Page 60 of Two For One

Grabbing my phone, I checked my bank for an electric charge before I did anything else, so I wouldn’t embarrass myself.

“Don’t move, little witch.”

An arm wrapped around my middle, my body going on full alert. Did they come back to finish the job? I threw my head back, only hitting his shoulder, panicking. The sound of someone else walking towards us made me thrash harder to get away.

“Stay still, little witch,” he said again, as I recognized his voice. “We aren’t done with you yet. We will never be done with you.”

The other person stepped up to me with a Ghostface mask on, holding a purring Maleficent. That traitorous bitch. Ezra put her down gently, crowding me, sandwiching me in between him and O.

He cupped my cheek, putting his finger on my chest, drawing something on my skin. It wasn’t until he got to the e that I realized he wrote ‘not done’. O’s hand was on my stomach, caressing me, going lower.

“I haven’t seen⁠—”

I gasped when one of them cupped my pussy.

“No panties?” O growled. “Stay quiet while we apologize.”

O slipped a finger between my slit.

He stroked my clit slowly as I melted in their arms. I should have been mad, yelling, upset that they scared me, except all I could feel was relief. O pushed me forward, my dress was short, showing off my ass. He slapped it, the noise was loud in my dark apartment, along with the sound of a zipper coming undone.

I moaned, my gut curling in anticipation. O slipped two fingers in my pussy, thrusting into me a few times before replacing it with his cock.

“Fuck!” I yelled, the fullness almost unbearable.

O pulled me up, changing the angle of his thrusts.

“Oh, goddess,” I groaned, already feeling on the edge of an orgasm.

I was so consumed with pleasure, I didn’t notice Ezra on his knees right in front of my pussy, and with one swipe of his tongue, I moaned loudly. They played with my body, plucking each string of pleasure until my orgasm crashed into me.

“Oh!” I moaned.

Ezra sucked my clit hard as O fucked me with deep strokes, prolonging my pleasure until everything became too sensitive. Ezra kissed my clit, standing in front of me, slipping the mask back on, and I reached for the mask to take it off. O kissed my shoulder as he stopped my hand.

“Not yet, little witch, we aren’t done apologizing,” he growled.

“But why?” I groaned, as his hips swiveled, making my body light up again. “You were furious when you⁠—”

“Do you still feel the same?” he asked, thrusting into me. “I know that, with or without the spell, I still choose you.”

I wanted to cry in relief when Ezra picked me up and I wrapped my arms around his neck, breathing in his familiar scent.

“I want you, I want us and whatever this is between us,” a voice spoke as Ezra laid me down. “I’ve never wanted to speak more in my life. I wish I could tell you I love you. You are sunshine when my darkness becomes too much, and you are the darkness I need when the world becomes too big.”

My eyes watered as I realized he was using his phone to tell me what I needed to hear.

“Ezra,” I cried, as he threaded his fingers with mine, bringing my fingers to his lips as he typed on his phone.

“I know it's too soon, but⁠—”

“Never too soon, I think I've been waiting for you for my whole life,” I said interrupting his phone, pulling him forward, grabbing his mask when O stopped me again.

“Chridhe,” O growled.

“I forgive you,” I snapped, wanting to kiss them.

“Not yet,” he said, peeling his shirt off, keeping the mask on and then pushing his pants down.