Page 167 of The Substitute

Savage pulls my hair, making me look at him, and then holds my gaze while dropping to his knees. My breath catches in my throat, and I’m glued to watching him as he flicks his tongue over my head. Ambrose takes his time working his way down while Savage teases. My entire body comes alive as they both work me over, but it’s not what I want. I want them both on their knees.

Finally, Ambrose is on his knees too, and they look at each other.

“You take his balls, while I take his head for now,” Savage says.

Ambrose lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, and he’s almost too big for me to stand comfortably like that. I grip both their heads, lacing my fingers in their hair to keep my balance as Ambrose sucks my balls into his mouth while Savage sucks on just my tip.

I’m pretty sure I see God and nearly black out.

I’m panting when they give me a break.

“Switch?” Ambrose asks. “I want to taste him.”

“Can you two—” I cut myself off, knowing this is pushing it too far.

“What?” Savage demands, way more amused than I expected him to be.

“Never mind,” I say sheepishly.

“Did you not tell us your full fantasy?” Savage sets his jaw, and I know I’m not getting out of this.

I grit my teeth. “Um…”

“Spill it.” They both say in unison.

“I don’t want to,” I whine.

“I don’t care,” Ambrose says. “Do you want to come? Because unless you spill it, you don’t get to come.”

“What?!”

“That’s right,” Savage agrees.

They both pull back, and it’s torture having them on their knees like that without them touching me.

“Fine!” I close both eyes and mutter, “Can you kiss each other over my cock?”

Neither of them moves right away.

They look at each other but don’t move.

Maybe that’s too far.

“You don’t have to…”

“Is that what you were fantasizing about?” Ambrose says through his teeth.

Is he mad? They are both going to hate me, but how can I deny it now?

I nod apprehensively.

“Words,” Savage says.

“I’m sorry!”

“No apologies. We want the full fantasy.” Ambrose still has an edge to his voice I can’t make out.

“I’ve um…thought a lot about you two kissing while you’re fucking me.” I’m mortified, and I know they are both just going to leave and never speak to me again. How could I ask brothers to do that, even if they aren’t related?