"I do not!" I protested as his fingers rolled my nipple until it hardened.
"Oh, really?" Kansas reached between my thighs. "Out of all the times, you let me finger you when we were teens, how many times did you reach for my cock?"
I blinked.
None.
"And have you touched either of ours yet?"
No.
I sat up and crossed my arms. "Well, that's not fair. I just haven't been given the opportunity." "The opportunity?" Kansas laughed and rolled out of bed. "We'll see about that."
Constantine left the room, still naked and beautiful. I tugged the blanket over my bare body and clenched. My entire body ached. I was already missing their touches. I wanted more. I wanted them again. I could feel arousal pooling between my legs again recalling the night before.
They returned in dry jeans. Looking dangerous and sexy.
"We cleaned up some. You want to prove you're not a pillow princess? Show us." Kansas raised an eyebrow. Constantine walked in, holding his knife. He saw my eyes grow wide, and he shrugged. He handed it off to Kansas.
"You never know when you might need it." He winked, and I blushed furiously. Steeling myself, I sat up on my knees on the mattress.
"Fine. Come here."
"Who?" Constantine asked.
"Both of you." My nerves fluttered like butterflies in my belly. "I want—"
"Tell us," Kansas said, stepping toward me, knife in hand. "Tell us what you want to do." With shaky hands, I reached out and tugged on the loops in his jeans.
"I want to suck you off."
"Then do it," he ordered, pointing the tip of the knife toward his zipper. Constantine sat beside me, pulling my hair out of the way.
"You're such a good girl, Eisley."
"I don't know how." My voice trembled as hard as my fingers did, trying to unbutton his pants.
"Why don't you show her," Kansas said to Constantine while continuing to brandish the knife.
My raven-haired husband smirked and moved closer so our faces were inches from Kansas's groin.
"Pull him out and we'll do it together," he said.
I finally got the zipper down, and Kansas’s cock sprang out, hanging between our faces.
Constantine ran his tongue along Kansas’s length, all the while eyeing me.
Kansas let out a low groan and reached for his head, pushing him deeper. It was insanely arousing, and as Constantine continued blowing Kansas, he maintained eye contact and his hand went between my thighs. He pushed apart my folds, sweeping his thumb across my clit. I moaned, and Constantine pulled back from Kansas. He swatted the hand with the knife away.
"You don't need a knife to my throat for me to suck your cock; I'll do it anytime." Constantine chuckled at Kansas. He then nodded at me. "It’s your turn, princess. Suck him off and show us what you’ve learned.”
Nervously, I reached for Kansas’s hardness and brought my body forward to the edge of the bed. My heart beat loudly as I took him into my mouth and tasted him for the first time. It was soft, but rigid. I began to follow what I'd watched Constantine do, and soon, Kansas was moaning my name and urging me to take him deeper.
"That's right. Yes, good girl, Eisley," he moaned.
I closed my eyes and focused on the feeling of Kansas in my mouth. I was enjoying every time he pulsed, and the taste of his come as he dripped every so often.
Constantine sat beside me for only a moment, and once I had a rhythm, he shifted, moving behind me. His hands wandered, pinching my nipples and kissing my shoulders. He pulled my hips back so I was on all fours and then began to stroke my sore but aching flesh. Then he slid a finger inside me.
