Page 59 of The Substitute (New York Gods #4)

FORTY-NINE

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Ambrose and Savage have been subtly flirting for weeks.

I keep watching it, not sure what is happening.

They quickly went from bickering to pushing each other’s buttons in other ways, and I can’t tell if any of it is serious or if it’s their new way of trying to get a rise out of each other without ‘fighting.’ But it’s given me an idea.

I stew over it for a few days, not even sure how to go about it until finally, I decide to go for broke.

“I want to be in charge tonight,” I say, not knowing where the confidence comes from.

Ambrose raises one brow, giving me more with one look than he could say.

Savage’s gaze flicks between us. “I’m listening.”

I shift in my seat, exhaling heavily before I force the words out of my lips, needing to get it all out in a rush before I chicken out. “Tonight, I want you two to do what I tell you to.”

“How is that going to work?” Savage asks, amusement flickering in his eyes.

Ambrose tents his fingers, still just listening while his step-brother and I hash this out.

I look down, struggling for words. “I…um…well…”

Savage comes up behind my chair, tipping my head back, his hand firmly gripping my jaw so I can’t look away. “I want to hear your words, baby girl.”

I fight a smile, loving when he calls me that. “I still want you to be…like you normally are—aggressive and dominant. But I want to be able to tell you both what, um…positions.” I’m careful how I word everything because I want them to say yes before I tell them what I want.

Savage considers it for a minute. “I’m in.” He looks over at Ambrose. “Bro?”

“Okay,” Ambrose says but holds up a finger before I can speak. "But you have to take your clothes off and sit in front of us both on your knees while you tell us your fantasy—in full—and then we’ll take it from there.”

I swallow again, heat fully engulfing my face. “I have to tell you all of it?”

“Yes,” Savage answers. “I like it. You have to say the words—all of them upfront—to get what you want.”

I put my face in my hands, mortified about what I’d been picturing and how I was going to get it all out in one go. It would be so much easier in little commands because then they wouldn’t know just how depraved my mind is. “Okay, fine. I want—”

Ambrose cuts me off. “Nope. First take your clothes off.”

“Fuck.”

Ambrose gets off his bed and takes a seat next to Savage on the small loveseat. They are both so big, their thighs touch sitting there, and it makes me want the fantasy all that much more.

I quickly pull my shirt off and shove off my jeans, standing there pink from my cheeks to my nipples. I put my hands under my armpits, covering my pecs and fully not making eye contact. “I want—”

“Not yet,” Savage says, and I can hear the smirk in his voice.

“What now?” I snap, full of attitude and crossing my arms. I’m way more comfortable naked these days, but I’m still red with both of them looking at me like I’m lunch.

“I love when he gets bratty,” Ambrose says, clearly amused as well.

“Me too,” Savage replies to Ambrose before he pats his knee. “I want you in our laps.”

“How?” I ask.

“Straddle one of each of our thighs.” Savage sits back, getting comfortable.

I do as I’m told because I don’t want to lose my nerve.

They both grab me as soon as I settle in place. Ambrose sliding his hand up the inside of my leg, while Savage grabs my jaw, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Much better,” Savage says. “Now look at me when you say it.”

I focus on how good they both feel, trying not to focus on the embarrassment. “I want you both to suck my cock…at the same time.”

Out of the corner of my gaze, I see Ambrose’s expressive eyebrows lift while Savage’s head cocks to the side. Neither one of them says no, but neither one speaks. My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest.

“Is that all?” Ambrose says at length.

“No.”

“Go on then,” Savage prompts.

“I want you both to fuck me…at the same time and…” I fight Savage’s hold on my jaw, needing to look anywhere else, not ready for the rejection that has to be coming.

“We have fucked you at the same time.” Ambrose’s tone isn’t mad, more curious.

“We’ve fucked you at the same time a lot,” Savage agrees.

I shake my head.

“Use your words,” Savage says.

“I want you both inside me at the same time.”

“Oh.” Savage’s lips twist into a grin. “Do you think my brother can handle that?”

I don’t dare look at Ambrose. I’m expecting him to be scowling.

“Step-brother.”

“Same difference,” Savage goads. “Can you handle your dick rubbing against mine? I promise to say no homo.” The last bit is sarcastic.

Ambrose’s grip tightens on my inner thigh almost painfully, but it makes my dick leak. “I can handle it if you can.” He wasn’t going to let Savage outdo him, which is what I’m banking on.

“I already said I’m in,” Savage replies.

They are too competitive, which works to my advantage.

But there is more there. I saw the way they looked at each other the last time we were all together.

I think if they weren’t so busy pissing each other off, they could see how well they get along.

How close they could be. Maybe it’s wrong of me to try to force it, but I want them to make each other happy, too.

“Is there anything else?” Ambrose asks.

“No. You two can pick how you want to fuck me. I just want both.”

“Can you take both?” Ambrose’s hand slides between my legs, drifting over my balls, then across my taint. “You’re going to be so stretched.”

My cock jumps, answering before my lips can. “I want to feel you both like that. I can take it. I know you’ll take care of me.”

“Alright. We are going to have to go slow and really prep you.” Savage murmurs against my shoulder. “Is there anything else?”

“No…wait! Yes.”

They both wait, listening.

“Can you two…” I swallow hard. “Blow me first.”

“I’d love to have you in my mouth.” Savage moves, grabbing me by the ass to pick me up as he stands, setting me on my feet. “Do you need to sit for this?”

“No, I can stand.”

Ambrose gets up next to me, his arm going around my back while he kisses my neck. Savage takes the opposite side, capturing my nipple. I press into them, head falling back.

“Holy fuck.” I’m still picturing both their lips around me, and I need to be careful, or I’m going to come before they even get to it.

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?

“You fucking heard him. Kiss me motherfucker,” Savage demands.

Ambrose’s whole expression changes, giving Savage an intense but amused look. “Who said you get to make the demands?”

“I don’t see you moving to make our boyfriend happy, so I’m doing it for you.”

Ambrose scoffs and rolls his eyes. “You kiss me.”

Savage grabs the back of his head, dragging him closer until they are both a millimeter from my tip. “Gladly.” He teases his tongue across my slit, then against Ambrose’s lips.

It takes Ambrose a few moments, but his lips part, and their tongues meet, twisting over my head.

“Oh, fuck.” I groan both because it feels amazing and because they look so fucking good.

That seems to encourage Ambrose, and he grabs Savage’s neck, crashing their mouths together. I thrust forward, fucking myself between their kiss.

I’m not sure if they are playing this up for me or taking some pent-up aggression out on each other, but they kiss like they want to kill each other, or like one of them can win this encounter, and it’s hot as fuck.

They alternate between focusing on me and each other, and I’m not sure which is better. I want it all.

“Stop!” I call, gasping.

They both freeze and then look up.

“I’m going to come if you keep going, and I don’t want to yet.” I’m breathing hard and barely keeping it back. “One more touch will send me over the edge.”

“Do you mean it’s time to fuck you?” Savage asks, already getting to his feet.

“Yes.”

Ambrose picks me up, carrying me to the bed. He puts me down on the mattress, then looks at Savage. “How are we doing this?”

“However you want. You don’t want me to be in charge, then fucking be in charge.” Savage crosses his arms.

Ambrose doesn’t reply right away, and I’m about to suggest something when he finally does.

“Have him get on top of you, and I’ll fuck him doggie,” Ambrose says stiffly like they hadn’t just been making out.

Is this pissing him off?

“You know you’re going to have to make sure I’m in when we have him all stretched out that way?” Savage asks, amusement flickering in his eyes.

“I know.” Ambrose’s jaw flexes.

“That means you have to touch my cock.”

Ambrose glares. “I said I know.”

I glance between them, knowing this moment could shatter at any second.

“Cool. Let me get condoms.” Savage doesn’t keep goading him. Maybe he knows how delicate this all is and that Ambrose looks like he’s on the edge of backing out.

He grabs condoms out of his backpack and then strips down to his boxers before lying back on my bed.

“Aren’t you going to take those off?” I ask.

“No, you are.” Savage holds out the condom to me and then the lube to Ambrose.

I curl my fingers into Savage’s waistband, but he grabs my wrist.

“Kiss me while you do that, baby girl.”

I smile, leaning over to find his mouth. He tastes like me and Ambrose, which makes my cock ache. I get his boxers off then straddle his hips, grinding our cocks together as I kiss him, making sure to put on a show for Ambrose.

His hands find my ass, spreading me open to tease over my hole. He works lube inside me, getting me so fucking wet. I’m glad neither of them is touching my dick because I’d come so fast.

It’s not long before Ambrose pushes a couple of fingers inside me. Between the two of them, they’ve fucked me so often I don’t need much prep at all.

After a few minutes, Ambrose pulls back, and I whine.

“Put the condom on him,” he says breathlessly.

“You put the condom on me,” Savage says, looking over my shoulder.

I glance back at Ambrose, whose nostrils are flared and his jaw flexed, but he puts the condom package between his teeth and rips it open.

I drop my head to look between our bodies so I can watch Ambrose roll the condom down Savage’s dick. “Wait.”

They both pause.

I don’t think. I just say it. “I want you both without condoms.”

“You want us raw?” Ambrose repeats like he can’t believe what I just said.

“Yes. I don’t want anything between us.”

“You heard him.” Savage waits, not removing the condom himself.

Ambrose takes it back off him, but then he wraps his whole hand around Savage’s pierced cock, stroking him.

I nearly lose it just watching that. I glance back at Savage who seems to be in a state of blissed out disbelief. He moans, eyes half closed.

“I’m going to put Savage inside you,” Ambrose says, barely above a whisper.

“Please. I need you both.” I’m rewarded with Savage’s tip rubbing against me.