"Could this be hell?" Constantine asked. "Being here with us?"
Kansas's finger swirled around my clit, and despite wanting to feel ashamed, embarrassed, and push him away, I couldn't. I closed my eyes and rested my head back against Constantine's chest.
"Speak up, princess," Kansas demanded.
And there it was. A clue. Flashes came to my mind every time they called me princess while in the throes of passion. I should have known. It was too specific to be a coincidence. Why hadn't I realized?
"What are you doing?" I gasped as Constantine pushed his leg between mine, spreading my thighs open. Kansas took that opportunity to move deeper into me, sliding a finger inside me. "We can't—"
"Who is we?" Constantine peppered kisses across my neck, making me shiver. His hand went to my breast, teasing my hard nipple. "Because we can do whatever we want together."
"Together?" I gasped, trying to understand what they were saying. One man had his hand inside me; the other's cock was pressed against my ass.
Constantine hummed. "It's fitting that we started here together, and now, we'll finish together." The double entendre in his words sent my heart fluttering again. My gaze fell to the bed on the floor. For a moment, I was thrown back in time to when the mattress we had all shared was filthy, littered with mildew, and had no blankets. But this was different. We were reclaiming this room on our terms.
Kansas pulled away, and Constantine dropped his arms.
"What do you want, Eisley?" Constantine asked.
"You, both of you." I nodded. "I can't give one of you up for the other."
"We're not asking you to," Kansas said. "If you want us both, then you'll get us both. Lead the way."
Did I really want this? Two men at once? My eyes went from one to the other, and my stomach stopped twisting and relaxed. It was the easiest answer ever. With these two, yes.
I dropped my knees onto the bed and crawled forward, sitting up. I rested my hands on my thighs and waited for them to join me.
They stood side by side for a moment, and I took their glorious bodies in. For a moment, I was alarmed at how similar their Y-shaped scars were, but their beauty made me forget just as quickly. Both rigid, toned arms and stomach, both scarred, tattooed and dangerous. Both perfection.
"What do I do?" I asked, shrinking into myself. It was embarrassing, not knowing where to start. Constantine reached for his already unbuttoned pants and shoved them down his thighs, taking his boxers with him. His cock sprang out as if it had been waiting for a lifetime for this very moment.
Kansas removed the mask and pulled his glasses out from his back pocket, sliding them back onto his face. Then, he dropped the rest of his clothing too. The men stood nude, hard, and staring at me as if I were their dinner and they'd been starved for far too long.
Kansas moved first, stepping onto the bed behind me and pulling me to his chest. Constantine followed but crawled in front of me.
Kansas slid his hands down my body, still damp and dirty from the storm. He reached the edge of my dress and began to pull it up, slowly, unveiling my body. I raised my arms and allowed him to free me from the ruined nightgown. With his knees, he nudged me to sit on my ass and began peppering my neck and shoulders with his kisses.
Constantine, with little prompting, took my thighs and spread them, diving his body between them. I gasped as his tongue began lapping at my arousal, while Kansas massaged my breasts, pinching my nipples.
The pleasure was everywhere as both men ravaged me with their mouths. There was so much sensation, I couldn't focus on just one, and they began to blend in one beautiful mess of pleasure.
Kansas shifted so he could kiss my breasts, licking a nipple and then taking it into his mouth. Constantine ran his teeth along my clit, and I screamed out in ecstasy as my orgasm came swiftly, rippling through my body. Constantine sat up with a grin and leaned over to kiss me, shoving his tongue in my mouth so I could taste myself.
"More," I gasped. I wasn't done. I couldn't be. My core ached with the need to be filled.
"More? I think we can do that," Constantine said.
Kansas stood and exited the room without an explanation.
"He'll be back. Come." He patted the bed. His cock, sticking straight up in the air, looked massive and intimidating. "I want you to sit on my lap, facing me."
I stared at it for a moment, but Kansas returned, and I relaxed. I saddled Constantine and nervously reached for him.
"It's okay, princess." Constantine smirked. "We're going to do all the work, you just need to get up on top." He lifted my hips and helped situate his cock at my entrance, and then slowly, I began to slide down, taking in every inch of him.
I shuddered at the new sensation. It felt so different from this position. He was deeper, more snug, and the pleasure was so much more intense. Kansas rejoined us and reached for my hips.
"Come on, princess, fuck him for me."
