Taeja

3. Chapter 3

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Surprised, she yanked her hand out of his shorts. Her lips parted as she looked at Damon. He gave her that sexy smirk that made her eyes drift below the waistband of his soaked boxers. The outline of his hardened length reminded her of the danger that lingered beneath…

“Weh yago wid dat?!” Taeja exclaimed.

“You’re scared of a dick piercing?”

Taeja shook her head, but deep down, the part of her that wasn’t filled with intrigue was laced with fear. She’d never fucked anyone who had their dick pierced. “Will it hurt?” she blurted.

“No,” he answered, and she swallowed a lump. Damon sensed her hesitance. “I’ll remove it until you want me to use it.”

“Okay,” she said quickly, and he snickered.

“I thought you said you’re not scared, baby?” he teased, and she didn’t answer. He looped a finger beneath her chin, making her look at him. “Don’t be afraid to tell us what you’re not comfortable with. We don’t want to hurt you. We want to make you feel good.”

His comforting words made her smile. “Okay.”

Satisfied, Damon stood and lifted her, making her squeal and wrap her legs and arms around him. He carefully took them out of the water and grabbed her bag while walking toward the door. Zain’s feet slapped against the floor as he followed behind them into the house .

She looked at Zain with a small smile. She liked that there were only two locs dangling in his face now. It better showed his beauty. From his straight nose, to his sharp jawline, and stormy eyes beneath furrowed eyebrows. His goatee and mustache made him more rugged.

The first time she saw beneath his mask, she was taken aback. Zain had a slanted scar stretching from above his eyebrow and ending below his eye. It was a miracle he didn’t lose his left eye.

Zain was scary, no doubt about that, but instead of pushing her away, it only managed to reel her in more. Taeja thought the scar amplified his features. She loved how perfectly imperfect he was; he reminded her of herself.

She’d been so caught up in admiring Zain — who was looking straight ahead instead of at her — that she didn’t realize when Damon brought her to a room and set her to her feet.

“Shower,” Damon said, handing her bag to her. “We’ll be waiting for you.”

“Okay… Thank you.” She smiled at Zain while accepting the towel he offered her, and he nodded.

Watching the brothers leave, butterflies settled inside her. The moment she’d been waiting for was finally here! She was nervous, but above all, she was excited.

They made her feel so good — even Zain with his icy stares that made chills run down her spine. He always seemed to be stripping her of her sun-kissed skin, and they hadn’t even gone halfway yet. She could only imagine when they did.

Grabbing her bag, she entered the bathroom and laid it on the chair. She stripped from her soaked clothes, entered the shower, and took a quick one. After moisturizing her skin, she stood before the mirror and combed her wet hair into a neat ponytail braid.

Taeja walked toward her bag and dug around for the lingerie set Liyah helped her choose. As she found it, low murmurs traveled from beneath the closed door.

Her heart skipped several beats and her blood hummed in her veins. She couldn’t wait to be in their hold again. Struck by a bright idea, Taeja decided against wearing lingerie. She’d enter the room fully nude. She wanted them to know how badly she wanted them.

Stepping out of the bathroom, all eyes were on her. She felt like a specimen under a microscope. A deliciously prepped meal catered to sate the appetite of two starving men.

Goosebumps raised from the smallest of hairs on her arms down to her long legs. Her nipples stood erect and the heat between her thighs dampened as they did a slow take of her.

Zain’s eyes met hers first and her breath hitched in her throat. He wasn’t one of many words, but the look in his eyes said it all. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him.

Zain took predatory steps toward her. Taeja reminded herself not to run; she wanted this. She wanted the fire in Zain’s darkened eyes to consume her until she was no more.

He stopped before her, and she craned her neck to look up at him. Zain was an inch taller than his brother — several inches taller than her five-four frame. He took her hand and led her toward the bed. Her skin tingled from the contact. He stopped by the bed, and she expected him to push her back onto it, but he didn’t. Instead, he said in a raspy tone, “Do you like teasing us, Taeja?”

“Yes,” she answered.

The fire in Zain’s eyes intensified, and she smirked despite looking at her demise in the eye. She knew from the first moment she met them that if they were to be her end, she’d go to hell with the brightest smile.

His hand reached out and gripped her throat, making her clit jump. His calloused fingers tightened around her throat, and she could barely breathe.

Taeja loved it, though. Was there a better way to die than in the presence of two devilishly handsome men? She didn’t think so.

Zain brought his face close to hers. Their breaths tangled as his lips grazed hers, making her heart play an unsteady rhythm. She tipped up and puckered her lips, anticipating kissing him for the first time.

Zain didn’t kiss her.

Instead, he whispered in a low tone that made the hair on the back of her neck rise. “I don’t like to be played with, Taeja.”

“I’m playing with you?” she drawled.

Zain’s grip tightened, warning her to be quiet .

Taeja smiled. If only he knew his actions made her wetter.

As they stood there with their eyes clashing, Damon came behind her.

“What are we going to do with you?” Damon asked.

“Anything you want,” she answered, gasping when Damon gripped her waist and tugged her backward, making her feel his growing erection.

Damon snaked a hand around her waist and dipped it between her legs. He ran a finger through her heat, making her whimper. “Already wet for us,” Damon mused. “Teasing us turns you on?”

She couldn’t answer, even if she tried to. Zain’s eyes had her locked in a trance. She couldn’t breathe or speak unless it were his will. At that moment, they owned her completely, and she didn’t mind at all.

Zain loosened his grip, gently grazing her neck with his thumb. “Answer him.”

“Yes,” she said, her voice low as a whisper. She didn’t care how desperate she sounded. These brothers knew she was at their mercy from the moment they laid eyes on her.

So, it didn’t surprise her when Zain pressed his lips against hers the exact moment Damon thrust a finger into her pussy.

A moan escaped her as she surrendered to the pleasure they gave. Damon slowly fingered her hole and toyed with her hard clit. Zain’s tongue was in her mouth, controlling her and making her lips tingle so sweetly.

One of them — it was Zain; she could tell by the difference in the texture of their hands and how roughly he handled her — lifted her leg beneath the knee. Damon had easier access to slip another finger inside her. Her legs weakened as Damon kissed her neck and used his free hand to twist her nipple.

They drove her senseless and made her forget how to stand. Quickly, Zain moved his hand from her throat and held her steady by the waist while breaking the kiss. As she caught her breath, Damon slipped his fingers out of her.

“You taste better than I imagined,” Zain praised, unknowingly making her heart swell.

“She feels better,” Damon said.

Zain looked behind her at his brother, and when his eyes met hers again, he smirked. “Is that so, Taeja?” he teased. “What did you say we owe you?”

“Sex so good, I forget my name,” she answered.

“Have you ever had sex with two men before, Taeja?” Damon asked, his breath fanning the back of her neck. He hummed after she shook her head and Zain released her leg. “Let us know if anything gets too much for you.”

She looked over her shoulder at him. “Okay.”

“You need a safe word.”

“Lavender,” she replied without hesitance.

Damon chuckled. “Don’t you think that’s a bit of a mouthful?”

She glared at him. “Not to me. What’s wrong with lavender?”

“Nothing. Come here.” He picked her up like she was weightless and laid her on the bed with her head at the bottom.

She looked at Zain, amused by how much more rugged he looked from upside down. The bed dipped at her feet, and she looked away from Zain — who was slipping off his shorts — to see a nude Damon between her legs.

She pouted, surprised by how quickly Damon got naked. She’d wanted to see the show, but when her eyes laid on his raging erection already dripping pre-cum, all disappointment flew out of her mind and her eyes slightly widened. Damon’s dick was bigger than it felt in her hands moments ago… She wondered if she could take it all.

She promptly brushed away that silly thought.

Taeja Marley was no punk.

She wanted them both, so she’d have both.

She spread her legs wider, exposing her wet pussy to him as he settled between her thighs.

“You said you’re on birth control?” Damon referred to the conversation they had at the hotel, and she nodded. “I’m not pulling out.”

Her horniness overrode her senses and made her say, “I don’t want you to.”

Damon smirked before exchanging a glance with his brother. Taeja looked from him to Zain. Zain’s deliciously naked body was above her. She’d been so entranced by Damon, she hadn’t realized when Zain came this close. The first thing she noticed was that they were both circumcised. Zain’s dick was longer than Damon’s, and it had more girth .

“Suck,” Zain ordered.

Taeja didn’t want to be told twice.

She licked away the drop of cum and took him into her mouth. His dick had a slight trace of soap, but she didn’t care as it flooded her senses.

He pushed until he hit the back of her throat, taking advantage of how her head hung off the edge of the bed. Zain used her mouth to his pleasure while Damon attached his lips to her pussy, eating her into oblivion.

Taeja was a moaning, choking mess while the brothers overstimulated her.

Bruising her throat. Licking her pussy. Using her to their disposal like they should’ve done that night.

Zain’s breathy groans were like music to her ears, coaxing her to suck him harder and faster and swirl her tongue around the tip in whichever way gave him more pleasure. When he hit the back of her throat, she’d swallow, wanting to accept him as far as she could. She couldn’t take him down to the base, but she took as much as possible.

Spit dribbled down her cheeks that were stretched so wide, they hurt.

Tears poured from her eyes, but it wasn’t from pain.

It was from how good Damon’s tongue was to her.

Swirling around her sensitive clit. Thrusting into her dripping hole. Sending sensations throughout her entire body.

This was the highest peak of ecstasy. Taeja had never felt this good before.

She came twice on Damon’s tongue, but that wasn’t long enough for Zain to come. Her jaw was locking up, but she was no quitter. She wanted to please them just as they pleased her.

Taeja felt the absence of Damon’s talented tongue before he roughly thrust his dick inside her with no warning, making her back arch off the bed as she choked around Zain’s dick.

“Fuck,” Damon hissed. “You’re so tight.”

The unfiltered compliment made her pussy throb.

She whimpered as Damon worked himself to a hilt inside her before giving her time to adjust. At the same time, Zain pulled out of her mouth, and she inhaled a big gulp of air. Her throat stung, but the less tense expression on Zain’s face made it worth it.

She watched through teary eyes as Zain stepped backward. The curious part of her wanted to know if he was going to leave, but she had no time to phrase her question.

Damon started to roughly fuck her pussy.

She could feel him hitting her at a place that had never been touched before. In, out. In, out. He punished her with pleasure. Damon bruised her walls as she soared on the highway to heaven.

His hands were on her waist, tugging her down on him as she met his strokes. Her hands gripped at the sheets and her moans reigned unfiltered. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking him in place as they enjoyed this mutual high.

“Oh, God,” Taeja moaned, moving a hand between them.

Damon grabbed her wrist and pinned both her arms above her head. “You can take it.”

His touch sent a ripple down her spine, making her walls flutter around his dick. Damon’s thrusts were hard, fast, merciless. This hint of pain was nothing compared to the pleasure she felt. This loud mix of moans and curses that escaped her mouth was nothing if not gibberish.

“Damon,” she cried as Zain faded from her peripheral. Not wanting to see if he was leaving, she snapped her eyes shut. She couldn’t bear breaking her heart a second time.

Damon’s hands moved from her wrists, and his fingers locked with hers. His voice came out as a raspy whisper in her ear as he gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “Show me your eyes, baby.”

Her eyes fluttered open to meet his. His eyes were dilated, darkened from lust. It felt like he was seeing through her soul.

“Good girl,” Damon praised, breaking the stare to look down between them. “You feel so good.”

“Don’t stop,” she said, her voice breathy.

Her answer awakened something in him. He maintained his hard thrusts, but they felt more full of passion. His head dipped and his lips latched onto the crook of her neck, marking her flawless skin. Every so often, he’d break away to whisper naughty comments in her ear, filling her with need and coaxing her orgasm closer.

Damon sensed she was near, so he stopped holding her hands so he could look down on her. Her heart raced as the growing pleasure rendered her senseless. Her muscles tensed as her walls tightened around him.

“Come for me, baby,” came Damon’s sexy drawl from above her.

With a scream of ecstasy, Taeja’s hips jerked, and she showered him with her release. Damon’s strokes slowed as she rode out the feeling, and when she descended, her entire body trembled.

Damon smirked. “Didn’t know your throat still worked.”

She chuckled, loosening her legs around him. “I can’t move.”

Damon slowly pulled out of her, leaving her empty. Now standing by the side of the bed, he said, “We’re not done with you.”

“What?” she stuttered.

“You know what to say if you want us to stop.”

Taeja kept quiet.

Damon smirked. He reached over and lifted her off the bed. He walked them to the small sofa that was nearby, and he laid down while she straddled him.

“Put it in,” Damon said, his hands on her waist while Taeja’s fingers wrapped around his dick.

He was still wet with her juices, so she took a moment to stroke his entire length. She loved the feel of his veins pressing against her palm. Licking her lips, Taeja rubbed the head along her pussy before she lowered onto him. A hushed moan escaped her mouth while Damon inhaled a sharp breath. Heat rushed to her center as she willed herself to relax around him. Her pussy had never been this stretched before. “You’re going to rip me open.”

Hearing footsteps, she looked over her shoulder to see Zain reenter the room. He was coming from the bathroom.

Taeja’s spirit soared. “I thought you left.”

Walking over, Zain stood at the side of the sofa and asked, “I couldn’t leave without fucking your mouth a second time.” Zain gripped his dick and gave her a pressing stare.

Licking her lips, she opened her mouth for him again. Zain’s fingers settled in her hair, holding her in place as he trailed his dick along her lips and left a tingle behind. His grip on her hair tightened as he buried his dick inside her mouth, making her choke. She clasped her thumb in her fist, wanting to take more of him without feeling like she’d die.

It didn’t work.

Zain was too big.

As if the men worked in sync, Damon thrust into her while Zain pummeled her mouth. When Zain went in, Damon pulled out. When Damon went in, Zain pulled out.

Damon’s tongue swirling around her hardened nipples was amazing, and she just couldn’t get enough of Zain’s taste on her tongue.

The feeling was euphoric. They made her sputter. Moan. Blackout once. Then twice. Her heart raced as the pleasure became immense.

She was so close to her orgasm, and Damon could tell. He released her breast to rub her clit. “Come for us, Taeja.”

His order had her choking on her orgasm. Ecstasy gripped every fiber of her being. She couldn’t scream because Zain came at the same time she did, flooding her mouth with cum and leaving her mouth with only one use — swallowing. Cum and spit leaked from the sides of her mouth, yet Zain didn’t pull out until she swallowed all that went down her throat.

Damon fucked her through her orgasm, and just when she couldn’t take anymore, he came in her, too.

Drained, she collapsed on Damon’s shoulder. A tired smile came on her face when he wrapped his arms around her waist and brushed away the hair that stuck to her forehead.

Damon placed a lingering kiss on her temple. “You’re perfect.”

“I can’t walk,” she said before clearing her throat. “Or talk.”

A chuckle came from above her. She peeked open an eye and smiled weakly at Zain. His face had morphed back into a blank slate, but that didn’t matter.

He was opening up to her, and that was good enough for her.

Damon slowly pulled out of her. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Taeja shook her head and snuggled closer to Damon’s chest. Closing her eyes, she released a heavy sigh. “I’m tired. I can’t move.”

“That’s fine. I’ll take care of you,” he said, making her heart flutter.

No one had ever cleaned her up after sex before.

Opening her eyes, she leaned off him and looked down at him with a tired smile. “Thank you.”

His brows furrowed momentarily before he gave her a soft smile. “You don’t have to thank me, Taeja. You deserve to be taken care of. You were great.”

She smiled and looked away from him. Not seeing Zain, her smile washed away. How was it possible that this man could disappear so quickly? “Where’s Zain?” she whispered. “He never stays.”

Damon sighed. “He wants to. Just give him time.”

His words should’ve alleviated the pain settling in her chest, but they didn’t. She nodded numbly.

“I’m going to run you a bath,” he said, carefully taking her off him. As she got comfortable on the sofa, he stood to his full height. “I’ll be back.”

“Okay.” Taeja watched as he entered the bathroom, and she listened as the water ran.

Was it foolish to want a man whom she just met to submit to her?

Sure, the Stark brothers were opposites. But the way Zain treated her at times made her feel like he didn’t like her. Before she could get more lost in her thoughts, Damon came into her view. He had on shorts now.

He scooped her up bridal style and carried her to the bathroom, then settled her in the warm, vanilla-scented bath. “What fragrances do you like?”

“Lavender,” she said, and he chuckled.

“I’ll get that for you next time.”

“Next time?”

“You think we’re having sex with you only once?” he asked as he sat on the edge of the bath and started to gently scrub at her skin with a washcloth.

“Mi nuh know. It’s hard for me to tell right now.”

Damon sighed. “Zain’s story isn’t mine to tell.”

She understood that, but it didn’t make his conflicting actions toward her hurt any less. “What’s yours?” she asked .

Damon paused for a moment, then he stopped bathing her altogether. He dropped the washcloth into the bathwater, wiped his hands on his shorts, and leaned back on the wall. “What do you want to know?”

“What do you do for work?”

“Head of the IT department for the company I work at,” he answered. “You?”

“I don’t work,” she said. “I’m going into my fourth year of college, but I’m on summer break.”

“What are you studying?”

“Computer science.”

A small smile came on his face, brightening it. “Let me know if you ever need help to study.”

Taeja laughed, using her hand to splash some water at him. “I doubt we’d study. Yu nav no behavior.”

“Says you?”

She grinned, trailing her eyes down his sculpted chest. “You have a point.”

“I know,” he said, chuckling. “Are you done, or do you want to stay longer?”

“Yeah, I’m done… Can you bring me home after?”

Damon nodded. He reached for the towel before helping her out of the bath. He dried her off and held her in his arms, bridal style, when he carried her back to the room.

With her arms wrapped around him, Taeja laid her head on his chest. “Thought you didn’t like it when I touched you?”

He scoffed. “I never said that. I want you to touch me.”

“Mek sure when mi start live ina yu skin, yu nuh complain.”

He chuckled, placing her on the bed. “I won’t. Do you want me to dress you?”

“It’s fine. I’ll do it.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, and she nodded. “Okay, I’ll be downstairs. Do you remember the way?”

“Yes, Damon. Yu nuh fuck all the sense outta mi.”

A smirk crawled onto his face. “Round two?”

As tempting as that sounded, Taeja dramatically shook her head. “Keep yu big buddy ina yu pants. Yu mash me up enough already. ”

His smirk stretched. “Next time.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” She smiled when he threw her a wink before leaving the room.

A silly grin crawled on her face as she remembered all that had just happened. Between her thighs still stung, and her throat felt sore, but it was all worth it. She was looking forward to the next time.

Taeja wasn’t a woman of much patience, but she figured she’d need it when it came to Zain. She’d do whatever it took for Zain to reach the level of comfort Damon had with her.

With that thought in mind, she got dressed, then made her way downstairs.

Zain was leaning on the counter by the sink. He looked freshly showered and his long locs were free from the hair tie now. Taeja frowned, wondering if they were back to square one.

Damon was leaning on the island, facing away from Taeja. He had on a shirt. The short sleeves hugged his biceps, luring Taeja to come over and squeeze them.

Zain dragged his eyes to her first, and Damon followed shortly after. Biting back a blush, she held her head low, focusing on the tiled floor of the kitchen. Heat rushed to her cheeks, and she wanted to scold herself. Rarely ever did she crawl into a hole around men, yet here she was.

“Ready to go, gorgeous?” Damon asked, and she nodded. Damon walked toward her, the sound of jingling keys punctuating each of his footsteps.

She looked from him to Zain. “Bye, Zain…” she whispered, her heart stilling when he pushed himself off the counter and took long strides toward her. The hairs on her skin stood at attention when he stopped before her. She could smell his intoxicating cologne. It had her clit throbbing as if the fragrance was Zain’s mating call.

The throb wildly increased when Zain leaned down and placed a quick, feather-light kiss at the center of her forehead. “Bye, Taeja.”

After Damon dropped her home a few minutes later, she walked as best as she could up the pathway to her house. A silly smile was on her face despite the slight pain she still felt. Having sex with two men at the same time was better than anything she could’ve imagined.

That joy was ripped away when she entered her house.

Her dad stood in the foyer, his arms crossed and a scowl on his lips. “A which car dat drop yu off?”

Taeja opened her mouth to answer, but no words came out. She wasn’t sure what label to give the twins.

“Where are you coming from, Taeja?” Jerry pressed.

“Out.” Taeja shrugged, side-stepping him. She ignored his footsteps trailing behind her into the kitchen. She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, turning around to face her dad with her eyebrows raised.

He narrowed his eyes at her. “Yu tek mi fi eedyat? You have no self-respect!”

She yanked the bottle from her mouth and lowered her hand. Her grip tightened around the bottle, causing water to splash over the rim and make a puddle on the floor. Mi have self-respect!”

Jerry scoffed. “Yu can have self-respect and outta road a whore out yuself to every man weh look pon yu?!”

That stung.

“I-I don’t…”

Jerry huffed. “School needs to hurry and resume so you can come out of this house. I do not know what you are turning into.”

Watching after her father’s departing figure, Taeja sighed. She wished she could erase her father walking in on her and his boss.

But what could Taeja say? She didn’t have much else to say other than that Mr. Cosby had a talented tongue. She’d experienced it on a separate occasion and wanted to feel it again. He must have been raised by a rattlesnake. His wife was a stupid woman to divorce him two years ago.

Dismissing the old memory, she hurried to her room and called Liyah.

Liyah answered after the first ring. “How was it?!” she squealed into the line.

“Ah!” Taeja screamed from excitement, dropping onto the bed belly first.

“Which one of them is bigger?! ”

“I’m not answering that!” Taeja said. “Mi seh, that was the best sex of my life!”

“Dem angle triangle yu, nuh true?”

“Right through!” Taeja exclaimed with an unwavering smile. “I’m still so sore, but it was worth it. Mi afi find dem yard tomorrow.”

“Yu cya mek yu front rest first?”

“I’ll rest when I’m dead,” Taeja joked. “Get two man fi fuck yu one time, then you’ll see what I mean.”

“Me? Yu nuh see how mi man likkle and boring? That’s why mi naa stop give him bun.”

Taeja scoffed. “You should be loyal.”

Liyah laughed dryly. “Says Taeja? My friend who enjoys having sex with older married men?”

“I don’t!” Taeja defended. She’d never seen them with wedding rings until the next morning when they slipped them on before they left her. Taeja was many things, but she wasn’t a home wrecker. It wasn’t her fault the men lied that they were single.

“Mm, whatever girl. Anyway, I do love Mason. The sex just isn’t as spicy as one time… Wanna share your twins?”

A hot flash of jealousy crossed her, and Taeja glared at Liyah. “Girl, bye,” she hissed.

Sure, the Stark twins were practically still strangers, but after what happened earlier? She didn’t plan on letting them go.

Her only concern was if they felt the same.

Probably not.

Men never wanted her for anything other than sex.