Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
RAVEN
Through watery eyes I glance up in time to find Ghost lock a hand around his brother’s throat from behind and crash their lips together.
If it wasn’t for Jason slowly pistoning in and out of my mouth, I’d be too entranced to move.
The way their lips glide perfectly in sync is enough to do me in, but watching their throats bob as they delve their tongues in each other’s mouths has me out of my right mind.
They must either feel me watching, or perhaps I’ve made a sound drowned out to my own ears by thrashing of my pulse, because they stop and turn their attention to me.
Matching smirks play on their lips, and in nothing more than a blink, Ghost guides his cock into Jason’s mouth.
This time, there’s no missing the whimper that leaves me, especially when he tilts his head back and releases a ragged moan of his own.
Fuck, why is that so hot?
Newly emboldened by the scene playing out before me, I match Ghost’s tempo, bobbing up and down on Jason’s impressive length as my hands work the thick base.
I may not have access to both of them at this very moment, but I want them to feel good.
Regardless of what they do together or how many women they’ve clearly shared before me, I want them to remember this.
To remember me.
“One hand between your legs, little bird,” Ghost’s gruff baritone instructs. “If we can’t touch you, I need you to do it. Need you soaking wet by the time you get us inside you.”
I already am, I want to say, but I abide to his demand without protest, bringing two fingers to my clit.
“That’s it, there you go,” he encourages. “Play with that pretty pussy for us.”
Takes everything to keep my concentration split and not focus on myself. It feels too good as it is and the visual only adds to it, leaving me pulsing beneath my own touch. There’s an ache, though, one that won’t let up until I have one of them inside.
Or both, as I vaguely remember Ghost mentioning earlier.
I’ve never had two at once, never thought I would, but suddenly, I want nothing more.
I want to be filled to capacity until I can’t fucking breathe.
Jason’s cock alone would probably do it, but I need Ghost’s, too.
The thought alone has my legs shaking, my orgasm creeping up like a tidal wave ready to demolish the coast. I almost let go, almost let myself give in to the sensation, when a deep-seated growl cuts through the fog and my hand stills.
Ghost pushes his brother off, his chest heaving as he traps his cock in his fist. “That mouth, brother… Fuck.”
Jason grins and wipes the corners of his mouth between two fingers. “Surprised you could stop that time. You’re leaking like a faucet.”
“I told you,” Ghost exhales, rubbing his thumb along the tip. “I’m not coming until we’re inside her. You ready for us, little bird?”
Popping off Jason’s length, I nod and lift my hand for them to see, my fingers thoroughly coated in my juices. “Been ready. You’re not the only one who almost came.”
Ghost tilts his head to one side. “Oh, really?”
I bob my head a second time.
“Did we say you could come?” he questions, erasing the small amount of space between us.
Before I can so much as answer, he traps my throat in that vice-like grip and effortlessly lifts me onto my feet, a gentle yet purposely slap falling to my face promptly thereafter.
The sound echoes through the library drawing lazy matching smiles across our faces.
Words evade me and all I can focus on is the fact he just slapped me… a nd I fucking liked it.
Unsurprising in a sense. I enjoy a little pain with my pleasure. I’ve just never been with men who actually roughed me up enough for it to feel like pain.
“You come when we say you can come. Do you understand me?” He tightens his grip as he asks this, the tips of his fingers pressing deep into the sides of my neck.
I feel gloriously lightheaded within seconds, and despite the fact he’s cutting off my air supply, my smile widens and I nod.
“Good girl. Now be our good little slut and sit on his cock.”
Two seconds later, I’m shoved onto Jason’s lap.
My back falls to his chest, his large hands instantly grasping my breasts like two magnets drawn to their pairs.
He squeezes and kneads as Ghost hovers over us and rips open a foil packet with his teeth.
I don’t know where it came from, but I don’t bother asking.
Or rather, I can’t, too consumed by the way Jason’s fingers twist and tug my nipples.
“Your tits are perfect,” Jason murmurs as he nips at the shell of my ear. “You are fucking perfect.”
“You are,” Ghost agrees, lining his brother’s tip up to my entrance. “And we’re going to devour you whole.”