Then the head of his cock kissed my lips.
I opened for him on instinct, allowing him to enter and indulging in his familiar flavor.
Cinnamon, spice, and man.
I groaned, swallowing him as deep as my throat allowed. His fingers twined in my hair, stilling me when I started to pull back for air. He seemed to be trying to catch his breath, perhaps even not make a sound, but I already knew it was him, something I would have told him if I could.
After a beat, he allowed me to move, my nostrils flaring to inhale much-needed oxygen, but he didn’t let me pop him out of my mouth. Instead, he drove back in, his grip tightening as he forced me to take more of him.
I relaxed my throat, allowing him to drive while a hand slipped between my thighs to test my arousal. The kiss against the base of my spine told me Zeph approved of what he found.
That little gesture gave the game away, confirming what I already knew about their positions—Kols being in my mouth with Zeph behind me.
Zeph always guarded me in my dreams, his gaze ever watchful as if needing to reassure himself that I was enjoying the act. And he frequently touched me to gauge my interest in certain things, like he did now by sliding his finger through my damp folds.
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It made me trust him, even when he took me outside of my comfort zone.
Kols left my lips slowly, drawing me back to him and eliciting a complaint from my throat. He caressed my cheek in response, then moved to switch places with Zeph.
I considered telling them I already knew who was where, but the velvety kiss of Zeph’s arousal against the edge of my mouth distracted me.
Oh, yes, please. I wanted to taste him. To learn his likes and dislikes. To please him. To swallow his pleasure just as he did mine.
My lips parted for him, my tongue already moving to greet him as he slid inside far gentler than I expected. I could feel the tension in him, the way he held himself back, and for some reason, that made me want to push him. To see if I could dismantle some of his control and set him free.
Because I wanted to experience him, the man behind the dominance, the one who craved me without remorse. I’d seen that male lurking in his gaze, had felt him rising in my dreams, but had yet to experience him in the flesh.
I needed to devour him, to know him, to feel him inside me.
I wanted him to come.
I hollowed my cheeks, my throat working to take him deeper, only his palm gripped the back of my neck to pull me away from him instead. Kols’s palms burned against my hips as he held me in place, the tip of Zeph’s cock whispering against my lips.
I leaned forward to lick him, only to be held back by his hand around my neck. “You already knew it was me, didn’t you, pixie flower?”
“Yes,” I admitted. “Kols went first, but I wanted to taste you, so I didn’t say anything.”
He released my nape and drew his knuckles across my cheekbone in a tender manner. They both seemed keen on that little motion.
Actually, there were a lot of similarities between Zeph and Kols.
I knew they shared women, the rumors were rampant about it, but now I understood why. They worked well as a team. Even now with how Zeph gently stroked my face while Kols’s thumbs drew hypnotic patterns against my hips.
Always touching and ensuring my comfort. Minus the orgasm denial bit.
Zeph slipped his thumb beneath the makeshift blindfold, slowly guiding it upward and over my head to allow me to see.
I blinked a few times, my eyes unadjusted to the light.
He pressed his palm to my cheek when I swayed a little, his strength providing me with the stability I needed to find my bearings once more. Meanwhile, Kols’s thumbs continued that delirious pattern against my skin, the heat of his groin a firm presence at my backside and exciting my nerves.
I wanted them both inside me.
Now.
I looked up at Zeph, my lips parting on a demand. Only, whatever I’d been about to say died in my throat, my gaze hypnotized by the marvelous display of muscles and sinewy skin before me.