Was that only yesterday?
“Ohmahgah—,” I breathe my mishmash of words into Ezra’s neck and he chuckles at my obvious predicament.
“You alright there, baby?” He laughs. It’s that same moment though, that Phoenix bites me on my inner thigh. It’s not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make me moan.Loudly. “Bedroom?” He asks, all traces of humor gone, earning a swift nod from me. He speaks now with more urgency, his tone darker, and my clit throbs in response. “Move it, Nix. You’re working our girl up and now we need to help her out.”
“No arguments here,” Phoenix agrees, and before I know it I’m in the air, landing on my fluffy duvet and laughing joyously.
An overwhelming sense of glee has consumed me now that I’ve shared my scariest truths and that weight has been lifted. I’ll need to have this conversation with the others as well, but I think it was only fitting that I started with these two. They understand in ways that I’m not sure the others will. Them singing to me last night had affected me all the way down to my core, and now it feels like we’ve come full circle and get to celebrate our accomplishments as a team.
I lift my arms over my head and close my eyes, allowing my other senses to take control. Listening closely I hear the rustling of clothes nearby, and feel my anticipation grow. When there’s a dip in the bed on one side of me, then the other, my skin prickles with awareness. Their scents are unique to themselves but work well together, and I inhale deeply so it stays with me everywhere I go. Anytime I smell motor oil or leather going forward, I’ll think of Ezra and his biker boots, leather jackets, and those leather straps and beaded bracelets that he never seems to take off his wrists. Phoenix smells of something woodsy with hints of citrus and it’s wholly addictive, making me wonder if it’s infused with pheromones like some women’s fragrances can be.
The feel of their fingers exploring my exposed flesh has me shivering in pleasure before they’ve even done anything. They take their time, teasing, tantalizing, testing the limits of my patience. I’ll take it all though, because after everything they’ve been through, whether it was because of me or not, they deserve to have something good to look forward to. And there’s no more doubt in my mind that us being together again will be as good as it’ll ever get.
“Can we touch you?” Phoenix asks, and it’s so unlike how demanding they’d been previously that I find it a little bit shocking.
“You’re asking permission after… all that?” My eyes snap open and I look between the two men who are still trailing careful caresses across my aching flesh. It’s only now that I notice they’ve not touched anything that crosses a line. I’m just so hard up for them that even the most innocent connection has been erotic in my mind.
“We’re starting over, Ains. It’s important that you understand that we’re not here to take from you. Anything you choose to do with Nix and I going forward must be freely given so that we know our being together is done with one hundred percent certainty.”
“Yes. I’d love nothing more than for you to touch me as long as I can touch you as well.” At their answering nods, I’m all smiles once more.
“Nix, why don’t you finish what you started out in the living room.” Ezra says silkily, like a siren luring people in.
“Wait!” I exclaim, not actually meaning for it to sound so aggressive. Pulling back on all that extra I just exhibited, I say, “I have a request.”
They wait patiently for me to continue, only I’m not sure what to say now that I’ve gone about telling them I want something specific from them.
“It’s going to sound a little weird, but I don’t really want the foreplay,” I cringe. “That’s sounds dumb,” I state, shaking my head. “What I mean is, I’ve been in a perpetual state of arousal since the instant I saw you on that first day, Ezra. I’m shit at expressing my feelings out loud, and you likely only noticed all of the other things we’ve been dealing with, but the truth is that I really need to be fucked. Properly, well and truly fucked,” I all but beg, but then tack on a quick, “please.” Because I’m polite and it’s the right thing to do when I’m damn near demanding pleasure from two men at once.
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Nix states and I’m so thankful he’s already lost his clothes.
Laying down he pulls me on top of himself, grinding up into me as E hands him a condom. The moment he’s sheathed, I take it upon myself to ride him the way my body’s begging me to. He meets me thrust for thrust, his hips bucking up off the bed as we both grow closer to completion. It’s like he reads my mind, knowing when to grind into my clit and when I need my breasts to be touched.
His hand makes its way from its place on my boob, trailing up my chest and locking around my throat. He doesn’t squeeze, instead holding it there with gentle pressure while staring intently into my eyes.
“You know, I’ve been imagining what it would be like to fuck you for years. I always thought I’d want to punish you by edging you so hard it hurts. Now that we’re here though, all I want to do is make love to you and revel in the fact that you’re mine.”
“I am yours,” I agree, unsure at first what else I can say. “I’ll take your punishments though if you ever change your mind,” I rasp, causing him to groan.
The push and pull of our bodies is electric but the tension in the air around us is better. Between the way Nix is watching me like he owns me and knowing Ezra’s watching from his place next to us, I’m dizzy with desire.
With his other hand he starts to rub my clit and with each passing second that I get closer to orgasm, his grip on my throat tightens infinitesimally. I give myself over to him willingly, trusting that he won’t ever hurt me.
“Nix, please.” I moan throatily, not really sure what I’m even asking for but he seems to understand. The weight of our combined need to come, pressing down on us both, I think. One, two, three more powerful pumps of his hips and I crumble around him, falling forward as my body’s wracked with tingling pleasure from head to toe. I come loudly, my moans muffled only because my face has fallen into the crook of his neck as he finds his release.
I roll off him and we lie there breathing heavily together. I’m still hyper aware of Ezra’s presence despite his stepping back to let me and Nix have our time together. It was so thoughtful, but it appears as though he’s done waiting because the next thing I know he’s hovering over me, his face only a millimeter from my own.
“There’s no escaping us now, Ainsley. It might be too soon to say this, or maybe too late, but you’re it for me—for all of us. Do you understand?”
I’m honestly struck speechless. All of this has felt like one monumental mind fuck with a dash of love sprinkled in. These guysareit for me, there’s no doubt in my mind about that. So, why am I still hesitating?
“Yes,” I croak, shocked that any noise came out at all.
And then I kiss him, because if I think too hard on it, I’ll freak myself out and run away. I’ve shared too much with them tonight though and this last step with Ezra will be sealing our fate. I’m committing to this fully and it’s time I started accepting that.
He doesn’t disappoint, kissing me back like it’s all he’s ever wanted to do in this life. When he pulls back from me, a whine escapes me that I’m immediately embarrassed of, especially because I’ve also wrapped my legs around his waist and I’m clinging to him like a spider monkey.
Why am I so awkward?
