Chapter Two #2
“Um, you could die?!”
“Well, if I die we both know I’m going to hell anyway, so let me spend my last few minutes in heaven between your legs.”
Okay, call me weak, but I swoon. Yes, it would probably sound cheesy to anyone else, but the look he gives me – full of blazing desire and need – floors me. I gape at him, and he gives me a wicked wink. He knows he’s won.
“Hop on. Now. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
I swallow at his threat and nod. Onyx shoots me a triumphant grin as he lies back. I feel awkward as fuck straddling his head and holding on to the headboard to begin with, but Onyx dives right in like I’m his last meal and within minutes I don’t give a fuck about anything.
I’m so lost in the way Onyx moves his tongue that I don’t hear the door open, but the click of the lock makes my body still. Onyx grabs my hips and holds me down so I can’t move from his face, sucking my clit until I gasp.
“Don’t turn around,” Slate orders in an authoritative tone, sounding more like his twin than himself. But I do as he says.
“Move,” he demands. “Grind his face nice and hard, princess. If he doesn’t have swollen lips by the time you’re done, we’ll have to punish you.”
“What if I suffocate him?”
Onyx mutters something unintelligible and Slate chuckles. “A very good way to die indeed.” I can tell Slate has moved closer to us from the proximity of his voice.
The bed dips under his weight as he moves in behind me.
“Did I say you could talk?” His large hand wraps through my hair and pulls my head back, his body so close to mine I can feel the heat radiating from his body. “I don’t care if he suffocates, he thinks it’s a good way to die.”
“I don’t want him to die,” I whisper, eyes filling with tears despite the situation. Damn emotions.
“Why don’t you want him to die, Amelie?”
I shake my head. I can’t tell him. He’ll hate me knowing that if anything had happened to Onyx I would have walked away from him too. He sighs at my silence.
“Get up,” he demands once again. I follow his orders on shaky legs and lift myself from Onyx’s face. “On your hands and knees facing away from us like a good little slut.”
I do as he asks and Onyx moves to make room for me. If he wants an obedient little slut, that’s what he’ll get.
“Get behind her,” Slate snaps at his twin. Onyx moves behind me and lines himself up. “Don’t be gentle, we don’t play nice with little whores who just want to warm our dicks.”
Onyx slams into me and I scream out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Slate’s words sting a little, but deep down I know his words are just that...words. Onyx pumps into me carelessly, and the detachment from Slate starts to break me.
“Bury her face into the mattress.” Onyx’s large hand pushes my head into the comforter, following Slate’s orders. “Do you want to tell me why you don’t want Onyx to die?” Slate is smart, he knows it’s more than me just loving his brother.
“Fuck you,” I seethe, as the slight tingle in my stomach builds. My orgasm is coming fast.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Me, fucking you. Is that how you planned to show me you were sorry? Well, hate to break it to you brat, but I want words.”
Onyx slows his pace. I’m sure his orgasm is as close as mine. “Finish, brother.”
Onyx lifts his hand from my head, taking both my hips and pulling me back as close to him as I can go, his cock so deep it's painful. A couple of short pumps and I can feel him come.
As soon as he is done he slips from behind me, pushing me onto my side. I know he is just playing his brother’s game, but the rejection burns. My mouth opens but then I close it. I’m not ready yet, and he can’t make me talk.
“Cat got your tongue? Or are you finally ready to talk to me?” Slate drawls. I flip him off and he smirks, his eyes full of pain. “On your knees where you belong then.”
Rolling from the bed as unsexyily as I can, I fall to the floor. Onyx reappears and steps behind me, Slate comes to stand in front of me, I look up at them both, and the guilt and pain eats at me. A tear rolls down my face. I came so close to losing them and yet I can’t just say I’m sorry.
“Open up like a good slut.” Slate grabs a handful of my hair and guides me upright so that my face is in line with his crotch.
He leans forward and thrusts his hard cock into my slightly open mouth.
I might be compliant, but I didn't say I would make it easy for him.
He hisses as my teeth scrape his sensitive skin.
"Hold her still,” Slate commands. Onyx kneels with me, wrapping one hand in my hair to hold my head still. He glides his free hand across my stomach, sliding down to my clit and rubbing circles as Slate assaults my mouth. I moan around his cock as waves of pleasure build.
My knees buckle seconds before I feel my orgasm and Onyx pulls his hand away. Leaving me throbbing for more. Tears well at my eyes each time Slate hits my tonsils. He pulls himself out, wrapping his hand around his cock and pumps it a few times.
"Ready to talk yet?” I shake my head no.
"It's none of your business,” I snap.
Slate leans forward, his warm cum squirting me in the face. He kneels before me, taking my face in his hands, his thumbs rubbing his seed into my skin.
He doesn't say anything. He just looks deep into my eyes. Anger, hurt, and rejection pours out at me, and my tears fall freely. Onyx starts lightly pinching my nipples.
“Tell us why. What's going on in that beautiful head?"
“I can't.” I pant as Onyx moves me backwards so that Slate can move between my legs.
“You can.”
I’m so close I feel like I'm going to burst.
“Is it because you love me?” Onyx asks.
“On, I love you all,” I whisper, my words caught on a moan.
Slate sucks on my clit before stopping. “I think she’s lying. I think she realised she wants you and she doesn’t know how to let the rest of us down.”
“I wonder how Kalen and Sawyer will feel about that?”
“Kalen won't cope, and poor Sawyer…giving up his dream job for her. All for nothing.”
“No!” I shout, struggling to get free of them both. “Stop.”
“Or this could have been the plan all along…play us all into believing she loves us, then as soon as she gets into The Order…” Slate observes dispassionately.
“It’s genius really,” Onyx adds with cold detachment, twisting my nipple hard enough for me to almost get off on it.
“Fuck…” I all but yell as Slate moves his head back to where I need it. But he doesn't continue, and both he and Onyx are so close I can feel them, yet so far I just can't get off.
“I...it’s...fuck it! Losing one means losing the other.” The tears begin to flow again. “I should have comforted you. But I couldn't.”
“Shhh,” Onyx immediately whispers. “We’re both here now and not going anywhere. I promise.”
Slate licks my core and Onyx rolls my nipples, and the world around me explodes. I see stars as my body convulses with pleasure.
Neither lets up until I’m a gibbering wreck on the floor.
I can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t do anything but feel.
My face is wet, and I can’t even tell if it’s from old tears or new.
Damn them both for using pleasure and denial to make me confess.
There may not be an elephant in the room anymore, but I feel like one’s still sitting on my chest, crushing me.
“Fuck me, Slate,” I whisper, reaching out for him, suddenly desperate to mend the rift between us with physical proximity. He pulls away.
“Get her cleaned up,” he says to Onyx, not looking at me.
“But—” I protest. Betrayal starts to churn in my stomach.
“We’re good, Amelie,” Slate reassures me but won’t meet my eyes.
“Then why won’t you touch me?”
“I did.”
“You know what I mean,” I huff, frustrated.
“I’ll touch you again when you’re begging for it, and not a moment before.”
“I am! I’m begging you, Slate. Please, let’s finish this.”
“Oh, Amelie…” He shakes his head as he gets to his feet and sorts himself out. “Not even close.”
And then he walks out the door, leaving me in his brother’s arms, covered in tears and slowly drying cum.