Page 90 of Double Daddies (Dirty Daddies Anthologies #8)

Chapter Five

Wren

Winston opens the door for us and we slide into the plush seats.

I’m sandwiched between Ezra and Elijah, feeling their heat mixing with my fevered skin.

Ezra is the first to move his hand to my thigh, lazily drawing circles, making my eyes flutter closed.

The tension is palpable and the air is thick with desire.

Elijah leans in, his lips brushing against my neck. “Do you want this, Wren?” I let out a shaky breath as I clutch the edge of the seat.

“Yes,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.

“ Brava ragazza ,” Ezra murmurs against my ear. “That’s a good girl.” Just hearing those words sends a bolt of arousal to my core.

Ezra continues stroking my upper leg while Elijah reaches out, his fingers slowly tracing along my inner thigh, teasing and exploring.

I can’t help but shudder, feeling their hands on me, something I’ve wanted all night.

My breath catches in my throat as Ezra's hand drifts higher, brushing against the edge of my panties. Elijah follows suit, his fingers dancing across my sensitive flesh. They work in tandem, touching and caressing, drawing gasps and moans from my parted lips.

Ezra’s mouth finds mine, his tongue sweeping past my lips to explore.

He tastes like rich wine and dark desire and I melt into his embrace.

Elijah’s fingers dip beneath the lace of my panties, stroking and teasing and driving me wild.

I can feel my arousal building as the heat spreads through my body.

Both of them work in unison, their touches perfectly synchronized. It’s overwhelming, intoxicating, and I’m lost in the sensations, the pleasure building with every stroke, every kiss. I arch against them, my body desperate for more, for the release they promise.

“You taste like sin wrapped in cherries,” Ezra growls as his lips descend upon my neck.

“I believe you need to share, brother.” Elijah smirks, cupping my cheek and guiding my mouth to his.

He tastes different from Ezra, but just as delicious. I’m overwhelmed by all the sensations as their hands caress me. I moan into his mouth, my body trembling. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched, and my soul is begging for more.

Elijah breaks the kiss, and my head drops back to the headrest. My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath.

“Look how beautiful she is, brother,” Ezra says, his eyes locked on mine. “So responsive, so eager.”

“Just like a good girl should be,” Elijah adds, his voice low and husky. “We’re going to take such good care of you.”

Their words send a fresh wave of heat through me as my heart pounds in my chest. I'm falling, spiraling into a sea of pleasure, and their touch is my only anchor. The world outside the car fades away, and I’m lost in them, in us, in the sensation of being claimed, of being theirs.

I reach the precipice of my orgasm, and they hold me there, teetering on the edge. But then, just as the wave of pleasure threatens to break over me, they pull back, leaving me gasping and aching for release.

“So wet for us, merlotta ,” Ezra murmurs, his voice rough with desire.

I whimper, my body trembling with unfulfilled need. Ezra strokes my cheek, his touch gentle, then gathers my hands above my head and leans in. “Do you want my brother to make you come?”

“Y-yes,” I stutter.

He grins, his eyes glittering with mischief. “Then beg him for it. Let him hear how much you need him.”

I bite my lip, embarrassment and desire warring within me. “Please, Elijah,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “Please make me come.”

His eyes darken, and he presses his hand against the apex of my thighs. “Good girls get rewarded,” he growls as his fingers slip beneath the lace of my panties once more. I gasp as he strokes my clit, his touch firm and sure.

“Come for us, little bird,” Ezra demands. He pulls my dress up around my waist while Elijah kneels on the ground in front of me. Ezra’s fingers stroke my hair as his brother rips my panties in one swift motion, making me squeal.

“I need to taste you, Wren,” Elijah pleads.

I give him a small nod before he delves in, devouring me like I’m his last meal. I let out a scream as his tongue laps my pussy. He’s a starved man, and I am the only thing that can satiate him. I grind my hips into his face, needing more friction.

“So perfect, letting my brother please you,” Ezra groans. His hand tightens in my hair. “Look at your cum all over my brother’s face.”

I moan feeling my climax build. Elijah’s tongue is magic as he laps at my clit, bringing me to new heights. My eyes lock with Ezra and his pupils are blown out, only leaving a small ring of his electric green eyes. He looks ravenous, and I suddenly want to be devoured.

His hand slides down the front of my dress to my chest and he grabs onto my breast roughly. Just as his finger and thumb pinch my nipple, I explode, my orgasm wracking through every inch of my body.

My fists clench as I try to free myself from Ezra’s strong grip, but it’s useless. As my breathing returns to normal, Elijah sits on his heels and pulls me into his arms. He kisses me passionately and I can taste myself on his tongue.

“God, that was incredible,” I pant. “I-I’ve never experienced anything like that. That was?—”

“Just a small sample of what’s to come,” Ezra promises. Elijah pulls my dress down, licking his lips with a devilish smile as we pull up to the coffee shop. Winston knocks on the window, letting us know we arrived.

“Are you sure we can’t drop you by your apartment? We’ll take you any–”

“This is fine,” I promise. Elijah nods and opens the door. He pulls me to my wobbly feet as Ezra rounds the car. They both walk me to the door, each holding my hand.

“Tonight was perfect. Thank you both,” I murmur, looking from one to the other.

Ezra leans down and kisses my forehead. “It was our pleasure. But we’re hoping for a second date, Wren.”

I smile, nodding my head. “I’d love that. Just let me know when.” Elijah pulls me into his hard chest, his arms wrapping around my body. I melt into his embrace as his warm breath flutters over my skin.

His spicy cologne washes over me. “You were perfect tonight, uccellina . We can’t wait to see you again.” He leans in, capturing my lips sweetly before handing me off to Ezra.

“Until we meet again, little bird,” Ezra whispers, his lips pressing softly against mine.

I stand frozen, watching them drive away as their taillights fade into the distance. With a sigh, I turn and enter the shop. As I make my way upstairs, my mind races with thoughts of them, the feel of their touch lingering on my skin. I know I'm in over my head, but I can't find it in me to care.