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Yeah, it’s his turn alright. He’s no less skilled than his brother, lashing his tongue into my mouth, nipping at my lips. It’s like they’re starved and I’m the first meal they’ve had in weeks. Their ministrations only amplify one another’s, especially when Ghost adds two fingers to the mix and Jason yanks of the neckline of my costume, freeing my tits for his greedy hands. When Ghost sucks, Jason tweaks a nipple, and when he switches sides, Ghost crooks at that one particular spot.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
“She tastes like candy, brother,” Ghost pants as he comes up for air, his mouth shining beneath the dim lighting with my essence. “Wait til you taste her.”
“Move the fuck out of the way then.” Jason shoves a boot into his arm. “Or do I need to say trick or treat first?” he asks, trailing his tongue down the column of my neck.
Ghost rises to full height seconds later and yanks his brother off my by the back of his shirt. I don’t know what I was expecting to follow, but watching him wordlessly push Jason down onto his knees in front of me or grab one of the nearby chairs to plop down on it wasnotit. Once again, despite the fact I can’t see his eyes, I know he’s watching.
Watching me.
Watching his brother eat me out.
It’s utterly palpable, especially when he withdraws his cock from his pants and begins stroking himself.
My mouth waters at the sight of it.
Jason groans then, burying his face deeper as his tongue assaults my clit. It feels too good, my eyes shutting in bliss as those familiar tingles start building at the base of my spine. It’s only when he groans again that I realize I’m riding his face, too, my hips undulating against his mouth of their own will.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Ghost rasps, springing my eyes back to where he sits.
He’s fully manspread in the chair, fisting his cock like his life depends on it.
His brother sneaks a quick peek, too, but just as he’s about to return his attention on me, I stop him. Unlike Ghost, I can see his eyes. They’re dark like the abyss, and yet I can see the sense of confusion swirling within them.
“I wanna watch you both,” I explain, bringing a hand to where his hand was moments ago, the tips of my fingers brushing over my clit.
Jason smirks knowingly and gives nothing more than a tip to his head before he rises off the plush carpet and joins his brother, situating the other chair beside him. I blink and his cock is free, only it’s not his hand wrapped around it.
It’s Ghost’s.
He works them both for several long moments, my fingers working in time with his movements, before Jason reaches over and takes a hold of his brother’s. My knees buckle at the image playing out before me. I’ve never been with multiple partners at once, let alone two men—in fucking masks no less.
“You like that?” Jason questions.
I’m so caught up in the haze, eagerly playing with myself as the intense need to come drowns everything out, that I miss the fact that question was for me.
“Raven,” Ghost’s voice booms this time, stilling my fingers in place. “He asked you a question.”
“W-what?” I breathe.
“I said, do you like that?” Jason repeats.
I nod, aching with the need to continue.
“Would you like it more if you could taste us?”
CHAPTER SEVEN
JASPER
The little birdnods a second time, prompting Asher to crook a beckoning finger. She obliges on command and struts over, her tits bouncing with every step. They’re a fucking marvelous sight, just like the rest of her. A dark goddess straight out of a horror film, voluptuous, supple, and willing.
Ours for the taking.
“On your knees,” my brother instructs, and again she follows, falling to the floor between us without protest. “I called dibs, so bring that pretty little mouth over here.”
It’s true, he did.
