Chapter 39
Chapter Thirty-Nine
JESSICA
My body no longer feels like my own. The way they coax my pleasure sends a plethora of sensations that take me onto another plane. Maybe this is what it’s like to have an out-of-body experience.
I can barely catch my breath, the sound of my wet release evident as Caleb practically growls. I blink back into existence and stare down, his face wet from my arousal.
He looks up at me, his lips pulling into a salacious grin.
“We’re just getting started, little one,” he says as he carefully moves my legs from his shoulders.
If it wasn’t for Noah holding my hips, I think my knees would have given out. My legs feel like jelly.
“You always come so fucking beautifully,” Noah says, nipping my neck. “Does knowing we will only ever worship at your altar feel empowering? That you bring us to our knees without even trying.”
“Oh God.” My nipples are hard peaks. Their words and actions have my body primed and ready for whatever else they have in store for me tonight.
My core clenches with small aftershocks from my orgasm.
“We can be your Gods, sweet girl,” Caleb says, his words a promise, because they own me.
At this rate they will, without a doubt, fuck me into a state of oblivion. Thankfully, my stamina is better than it used to be. It has to be when trying to keep up with these two insatiable men.
The things they do to my body are beyond anything I ever thought imaginable.
“I might have taken the liberty of bringing some toys along. We don’t have to use them, of course, but it’s always good to have options,” Caleb says, standing to his full height, his chin still glistening with my cum and I love how he doesn’t attempt to wipe it away.
“I figure we fuck you senseless and then bring you back as we take you nice and slow. And if you fall asleep, you can keep one of our cocks warm until you wake, but I can promise you both this, neither of you will be resting tonight.”
Both a promise and a threat, and I am here for all of it.
Noah’s hand shoots out, causing me to gasp as his fingers wrap around Caleb’s throat. Caleb’s eyes widen, his nostrils flaring from the sudden action.
“Hmm, as long as you’re willing to take just as much as you’re willing to give,” Noah says, his own dominance shining through, as he releases his grip.
“You know I am,” Caleb replies, arching a brow, not in the least bit perturbed.
I realised this early on, Caleb loves it when Noah takes control too, even if it’s only briefly. It ups the ante. The tension between us crackles, sparks turning to wildfire in my veins, and I whimper.
“I say we play some more, get you well and truly ready, before we both ruin your sweet cunt at the same time.”
Caleb’s hand shackles my throat, much like Noah had his, and he squeezes. My eyes roll into the back of my head before he drops his hand.
“Yes.” My voice is a breathy plea at the promise in his words. “I just want you both, any way you’ll have me.”
“Good girl,” Caleb says, his focus going to Noah over my shoulder. “Now, Noah, you’re wearing way too many clothes. Strip.”
I hear the subtle intake of breath from Noah, and my heart pangs in my chest, because this isn’t easy for him, not since his diagnosis. He has a more vulnerable side to him I’ve never experienced before, and I think it’s the same for Caleb too.
“As are you,” he replies, but I can hear the slight fray in his voice.
Caleb takes a step back and I slip out from between them, snatch up the short lacey robe from the chair that I brought specifically for tonight, pull it on, and knot the belt.
“Now this I’d very much like to see.” I tap my chin. “Lady’s choice, right?”
Caleb arches a brow in question.
“I want you to undress each other,” I say, sitting on the end of the bed and crossing my legs, aware I’m still wearing my heels, but something about that only empowers me more somehow.
“You heard her,” Caleb says as he prowls towards Noah. “Let’s give our girl a show.”
I note how Caleb stops right in front of Noah and cants his head to the side, a challenge.
Noah’s throat rolls as he swallows, but any nerves are quickly replaced as he reaches out and undoes Caleb’s tie. They removed their suit jackets after dinner and although Noah’s tie is loose, Caleb’s is not.
He easily works the knot, allowing it to fall open before starting on his shirt buttons, revealing his beautiful, tattooed torso.
Then Caleb mirrors his movements, unbuttoning Noah’s shirt while their eyes stay fixed on one another the entire time before he pushes it off his shoulders, allowing it to pool on the floor.
Caleb makes up the small distance between them and kisses Noah’s pectoral muscles. I see the way his muscles bunch and ripple at the contact, it’s so intimately reverent.
My insides warm when I see this strong, powerful man, so open and loving.
His eyelids flicker as he stares up at Noah, who gazes down at him with the same love and devotion.
Caleb stands up, his palm splayed over Noah’s chest above his heart.
“I love you, now and always,” he says, his words a benediction. Tears spring to my eyes. This moment is one that will be etched in my memory forever.
I watch in complete awe as they strip down to nothing. They really are the most beautiful men I have ever seen.
They’re both breathing heavily as their gazes turn to me.
“Now, what would you like us to do next, sweet girl?” Caleb asks, his eyes midnight blue in this light.
I glance to Noah, his hazel eyes dark and alluring as he cocks his head to the side.
“I want you to touch each other,” I reply, not even needing to think about my response.
They reach out for one another, their eyes locked on mine, watching me as I watch them.
My gaze tracks the way their hands roam over one another, stopping at their hard arousals.
Each of them wraps a fist around the other and they begin to work each other.
I can see the glistening heads of their cocks slick with pre-cum, and I lick my lips.
“Does this make you hot?” Caleb’s deep Irish accent is only turning me on more.
I nod, practically panting as he speeds up his ministrations, causing Noah to moan, his eyelids heavy. Caleb uses his other hand to cup Noah’s balls, his chest rising heavily with each inhale and exhale.
Caleb stops, his eyes turning dark and dangerous. “You didn’t answer Jessica, we need your words.”
My eyes flick between them as Noah grits his jaw.
“Yes, you make me hot,” I reply, voice sultry.
“Hmm, then show us, spread those pretty thighs and show us your cunt.”
Fuck, my lower stomach tightens with need, it’s almost like a compulsion as I uncross my legs and spread them.
I can feel how wet I am. My cheeks heat as I know I’m leaking on my robe as well as the bed. But I swear it only turns them on more, seeing the evidence of my arousal.
“Lose the robe,” Noah says, his tone authoritative and brooking no argument. Not that I would ever deny either of them. “Let us see everything.”
I undo the thin belt and let it fall open before slipping it off and tossing it aside.
“Look at you. All pretty and wet for your husbands,” Caleb says, and fuck me, if that doesn’t heighten my already aroused state of existence.
“Show us how much you like watching us. Touch yourself, get yourself off.”
I lower my hand between my open thighs, my fingers tracing over my wet seam, and I arch my back at the contact.
“That’s it,” Noah coaxes, and I notice they are moving again, working one another in their large fists.
“See what you do to us?”
“I do,” I reply as I bite down on my lower lip and dip a finger just inside my entrance, teasing myself with my juices. “I love watching you both.”
Nothing turns me on more, especially when they fuck.
“You want more, don’t you?” Caleb asks but it’s rhetorical as his gaze moves back to Noah.“What do you say, wantto giveher a real show?”
“Fuck yeah Ido,” Noah replies, his voice gravelly.
Caleb gives Noah’s shaft one more firm stroke before letting go and making his way over to his bag.
He bends over, the tight muscle of his arse flexing.
The sound of him unzipping it has the hairs on the back of my neck standing to attention as he pulls out a bottle of lube and tosses it to Noah who catches it effortlessly.
“Oh my God,” I say when realisation hits me.
Caleb turns to face Noah as he walks back towards him, a salacious grin on his face.
“How do you want me?” he asks.
I whimper as I slowly fuck myself with one finger before adding another, my free hand braced behind me for support as I wait for Noah to reply.
“Hmm, I’m torn between you on all fours or beneath me so I can look into your eyes when I make you come,” he says.
Caleb turns to me. “Jessica, do you have a preference?” he asks.
I swallow hard and shake my head. “Either is fine with me as long as I get to watch.”
He gives me a salacious grin in response.
Reaching for the lube, Caleb pops the cap and squeezes a generous amount into his palm before taking hold of Noah and working his hard length.
Noah squeezes his eyes closed, his lips parting as his chin dips forward, and then he watches as Caleb makes sure he’s well lubed up.
He squeezes some on his finger and reaches around to coat his arsehole, and the sight is erotic as fuck.
He turns his back to Noah and approaches me, a wicked glint in his eyes as he lowers the top half of his body onto the mattress beside me.
Fuck me, it’s everything.
I shift to the side to watch as Noah walks up behind him.