Barrett came to a stop at my head, now resting at the edge of the countertop. His distressed jeans sagged around his hips, the deep V carving a path along his lower stomach before disappearing beneath his boxers. Micah’s hand slid up to my neck, his thumb brushing over the tingling bitemark he’d left before he dragged his bloodied thumb over my lip, smearing blood across my skin. A rush of need pooled between my thighs, and his sky-blue eyes darkened with desire as I held his hungered gaze. He lowered himself, trailing kisses between my breasts, down my sternum, along my stomach, and I panted as each kiss dragged me into a torrent of need.
Barrett’s steel eyes fell on me, lips parted as his eyes roamed to watch Micah taste and nip at my skin. I let out a shaky breath as Barrett traced his finger up my arm, over my collarbone, the roughness of his thumb combined with Micah’s lips making me shiver. Barrett slid his hand up my throat before he tilted my chin, forcing my gaze to him as he grazed his thumb over my lower lip. I drew his thumb into my mouth, rolling my tongue over it before sucking as I tasted my blood on him. His chest expanded as he drew in a sharp breath, and his skin warmed, the room heating as his steel eyes turned molten.
Micah’s fingers slid beneath the top of my lace underwear as he lowered himself between my legs, and I drew in a breath as Barrett took hold of my wrists, anchoring them to the counter. Their eyes met, and my heart roared in my chest as Micah worked my underwear down my legs inch by torturous inch. Barrett pulled my hands above my head, fastening them together in one hand before reaching with his free hand for my bra. He pushed the lace down, exposing one of my breasts before rolling his thumb over my tender nipple. My back arched, my lips parting as I moaned.
A deep hum of satisfaction rumbled from Barrett’s throat, his hooded eyes tracking my every movement, every twitch as he rolled my nipple between his fingers, every whimper as Micah dragged his teeth and lips up the inside of one of my thighs. My mind swam in ecstasy, my skin tingling at the feel of them dragging me toward the edge of a cliffside I’d desperately wanted to leap from, had fought and resisted for too long.
My eyes dropped to Micah between my thighs, watching me with hungry eyes as he hovered inches from where I wanted to feel him. He looped his arms around my thighs, spreading me wider for him before he ran his tongue up my center, flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue. I gasped, and Barrett lowered himself, giving me no time to gain control of myself as he rolled his tongue around the taut peak of my breast before bringing it between his teeth.
I moaned, my head falling to the side as my body writhed. Micah anchored my thighs, Barrett anchored my wrists as they tasted me, giving me no room to shy away from the pleasure they demanded.
“Gods, you look so perfect between us,” Micah whispered against my heated flesh, his eyes wholly locked on me and Barrett as Barrett continued to nip and suck at my breast.
My stomach tightened, body winding like a cord about to snap as he worked his tongue against my clit in heavy strokes, building me higher and higher until I cried out, my release rolling through me. Barrett rose, his eyes burning into me as I writhed beneath him and Micah.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come,” Barrett growled as he watched me collapse, in a shaking mess on the countertop. “So fucking beautiful.”
Barrett released my wrists as Micah rose and slid his hands under my back to pull me off the counter. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me toward our bedroom. Barrett stalked after us, like a hungry beast eager to devour me body and soul. I wanted nothing more than that, to be devoured by them both until nothing remained.
My hold on Micah tightened as I imagined them both, the haze lifting for a moment to leave me rational enough to face the reality of what his presence meant. It didn’t matter, whether this was right or wrong. I was theirs, had always been. Every fiber of my being was lost to both Micah and Barrett, no matter how much I had tried to deny it, no matter how much I fought it. That intangible presence in my chest swelled, pulling me to Barrett, while the binding tattoo between my breasts pulled me to Micah, my heart divided between the two.
Maybe it didn’t have to be one or the other. Just as I was theirs, perhaps they could be...mine.
Micah captured my lips with his, his tongue sweeping in to taste me, and I moaned against his mouth as Barrett came up behind me, his hands molding against the skin of my hips as he nipped at my shoulder.
Barrett stepped to the side before Micah eased me onto the bed. He reached around to undo the clasps of my bra while I fumbled with the zipper of his jeans. I held our kiss, giving him no chance to break away, our tongues dancing.
I shoved his jeans and boxers down, his hard cock popping free, and I took him into my hands, feeling every ridge and ripple of the thick veins along his shaft, the thick, proud head. He grabbed my wrists, halting me before releasing his hold to grasp my hips and push me further onto the bed. The sound of a zipper followed by the whisper of Barrett’s jeans hitting the floor drew my attention to where he watched from the other side of the bed.
My eyes fell to his cock, full and hard for me, and I swallowed, heart skipping a beat as I imagined what he would feel like, what his skin would feel like against mine, what he tasted like. Micah hooked my chin, pulling me back to him before his hand slid down to my hip to tug me onto my side to face him, the sheets brushing against our naked skin. His eyes shifted to Barrett, and he nodded. My heart threatened to explode when the bed dipped as Barrett climbed in behind me. Barrett’s hands roamed up my back, fingers brushing against the nape of my neck before ensnaring in my hair to tilt my head back.
“You want both of us right, my love?” Micah asked, his eyes burning into mine as he gripped my chin, his thumb brushing over my lower lip.
I hesitated, the truth lingering on my tongue, but before I could think better of it, I whispered, “Yes.”
Micah dragged his hand down my side, sweeping over my ass before descending further to hook his hand under my knee and drag it over his hip. He guided his cock between us as I grabbed his arm, feeling his biceps bulge beneath my touch as he slid himself along my center, coating himself in my wetness.
The sound of a bottle top being popped reached my ears before Barrett leaned in to whisper in my ear. “Relax for me,kelisa.”
My heart jolted at the word. Most beautiful. Surely, he hadn’t meant to say that. He kissed my neck, drawing my mind back into the haze, and my eyes fell closed as a breath escaped my lungs. His fingers slid to my ass, and before I could think too deeply, Micah plunged himself inside me. My head fell back, a moan bursting from my lips as he filled me.
“You think you can take us both?” Micah asked, his voice low and raw as he slid out of me, drawing himself to the tip before thrusting deeper, seating himself inside me.
“I think she can,” Barrett whispered as his lips brushed against the shell of my ear.
Their hands slid over my sides, my waist, my hips, before I felt Barrett’s hand slide down to guide himself inside. I tensed at the intrusion as he worked himself into me in gentle, shallow thrusts as Micah filled me and receded. Micah kissed me tenderly, his hand cupping my cheek as Barrett worked himself into me, and when he filled me fully, he bit down on my throat.
“Barrett!” I cried out, my back arching, and as he withdrew, nearly pulling out, Micah plunged himself deep, dragging another moan from my lips. “Gods, Micah.”
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Barrett growled against my neck.
Micah smiled against my lips before releasing me. “And she’s all ours.”
This couldn’t be real; this had to be a dream.
They worked in tandem, Barrett’s thrusts in opposition to Micah’s, a fight for ground as they worked themselves into me in deep thrusts. They filled me with such pleasure, I couldn’t think of how I’d lived without it all these years. I wanted more of it, all of it, wanted to feel them against me always. Something wound itself around a deeper part of me, winding tighter and tighter, drawing me closer to Barrett as his fingers dug into my hips, his moving against my ass as he pounded into me, losing himself as he drew closer to his finish.
I twisted, my hand rising to tangle my fingers in his blond hair as I pulled him closer, capturing his lips with mine, tasting him, tasting me. He growled against my lips, his thrusts growing more demanding as Micah kissed my collarbone, moaning my name as he drove himself into me as well.
