Page 3 of Taeja

She was in nothing more than a lacy black lingerie set and her heels. Her brown nipples were hard, pressing against the flimsy material. Standing inches before her, Damon’s eyes hooked onto them. By the shimmer in his eyes, Damon knewhe was the reason her chest was rising and falling this heavily. She battled the urge to rid the lingerie for him, all because of Zain, who sat on a chair, watching her every action.

Taeja was slightly disappointed. She thought he would’ve joined in earlier when Damon had sensually stripped her down. Instead, he sat watching, not bothering to adjust the growing bulge in his pants.

However, she had to admit that it was sexy to be at one brother’s mercy while the other watched with curious, approving eyes. Lust must have been the first emotion she saw other than annoyance from Zain.

She looked at Damon as he stepped forward, taking another and another until she fell backward on the bed. Her clit jumped when he pressed a knee on the bed, right between her thighs. He gave her another slow look of appreciation, and her chest heaved faster.

“You look perfect laying here, Taeja,” he said, slowly inching his knee upward. “What do you want me to do to you?”

“Touch me,” she begged, not caring how desperate she sounded. She shivered as his knee stopped just shy of her pussy, making a whimper past her lips. “Touch me anywhere.”

Damon leaned in closer. Her heart beat faster, threatening to break free. His erection pressed against her thigh, and she swallowed nervously. If it felt this big when restrained, how big would his dick be once free from its cloth confines?

She sent a glance of uncertainty to Zain. Before she could read his hard-to-decipher expression, Damon used the rough pads of his fingertips to turn her head toward him.

“Eyes here, Taeja,” he murmured, sending a jolt between her thighs.

Left no choice but to obey, she nodded.

Damon hummed before he dipped his head in the crook of her neck. He inhaled her scent, and she shivered when she felt the first long lick against her skin. He licked from the crook of her neck to below her ear, then retraced the action until he was sucking on her sweet spot. Her eyes snapped shut, and she craned her neck to give him better access.

Wanting to touch him, she trailed her hands up his chest, feeling the hardmuscles beneath her fingertips.

Damon grabbed her hands, trapping them above her head. He looked down at her. “Don’t touch me unless I tell you to.”

Taeja nodded.

“Words.”

“Yes, da—” She paused. “Damon.”

He smirked but didn’t say a word as he shifted his focus from her lips to her neck. He dipped his head, kissing and sucking both sides while she moaned feverishly. Her pussy was soaking wet as if it was being teased.

Damon showered kisses from her neck to her chest. She looked down at him, watching his every action. Her clit jumped when he unbuttoned her bra and palmed a breast.

He swirled his tongue around her nipple, causing her to arch off the bed with a moan. Damon sucked from her breast like a man starved, and she loved every second of it. Everything he did to her felt as if he was doing it to every sensitive part of her needy body. She was seeing stars and was so close to an orgasm; it was shocking. She’d never been this close to a nipple-stimulated orgasm before.

Damon halted his sweet torture, and she groaned. “So impatient…” he taunted, nipping at the toned skin of her abdomen.

She didn’t answer. Her moans spoke for her as he slipped her panties to the side and ran a finger through her heat. A tremor of pleasure ran up her spine. She needed more.

“You’re soaking wet, baby,” he said, kneeling before the bed. He slipped off her panties and spread her legs wide.

The cold air fanned her hardened clit; she was almost embarrassed how wet she was for this man. For these men.

“I’m going to taste you,” Damon said. “Look at Zain. Don’t look away, even when you start to come.”

“Okay…” Taeja’s eyes darted to Zain, her brows furrowing slightly at him.

Zain’s eyes peeked through his curtain of locs. They were deeply darkened by lust. His erection stood rigid in his pants, and she knew it must hurt. She wanted him to come over and push his dick so far down her throat, he’d leavean imprint on her soul. But, instead, he sat over there and watched.

Damon’s tongue surprised her with its first lick along her slit. Her fingers sank into the sheets on either side of her, gripping them tightly as she looked toward the ceiling and her back raised off the bed. She didn’t realize Damon was watching her until she felt the absence of his tongue.

His eyes narrowed slightly on her. “Taeja. I won’t let you come unless you do what I tell you to,” he warned.

Wanting nothing more than to paint his face with her juices, she had no choice but to comply. Her eyes snapped over to Zain’s.

Zain wore a tiny smirk. Taeja figured he found the denial of her orgasm comical, while she didn’t feel the same.

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