Page 125 of On The Edge
On edge.
“You still have them?” Markus asks Adam quickly once the pod moves us into the air again. We’re almost at the top.
“Fuck yes. At first, I just…inhaled. Breathing in that perfect fucking smell of Melody,” he groans loudly as if he’s remembering it. “But then, I used them… over and over. Pretending the fabric was pressed tight against her cunt while I fucked my hand with them.”
“Oh god.” I press my forehead against the glass, my attention and care of the breathtaking view in front of me being pulled from as the image of the filthy fucking his words are paint fill my mind.
“God,” Markus sighs, and I hear him move. “I’m getting hard just from thinking about it.”
“Seventeen-year-old Adam used them daily, man. Those panties? They aremine,” Adam growls. “You had that pair that you stole out of her sleepover bag that one time.”
“Yeah, but those were clean.”
“Ah, can’t argue there.” I can hear the winning smirk in his voice.
“I jerked off into those panties so many fucking times,” Markus growls.. “It’s like a subconscious response now, I see or hear about Melody’s panties and I get hard.”
“Same,” Adam adds, and I dare to look over my shoulder. They’re both holding something in their hands, but not looking at me yet. “You think our girl would let us cum in her panties now?”
“I don’t know. I’m sure she’s jetlagged,” Markus says in such a fake condescending voice I want to turn and wipe what I’m sure is a smug smirk off his face.
“Yeah, I bet,” Adam agrees and they’re silent. But only for a moment before I hear someone rise and walk toward me. My chest rises and falls quickly as my heart beats faster.
They’ve got something planned. They want something, and I already know I’m going to do whatever it is. I’m still wet from being verbally edged earlier and this…this isn’t helping. It’s making it worse. They want drenched panties to keep? I don’t think I’ll have a dry fucking pair at the end of this.
I can smell Adam’s clean laundry and spice scent as he crowds the space behind me, just enough that I can feel his hard-on pressing into my lower back. I bite my lip, and let my head fall back against his shoulder.
“What do you say, baby? Do you feel up to coming for us, and then letting us come for you?” Adam’s voice curls around me like a second skin, and my breathing slows. His heavy, rough hand wraps around my waist coming to rest on my belly. His hands are so big they practically span my entire stomach.
But then he moves his hand lower. Slowly trailing over my clothes before his fingers slip underneath the waistband of my pants.
I gasp softly.
“Someone…” My brain isn’t working. The moment his hand touched me, it was like I couldn’t think straight.
“No one’s going to see us. We’re way too high up,” Markus whispers into my other ear and now I’m perfectly in the middle of them both. “We want you to come on our fingers, so we can get your cum on the panties you left behind for us years ago, and have haunted us since.”
“And then,” Adam whispers in my other ear, “then we want to come in you.”
“We can’t have sex up here,” I say breathlessly. I don’t know why I’m fighting them. I’ll gladly have sex up here. I want to have sex up here. Ineedto have sex up here.
“We don’t have to have sex. We just want our cum in you. Either dripping from your pussy while we take your pants off just enough to expose your pussy while we free just our cocks and fuck you against the glass. Or…” Adam lets the words trail off as Markus picks up the end of the sentence.
“Or you get on your knees and swallow us down. Either way, our cum will beinsideof you.”
I can’t help it. I moan softly, and nod against Adam’s shoulder.
“Do you want that, Echo?” Adam whispers.
Do I want that? Fuck, I feel like I won’t be able to breathe if I don’t have that.
“Yes, please,” I whisper breathlessly. Adam’s hand moves lower, slipping under my underwear and sliding against my clit easily with how wet I am.
“You’re soaked,” Adam says huskily, his dark voice right in my ear as I breathe harder. “I’ve barely touched you, and it’s like you’re ready to take two fingers.”
“Did you like hearing how we’ve been so fucking gone for you since high school, Melody? How we each tried to find things of yours to keep for ourselves because we thought we’d neveractually get you, so we settled for pieces? Whatever we could get? Did you like hearing how much we wanted you, even then?” Markus whispers in my other ear, and I don’t… I don’t know what to do.
Adam’s soft breathing in one ear, Markus' dirty words in the other, Adam’s fingers rub circles around my clit, all the while, I’m pressed against the glass, fighting for my life to stay in control.
