Page 39 of Those That Defy the Realm

You dress so sloppy. The voice in my head has me biting my lip.

“Hey.” Ash steps forward, adjusting his dick, tucking it into his waistband. His fingers come to my chin, lifting my eyes which I hadn’t even realised had fallen to the floor. “If there’s anything you don’t want to do, or feel nervous about, you can tell us. This will only work if we’re honest.”

My gaze flicks to Henry before coming back to Ash. Both males are wearing expressions of concern. I see no irritation over the fuss I’m causing. Taking a deep breath, I decide to listen to Ash’s words. “It’s just, I wasn’t prepared. My underwear doesn’t match.”

Ash’s brows pull together. “So? I’m the one that sprung this on you, and even if we had pre-planned this I wouldn’t expect you to dress in anything other than what you felt comfortable in.”

“I hope I haven’t given you that impression.” Henry stands, his undone jeans slung low on his hips. “I am deeply sorry if I have. I would hate for you to feel any pressure to dress a certain way.”

“No, you haven’t,” I reassure him. It’s how it used to be, I add in my head.

“May I?” Ash asks, reaching for my waistband but not making contact.

Glancing once more at them both and still finding nothing but reassurance on their faces, I nod. “Yes.”

Ash drops to his knees in front of me and helps me out of my jeans. He leaves my cotton knickers in place and makes a point of toying with the line running across my stomach once he’s discarded the denim.

It starts with his fingers, but gets replaced with his nose. And the line of the underwear is also quickly forgotten as he heads south, breathing in my scent and pooling liquid heat in my lower belly.

“Fuck, you smell delicious,” he says, exhaling hard.

“I bet she tastes even better,” Henry says from his viewpoint over Ash’s shoulder.

“You didn’t taste her before?” Ash pauses to ask,

“No,” both Henry and I reply.

“Damn. Well, I call dibs.” Before I can react Ash’s large hands encircle my waist and I’m being tossed onto the bed. Releasing a half shriek, half garbled giggle noise, Ash is laughing as well as he grips my ankles and tugs me so my ass is right on the edge of the mattress.

In another slick move, my underwear is gone and Ash is once more on his knees, hooking mine over his shoulders and baring me completely to his waiting mouth.

“What—” I don’t know where the question was going, but my thoughts get cut off entirely as Ash latches onto my clit. His lips encircle the sensitive nub and he sucks. Convulsing, my hips arch at the sudden powerful hit of pleasure and my hands dive into Ash’s hair. To pull him away or push him closer, I’m not sure.

He sucks again, making me cry out before he lets go and switches to using his tongue instead. Soothing my clit with the flat pad before he uses the tip to swirl around it, driving me crazy with need.

“Need more?” Henry appears at my head, dropping to kiss me as one of his hands lands on my shoulder. He peels the strap of my bra off, which releases the cup enough that he can reach underneath the fabric with ease. “I might not have gotten the pleasure of tasting you but I do remember how sensitive these were.”

His fingers play with my nipple until it hardens under his touch, before he pinches it with his forefinger and thumb.

“Fuck,” I exclaim.

His face hovers just above mine, carefully watching my expressions as my body gets wound tighter and tighter. Ash moves further down, humming in delight as his tongue dips into my core, his thumb taking up the role of playing with my clit.

“Do you like this? Having both of us focused on you?” Henry’s words ignite that feeling inside me again, the one that made me feel like I’m doing something I shouldn’t. Like having both of them at the same time is somehow naughty, illicit, and completely out of my comfort zone.

Only now, with them both quickly making me unravel with nothing more than their hands and their tongues, I think that I do indeed like it. It’s exciting in a way I haven’t felt in a long time.

“Mmmm, yes,” I moan. “So good.”

“Yes, sweet girl. Let us make you feel good,” Henry says as Ash’s tongue pushes deeper.

The orgasm builds and builds as they continue to explore my body. Henry shoves my bra further down so he can access both my tits, switching to one and then the other whilst he lavishes my neck and lips with kisses. Ash thrusts his tongue into my pussy with a rhythm that sends pulses of pleasure with each invasion until I’m coiled so tight I’m whimpering in their grasp.

“Let go,” Henry whispers in my ear. “We’ve got you.”

I crest in a tumultuous sea of burning synapses, heat rolling through my being, and my soul detaching itself from my bones.

When I come back into my body, both males are still touching me, licking me, but their motions have slowed. They stitch me back together as much as they’ve pulled me apart.