“Tell me this is okay.” Memphis bites my earlobe after his demand, and my back arches again roughly. His hips are right there to meet me, as if he expected the response.
I sigh out the only phrase rattling around in my head. “Yes, sir.” He fists my long dark hair and tugs backwards, pulling me away from Oswald’s kiss.
“That’s my sweet girl, but those words are mine, you only answer to me that way, understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I reply easily as Oswald moves his kisses down my chin and neck until he’s kissing a path to my breast. When he takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks, my clit throbs so hard, I think I’m about to come, but I don’t. Instead, I let out a little whimper.
“Christ, when was the last time you got yourself off?” Oswald murmurs between kisses and sucking on me.
I squeeze my thighs together and feel the heat of Memphis’ palm covering the center of my panties, but I need more than that. “Why? Does that make it harder?” I whisper.
“To come? No, baby. I can just tell how badly you need us,” Oswald tells me as Memphis moves his hand a little, prompting me to release the death grip I have on him squeezed between my thighs. He takes advantage by lifting my leg and hooking my knee over his thigh. The hem of my shorts is loose enough that he can slip his hand in and push aside my panties.
My instinct is to close my legs, but Memphis sinks his teeth into my shoulder, and all the tension in my body eases as my head falls back. The first brush of his fingertip under my panties has me holding my breath. He makes an appreciative humming sound, and I exhale on a sigh.
I feel the waistband of my shorts shift, and when I look down, I see Oswald pulling on the stretchy fabric, creating a space where he can look down my body and see into my shorts. It must not be enough, though, because in the next second, he’s trying to push the material off my hips as he continues to move lower.
Memphis’ hand, which is still barely teasing me, is the only thing that stops Oswald from getting my shorts and panties off easily. I sure don’t offer any resistance as he tugs. Eventually, Memphis moves his fingers, and the fabric slips down my legs to be kicked under the covers somewhere near our feet.
My heart is beating so fast, my words sound a little funny when I say, “I haven’t…um…”
“Never?” Memphis asks darkly, then nips me again with his teeth. Why do I like the way that feels so much?
“No, not even this,” I admit readily. I need them to know I have no idea what I’m doing.
“What about this?” Oswald runs his tongue up my center between my legs, and I gasp while reaching for his head to pull him back up in the same breath.
“No,” I whisper breathily. My voice betrays my conflicting emotions. That felt amazing, terrifying, and different than anything I’ve ever felt or imagined. My clit is actually tingling, and he didn’t even touch it.
Oswald wraps his hand over my hip and tugs me to the side a little so my back is leaning against Memphis’ chest, then he climbs over my bad leg, careful of the air cast, and places himself between my open thighs.
When he looks up at me, I can just make out the seriousness of his face in the dim light, and all his usual humor and lightheartedness is gone. “I’m going to lick your pussy until you come on my tongue.”
“Um…”
“Shhh.” Memphis places his hand over my mouth, stifling the words that were eluding me, and murmurs near my ear, “Let him taste you, sweetness. If you want him to stop, I’ll know. I promise you’re safe with us.”
Oswald looks over my shoulder at his brother, then dips his head down and licks me again, but this time, his tongue slips a little deeper and I nearly come up off the mattress. If he weren’t holding my thighs down, I might have.
Before I can decide if I want him to stop or not, he swirls the tip of his tongue around my clit, and I groan behind Memphis’ hand. My breaths are coming hard and fast, but his hand over my mouth doesn’t loosen.
“Tell me how she tastes.” Memphis licks up the side of my neck, and the dueling feelings tighten my stomach, forcing another whimper up my chest.
Oswald jerks me closer to his mouth by tugging my hips down, and his words are muffled as he grates out, “Delicious, sweet. Even better knowing she will only ever be ours.”
“You hear that, sweetness? My mouth is watering just thinking about it.” Memphis kisses my shoulder, tracing his tongue over my skin again as if to prove his words.
Oswald pushes my leg up a little, and I feel his face press against me as his tongue slips up and down my slit. I’m so wet, I can feel it dripping down to the bed. I don’t even know if I should be embarrassed, but my mind can’t focus on that anyway. I’m too busy wondering why my legs are starting to shake and why I feel so lightheaded.
I know I’m lost the second my hips lift off the bed to get closer to Oswald’s mouth. He tilts his head up as if he’s watching me, but I can’t see his eyes in the dark. I’m not sure I could handle that anyway. There’s a little safety in knowing he can’t see me clearly either.
When he swirls his tongue again, I reach for Memphis’ wrist because I know I’m about to come. He starts to move his hand from my mouth, but I sink my teeth into the side of his palm to keep in the sounds threatening to spill from my lips. Still, I moan around his hand, and the shaking in my legs intensifies until I can’t handle it anymore. I release my bite and open my mouth to let out soft cries and groans as he continues to lick me even more feverishly.
As the feeling of euphoria starts to wane, I become aware of the ache in my ankle because I’m using my heel to hold me up. I drop back to the mattress a panting mess and feel chilled wetness under my butt. I almost move, but I don’t want either of them to feel it, so I pretend it’s not there while I try to catch my breath.
Oswald inches his way up my body, caging me as he does so, and leans his weight down on me. I can smell me on him and see his damp lips. The way he’s looking down at me is so intense, I don’t need light to feel his gaze.
His boxers offer very little barrier as his hard-on pushes against my center. I’m still so sensitive, I make a little gasping sound. He leans down and slides his tongue into my mouth, kissing me with sloppy abandon, and when he jerks away, my lips are wet. “Kiss him.”
