—lifting his left hand, reaching across me, and placing it on top of Kasien’s right hand.
Holy shit. It’s happening.
He guides Kasien’s hand across my stomach, settling it right where my shirt has ridden up. Electricity shoots from that single touch through my whole body, pooling low in my core.
I glance down—both their hands on me. One scarred and ruined in the hottest way imaginable, the other smooth, veiny, inked black. Both right on my belly.
Fuck.
My breathing goes so shallow I have to part my lips just to get any air in. I still don’t move, but I don’t stop them either. Kasien’s hand stays on my stomach, heavy, warm, familiar in away that hits me like a memory. His scars feel like his signature written on my skin.
Adrien’s hand slides off his and drifts up to Kasien’s neck, nudging him gently, guiding him closer to me, and then finally, Kasien’s lips touch my neck. I gasp at the jolt of it. His mouth trails along my skin, slow, deliberate, and then I feel his tongue—warm, soft, tasting the sweat on my neck.
And then another mouth finds the other side.
Adrien.
His lips hit me harder, tongue rougher, devouring, kissing the opposite side of my neck like he’s claiming it.
My whole body starts to squirm. Kasien catches a piece of my skin between his teeth and bites just enough to send a sharp shot of pleasure straight down into my pussy.
Adrien, on the other side, is softly sucking at my artery, their mouths working on my neck at the same time force a moan out of me before I can stop it.
Oh my God.
My pussy is throbbing, hard, I want to touch it myself. I need to.
Adrien still has his hand on Kasien’s neck while they both kiss along my throat, and somehow that mix of dominance, heat and pressure sends my eyes rolling back. Then Kasien takes one of my hands and guides it under my T-shirt.
I circle my hard nipple, and for a moment his middle finger is on top of mine, following the same motion, then he lets go and slides his own hand back down to my belly.
Adrien’s hand leaves Kasien’s neck, and in the same second, both of them curl their fingers under the waistband of my shorts, tugging it down my legs. I bend my knees willingly to help them pull the fabric off me completely. Their movements are slow, careful, like they’re checking my reaction at every pause. And I’m telling them yes with every breath of my body.
I’m left in nothing but black panties and an oversized T-shirt rolled up to my boobs, barely covering anything. My fingers keep circling my nipple, my other hand uselessly wandering beside me, not knowing where to land, wanting to touch everything at once.
Kasien puts his hand back on my stomach. Adrien’s hand settles on top of his, and then—
Oh fuck.
He guides both their hands under the hem of my panties.
Oh my God.
I whimper. Their kisses, their sucking and biting on my neck, their combined hands cupping my pussy—it’s almost enough to send me over the edge already. My mouth falls open, gasps slipping out without my permission. My legs are still bent, knees touching.
“Open up for us,” Kasien whispers into my ear, then catches my earlobe between his teeth. I obey instinctively, parting my legs just enough for them to slip their fingers inside me.
One each.
“Fuck—” it comes out strained, almost desperate, as my body struggles to take them both in, my voice breaking on the sudden stretch.
