Page 37 of A Touch of Sapphire

“I want to slide inside this tight pussy so badly, Sapphire, but I want Anton to feel you first. Show him what he’s missing by being a stoic, stubborn ass,” Isaiah growls as he pinches both of my nipples, making me mewl. Loudly.

“More, please,” I beg, and Isaiah kisses my shoulder but never moves his hands lower, where I need them. He just keeps teasing my nipples.

“Are you begging, baby girl?” Isaiah nibbles my earlobe, and I gasp. Fuck, it’s been so long…so fucking long.

“Yes, please. I need more.” My voice is a broken, lust-filled plea. I whimper, when Isaiah drops his hands to my hips, no longer teasing me, and I instantly miss his touch.

“Give her more, Anton.” Isaiah lifts one of my legs, placing one foot on one of his thighs and then doing the same to the other. I blush as I realize what he’s done. I am fully exposed to Anton now. Isaiah spreads my thighs open wider, and I squeeze my eyes shut. I don’t want to watch Anton reject me again. I won't.

After a few moments of silence, I’m ready to jump off Isaiah’s lap and hide. Except before I can, there’s a mouth against my thigh, biting. My eyes fly open and collide with Anton’s. The sight of him between my thighs, kissing and biting his way across the sensitive skin, is nearly enough to make me come on its own.

When he kisses just above my clit, I bite my lip between my teeth, holding in my moans. This earns me a sharp pinch against my nipple that forces me to gasp.

“We want to hear you, Sapphire. No holding in your noises,” Isaiah warns, and I nod, watching as Anton very fucking slowly licks me. His tongue dips into my center before he drags it up and across my clit. He repeats this until I’m panting, and I can’t stop my hands as I bury my fingers in his hair and direct his mouth right where I want it.

“Lick there,” I whisper my demand, and Anton groans, finally giving me what I need. He licks and sucks against my clit in desperate strokes that send me over the edge quickly. He doesn’t stop though until I push him back. “Fuck me,” I say, trying to sound confident.

“Take what you want, Sapphire. Show him what you need.” Isaiah gives me a push off his lap, and I do as he says. I help Anton out of his shirt, then his pants and boxers. I pause at the sight of his very impressive cock. I lick my lips, wondering if he’ll let me taste him first.

The sight of the silver bar on the tip of his cock solidifies that decision, and I grip him in one hand, stroking as I lick the piercing tentatively. I’m shy at first.

The shuddering breath leaving him as he drops his head back encourages me to keep going. I take him fully between my lips, my tongue circling his tip, as his body shakes under me. I’m bent over Anton, with my ass facing Isaiah. A soft smack to my left cheek reminds me the other man is still here.

“One day, I’ll fuck this tight hole, while Anton buries his cock in your perfect pussy.” I nearly choke on Anton’s cock as the dirty words have Anton thrusting up and into my throat. I swallow, taking him deeper as I stroke his balls with my free hand.

I’m yanked away from his cock, and I blush.

“Did I do it wrong?” I ask, worried I hurt him.

“No, Saff. That was the best fucking blow job of my life, but I’m not going to last more than a few pumps if you keep it up.” When I pout, Anton smirks. “I’ll come between these perfect lips next time.” The expectant way he says this has me lighting up.

“Next time?” I ask eagerly, and Anton nods once.

“How long have you…” he trails off, unsure how to ask what’s on his mind, I think.

“How long have I wanted you?” I offer, and he swallows hard, my face still cupped between his big hands.

“When I was seventeen, I saw you without a shirt, and it was the first time I felt…desire. I wanted to touch you. Kiss you. Hold your hand.” I swallow, feeling brave. Probably because he just had his face buried between my thighs as he ravished me. “Then every day for the rest of my life,” I shrug, and Anton smirks.

“That bikini you wore for your eighteenth…fuck, I thought someone was going to catch me with a hard-on. I had to jack off in the bathroom three times that night.” His admission has my mouth falling open.

“That was the first?”

“That was the first time I jerked off because of you. I’d had less than brotherly feelings for you before that, though. Not sexual–”

“Just romantic,” I giggle because my words make him blush, but he nods.

“I didn’t think of you as anything other than Anton’s little sister until I saw you in that fucking dress the night of your engagement party. My favorite part was watching it fall off your curves.” Isaiah draws my attention to him as he speaks, and I look over my shoulder. I watch as he slowly strokes his cock.

“It was him?” Anton asks, and I freeze. Oh, no…is he angry? I slowly turn back to face my first love and nearly crumble. He doesn’t look mad, just curious. When I nod, he chuckles. “Should have known, fucker. You took her virginity?”

“He’s the only–” I snap my mouth shut before I can finish that sentence.

“You were engaged…” Anton says, frowning. Clearly, he knew what I was going to say, even though I stopped myself.

“To someone I could barely stand.” I nibble my lip, looking away.

“The only man?” Isaiah asks softly, and I nod once. I can’t look at either of them right now. “Fuck, Saff, I didn’t know that! I just assumed–”

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