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Worry douses me at the honesty of those words, at how my heart shouts back that I’ve missed him, too.
God, how I’ve missed him.
Like a piece of me has been gone for far too long.
He’s kissing me again when Damon’s fingers slide inside me, two stretching to three, the pads running along my inner walls until he’s hit the spot I need. His mouth continues pressing kisses down the line of my neck, over my shoulder where his teeth gently bite my skin.
Moans and whimpers climb up my throat, Ezra practically swallowing every one.
When I fight against the orgasm that’s slowly building, it’s like Ezra knows, his mind so in tune with mine, even after all the time we’ve been apart.
With one hand, he grabs my face, forcing my jaw open wider so that he can lead this kiss how he wants it, so he can make me give into the orgasm Damon’s hand is teasing out of me.
Ezra breaks the kiss and presses his forehead to mine, his amber stare capturing my eyes with pure fire rolling behind it.
“Keep your eyes open, Em. Let me see you.”
I shake my head, or at least try to, but he only grins and holds my face in place, refusing to let me hide.
That’s when the first orgasm erupts, the violence of it so strong that my entire body shakes, moans falling over my lips as waves of pleasure roll through me.
Ezra holds my stare the entire time, sparks bursting behind his beautiful eyes.
“There she is,” he whispers roughly. “You come just as sweetly as I remember.”
The last tremors assault my body as he bites my bottom lip playfully before speaking against my mouth.
“Let’s see if you still taste as good.”
Damon steps away just as Ezra turns to lay my body down over the surface of a desk.
I’m about to complain again about where we are when he leans over me and palms my breast, his mouth going to my ear.
“Be a good girl, and show Damon how much you’ve missed him.”
He slides down my body and grabs the inside of my thighs to push my legs apart, his mouth covering my pussy, hot tongue diving inside me, just as Damon comes around to my head and shoves the leather chair away.
My head falls back, my chest arching up as Ezra holds my hips in place.
Damon’s hands slide over my shoulders and farther down to take possessive hold of my breasts. He squeezes the tips hard enough to send an electric spark straight down to where Ezra’s lips close over and suck my swollen clit.
“Fuck...”
I can barely breathe through the brutal assault of them. They’re everywhere all at once, a coordinated attack that leaves me writhing and begging, helpless to move away or slow them down.
And they know what they’re doing. They discovered what drives me wild in high school and are exploiting that carnal knowledge now.
“How are you doing, Red?” Damon chuckles as another moan crawls up my throat, my cheeks undoubtedly red from the blood pumping through my veins. “Do you like your present?”
I nod my head, gritting my teeth as Ezra’s tongue laps at my pussy, and he slides his fingers inside me.
Tsking, Damon smiles against my cheek.
“Ah, now, that won’t do. I need those pretty lips parted so I get my hello kiss.”
His fingers fist my hair before wrapping the length around his hand, pulling my head farther back as he squeezes my jaw to force it open and kisses me upside down.
Damon’s not giving me the chance to kiss him back as his tongue dives into my mouth with the same rhythm as Ezra’s, these men devouring me from both sides until I’m no longer a body, but only sensation, a frenetic vibration of need exploding out until I’m floating. A tense, tight desperation stretched so damn far apart that when I snap back together, it’ll be painful.