Page 59 of Revenant

With their cocks pressed so temptingly against me, I can’t keep my hands to myself anymore. I press one hand against Jameson’s chest, while I lower the other to Jaceson’s thigh. Both of them shiver at the contact. Jaceson pushes his other thigh between my legs. The movement widens my stance, and Jameson takes full advantage and rubs his cock between my slick folds.

The sensation of the water cascading over us only enhances my senses, my skin so sensitive that I shiver at the slightest touch. My hips thrust back and forth between them, and I’m mindless with pleasure as I grind against them both.

Jameson is confident of his skills, his touch smooth and sure. It’s like everyone before we met was practice so he could make this moment perfect. Jaceson isn’t any less skilled, but his touchis more hesitant, almost reverent as he savors the moment like it’s the first time for him as well.

Their combined attention is enough to overload my senses until I’m drowning in lust. After too many years of abuse, my body isn’t conditioned for pleasure. Everything is too sensitive, too overwhelming, and I’m helpless to do anything but feel every delicious thing they’re doing to me.

Jameson breaks the kiss, and I whimper in complaint when he pulls away, unable to form coherent words at this point. The disappointment lasts only for a second before he lavishes his attention on my breasts. Unfortunately, the shift takes his cock from where I need it, and I mourn the loss. When he sucks the tip of my breast roughly into his mouth and sucks hard, I groan in approval. My hands sink into his hair to keep him close, and I arch into him.

Jaceson takes advantage of the shift, sliding his hands down my stomach before slipping his fingers between my folds. He focuses on my clit, and I’m so on edge that I chase his fingers in a silent demand for more. The fucker keeps his touch light, bringing me right to the edge but never letting me tumble over.

Jameson pulls away, then drops to his knees and peers up at me with a wicked look in his heated eyes. He lifts my leg and drapes it over his shoulder, and my core clenches in anticipation. But instead of feasting on me, he lifts my second foot, and I squeak in alarm. It’s only Jaceson’s strong grip around my waist that keeps me steady. Jameson lowers his gaze to my core and licks his lips with such a hungry expression that I shiver, my pussy clenching in need once more.

“Please.” I’m not even aware I’m begging until he wraps his hands around the outside of my thighs and traces his fingers up and down my legs.

“Don’t worry, pookie. We’ll take care of you.” His expression turns devilish, his eyes gleaming in anticipation when he peersup at me. “Since this is your first time, we’ll be gentle. I’m dying for a taste—you smell fucking delicious—so while I pleasure you with my mouth, my brother will fuck you from behind. If you are still conscious and not sore, I’ll dazzle you with my own cock. We’ll fuck you so good that you’ll feel us between your legs for days.”

I’m nodding before he’s even done speaking. “Yes. That.”

My body tingles at the delicious promise of his words, and I can’t wait another moment. I tighten my thighs around his head and drag him closer. He chuckles for a few seconds, then groans and licks my pussy from back to front so thoroughly that my eyes flutter shut.

A groan rumbles in his chest, his grip tightens on my legs, and he eats me out like he can’t live without the taste of my orgasms on his lips. Jaceson lifts my arms and drapes them over his shoulders, and I eagerly cup his head and twist my face to accept his kiss.

He doesn’t waste time, one hand drifting up to pluck at my nipple while the other sinks lower and delves between my legs from behind. He doesn’t even hesitate to sink his fingers deep into my pussy with a single thrust that has my toes curling.

So much is happening at once that I can’t focus on anything but the pleasure flooding my system. It’s almost too much, their attention bordering on pain. I barely last a minute before the first orgasm rolls over me. I whimper when Jaceson removes his fingers, then moan when his cock presses hard and insistent against my opening.

My lungs stall at the slight burn as he pushes inside of me, the size of him seeming impossibly large. Jameson gentles his tongue with slow licks, easing Jaceson’s passage as he continues to press forward until I feel almost too full.

I expected pain, but they prepared me well, my core so slick that my body offers no resistance. What I didn’t expect wasthe euphoric sensation flooding my veins when he bottoms out. When he withdraws, the slow glide has me clenching around him, trying to keep him at my core.

He flexes and thrusts at the same time, and it hits something inside me that has me seeing stars. With each thrust, he pulls out a little more, then pushes back harder and harder. Not to be outdone, Jameson doubles down with his tongue, sucking and licking at the same time, humming a merry tune under his breath until I’m arching back and forth between the twins. My nails dig into Jaceson’s neck, while my other hand skims lower until I’m grabbing his ass, urging him to pound into me harder.

My orgasm is slow to build, my body tingling with the force. Just when I think I’ll fall off the ledge into nothingness, they push me higher and higher. I gasp, unsure if I’m even breathing, when they finally send me flying to the stars.

If I had any breath left in my body, I would have screamed. Jaceson curses under his breath, his pace picking up, his piercing hitting a spot inside me that extends my pleasure until lights flash behind my eyelids. He’s relentless as my pussy milks his cock, then I feel him shudder when he comes. Jameson’s tongue laves me slowly, uncaring that his brother’s cock is right next to his mouth.

With each swipe of his tongue, my core ripples with a smaller orgasm, and I melt into a puddle. When his attention becomes too much, I flinch, and he places one last kiss on my clit before lowering my legs back to the floor. Jaceson’s cock is still inside me, the man refusing to pull away yet, and the position sends him deeper. If not for his hands on my hips, I would collapse into a boneless heap.

I grimace as the muscles of my thighs protest, my legs unused to being wedged open for so long. Jameson rises to his feet, running his hands along my body as he stands, and I shiver at the feel of his touch against my skin. The lower half of hismouth glistens with my juices, and he greedily licks his lips, never once looking away from me.

Seeing him that way, thoroughly enjoying my pleasure, has my pussy clenching again. Jaceson curses under his breath, his cock flexing, and he thrusts into me again like he can’t get deep enough. His forehead comes to rest on my shoulder, his breath warm on my back as he pants for air.

With a mournful sigh, he slowly pulls out of me, the metal piercing dragging deliciously against my insides, and I shudder again. Even before he leaves me, I already miss him, feeling achy and empty. Warmth floods my face as our combined juices slide down my thighs, despite the water of the shower still sluicing down our bodies.

Jameson cups my face, studying me closely, his expression so serious that I straighten. “You’re sore. We’ll continue this later when yo?—”

“No.” I grab him before he can leave. I meant to grab his hips, but he was already turning away from me, and my hands land on his cock instead.

We both freeze, then my curiosity gets the best of me, and my hand tightens around his length. With a growl under his breath, he thrusts into my grip. “I might be sore, but I’ll never bethatsore.”

Jameson searches my expression once more then shuffles closer, trailing his fingers against my skin in a barely there touch that is almost enough to distract me from my goal.

Almost.

I slowly stroke my hand down the length of him, watching him under my lashes as he shudders at my touch. Then all my attention lands on his beautiful cock. It’s long and thick, almost pulsing in my grip like it’s begging me for attention.

How can I refuse?

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