They had all the power.
New hands grabbed my thighs, spreading me open. Sparks fizzled in my head as a damp tongue flattened across my panties, right over my clit. Through the material, either Kite or Jacob lapped at my * in eager strokes.
The tension went through my belly, up to my chest. In my bra, my nipples were aching to be touched. Whoever was fucking my mouth was happy to oblige. Fingertips tweaked gently, tugging at my breasts in light motions.
Thrilling with pleasure, I lost control and coughed on the dick that slid over my tongue. Above me, I heard a grit-filled moan.
This was Jacob I was tasting.
He knew he'd revealed himself, his laugh a puff of hot smoke. “You're too good, Marina. Always too good.” His palm massaged my chest as I worshiped his cock. He let my hair go, the wet sound of him leaving my mouth echoing.
For a long minute, I was suddenly abandoned.
Baffled, I tried to sit up. “Come on,” I said uneasily. My voice was extremely loud to me. I licked my lips once, twice. “Don't play around.”
“Maybe we like playing.”
Kite spoke right into my ear; I jumped.
His palm went to my throat, just like the time we'd fucked in my kitchen. Pressing enough to demand I not move, he kissed me as if it was the last time he ever would.
I didn't care if my lungs exploded. Lying there, Kite's tongue thrashing mine and my eyes rolling back, I let the darkness wash over. Everything paled when compared to this man.
He broke away; inhaling severely, my chest shook and I came back down to Earth. I wanted more than anything to see Kite's face.
I needed to know why he was behaving like everything was fucking tragic.
He licked my jaw, my cheek, the shell of my ear. Kite created a blueprint of me with his tongue.
My panties were wrenched down. Two fingers slid over my soaked *, spreading me. Kite could have had four arms for all I knew. I was disoriented, losing my place in the world.
All of my skin ached for them, from the backs of my knees to the curve of my jaw. Blind as I was, what they did turned them into one single person.
A person who could kiss me and eat me out simultaneously. Me, a lucky girl?
You're damn right.
The person at my feet—Jacob—rolled me onto my side, towards Kite. Holding my thighs open, the blue-eyed man licked me from cunt to anus, shivers jolting through my body. It was ridiculous how amazing that felt.
Thumbing my clit with one hand, Jacob spread my cheeks, tasting me like he was starving. Jerking,I tried to get away from the far too intimate tongue. He held me by my hips and demanded I endure him.
Juice dripped down my legs, staining his expensive comforter. My bra came away, fingers flicking over my firm nubs.
Kite kissed me one more time. I felt his lips hovering, humid air between us. The silence felt... significant.
“Kite,” I hushed. “Are you... is everything okay?”
“No,” he said. “Everything isn't okay. It might never be.”
I wish he'd lied, the truth was too much of a burden. Was whatever was wrong my fault? Had I fucked things up, somehow?
“Kite?”
Kissing me, he effectively ended the conversation. He pulled away a second later, becoming a figment. Foil crinkled, plastic tearing. His next communication was the wide tip of his condom-covered cock pressing between my thighs.
Jacob scooted up the bed, his naked chest crushing into my shoulder blades. “Are you ready?” he whispered, like I had a choice.
Wriggling my tied arms, I trembled at the way Jacob rubbed his shaft up and down over my slippery ass. Kite didn't wait for any cue, he gripped me so that my face went into the hollow of his throat. My moan was muffled by his skin, that rock-solid dick pushing into my eager cunt.
Lips patted on the nape of my neck like rain. “He's too impatient,” Jacob said.
“Of course I am,” Kite grunted, digging into my soft hips with his first strokes.
I couldn't see Jacob, but I acutely felt his lubed cock fighting against the muscles of my asshole.
Behind the blindfold, my eyes flew open.
They were both sliding into me, spreading me wide. My whimper started soft, then grew into an obscene squeal. Gasping, I thought this was it. I was going to be stretched until I snapped. They'd end me here, impaled on them both.
They fought over my conscience, my soul. Kite tried to kiss me while Jacob turned me so he could have a piece. Where pleasure began and pain bloomed, I couldn't find the start of the line.
Sensation was a Gordian knot.
I could feel every hair on my skull, the blood that flowed in my veins and my tongue.
Tensing, my squeals became screams, the blindfold—Kite's shirt—sliding away from how roughly I was being moved. I could see again, my vision swimming with their black and blue stares.
Two ravenous men, they demanded all I had to offer.