Go figure.
Not going to lie though, I am so ready to get these torture devices off of my feet. I don’t know where Penn found them, but never again.
Her and Connor left a while ago, so I don’t have to feel guilty about ditching her either. I don’t have to worry about anything except what I’ve agreed to. Not like this is my first group session, but it’s my first with both of them, and since they’re my, like, kind-of-boyfriends I guess, it just feels like… more.
Asher leads us down the hall to his room, and I can’t say that him dressed as Sam Winchester isn’t doing it for me. Though Sawyer dressed as Dean Winchester isn’t exactly hard on the eyes either.
When they found out about my love for Supernatural, they thought this would be fun.
Not going to lie, it totally is.
Sawyer closes the door once we’re all inside and I swear my heart stops when I find them both staring at me like I’m the answer to all of their prayers.
“Strip for us, Beautiful,” Asher demands, and I bite down on my lip as they both take a seat on the sofa opposite the bed.
I pull down the zipper on the barely-there crop top and drop it to the ground at their feet, before reaching up and loosening my hair from its confines until the waves drop down to my mid-back.
“Fuck,” Sawyer groans as he leans forward, elbows on his knees. “So freaking stunning. Every goddamn inch of you.”
His words bolster my wavering confidence and I turn to give them my back, showing off my ass as I bend over and push down the skirt and tiny shorts, leaving my lacy thong in place. I kick off my stilettos and lift one leg to the bed before taking off one stocking, then the next.
“Fuck this,” Sawyer grunts, jumping to his feet. Before I can blink, his hands are on my waist and his lips are on mine. “You taste like cherries and tequila,” he groans without really stopping the kiss.
He tastes just like he looks, fun and untamed. Our kiss is wild with want as our tongues battle for control and our teeth nip at each other without a second thought. My arms wrap around his neck as his body comes flush against my practically naked one.
I should feel off balance being the only one of us naked, but they make me feel safe so I don’t. I also know that if I said stop, they’d stop.
But no fucking way am I doing that.
Especially when my skin heats with Asher’s presence as his lips trail down the back of my neck. One of his hands slides from behind me, up my stomach, and lands on my hardened nipples.
“I think our little vixen is eager for us, brother.” Asher’s breath tickles my shoulder as he speaks, my skin erupting with goosebumps with every touch of his hot mouth.
“Well, who are we to deny her?” Sawyer says playfully as his lips brush against mine, before dropping to his knees and kissing his way down my body.
Asher moves his free hand onto my other breast, squeezing and pinching my nipples as he peppers me with kisses from shoulder to shoulder, occasionally biting down, and I know I’m going to have marks but I can’t find it in me to care. It feels too good.
Meanwhile, Sawyer’s gaze is fixed on mine as he runs a finger through my wetness and brings it to his mouth, moaning his approval. “Hmm, I could eat your pussy all fucking day long, Beautiful.”
Grabbing his t-shirt at the back of his neck, he pulls the cotton over his head and throws it to the side, his torso and abs on display for my viewing pleasure. How can a man be this perfect? More importantly, how is it possible there are two of them?
“Sit on my face, Briar. Time to get my fill.” Asher rips my thong right off just before Sawyer’s mouth latches on to my pussy, his big, strong hands cupping my ass cheeks as he licks and sucks my clit, and I swear I see freaking stars. His tongue prods at my opening as his pinky fingers slide across to the crack of my ass, playing with my hole without actually entering.
I reach back to wrap an arm around Asher’s neck while my other holds on to Sawyer’s blond strands. I control his movements as much as I can with my fingers tightly wrapped in his hair as I ride his face.
“Make her come, Sawyer.” Asher doesn’t need many words to spur his brother on, and Sawyer doesn’t need telling twice. His tongue laps at me in the best way, his teeth nipping at my clit, his fingers pushing just a little inside my asshole. All the while, Asher’s fingers are pinching my nipples harder and harder, his kisses turning to sucking, my skin burning with the heat of them both.
“Oh, God. Yes, yes, yes!” I hurtle into my orgasm, but Sawyer doesn’t let up.
“That's it, baby. Give it to him. Come all over his face,” Asher encourages, and just as my pelvis rocks into Sawyer’s mouth, he pushes both pinkies inside my ass deep enough to make my orgasm erupt even harder. I’m a shaking, trembling mess as Sawyer’s fingers pull out, and in their place I can feel how fucking hard Asher is behind his jeans, rubbing against my ass.
It’s all too much, yet, not nearly enough.
“On the bed, face down, ass up.” Asher whispers the command in my ear before turning me to face the four-poster and gently guiding me to the mattress.
Behind me, I hear the rustling of fabric and, without even looking, I smile, knowing I’ll get to see them naked again.
Oh no, what a shame… twin nakedness. Yeah, my life is the worst.