“And m-my nipples?”
“Scarred, baby.”
Tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes.
“But I bet…” He brushed his thumbs over her neglected nipples and the unexpected jolt of pleasure was so sharp she shouted. “Yeah, that’s right, still so damn responsive.”
“Holy shit,” she said.
“None of this detracts one bit from how fucking gorgeous you are, Jazmine. Not one of your scars makes me want you any less. And I’m pretty goddammed sure they don’t make Screw want you any less either. He’s practically fucking drooling. You want a taste of these beauties, don’t you, Screw?” he asked as he played with her nipples.
“Fuck yes,” he said on an exhale.
“I don’t know. Pretty sure you’re already in the middle of something down there. Maybe if you’re a good boy and finish Jazz off she’ll let you suck her gorgeous tits.”
Screw growled and Jazz couldn’t help it, she giggled. These two had done the impossible. They’d made her smile when she’d been so sure this moment would be fraught with nothing but sorrow, tears, and shame.
It was time. Beyond time.
After a few more seconds, she finally mustered the courage needed to believe their words. Jazz let her eyes flutter open and forced herself to stare straight into the mirror and take in the sight before her.
Even before noticing the scars, her attention was drawn to the two men making her body sing. Gumby’s long, tanned fingers stroked all over her naked skin while Screw still worked his finger slowly in and out of her body. Now that the initial fear had worn off, she began to feel the pleasure all over again. Gumby circled his thumbs over her nipples until she was squirming between the men.
He’d been right when he said the scars on her body hadn’t diminished their desire for her. Screw’s eyes were heavy lidded, his lips swollen and shiny from her arousal, and his muscles bunched with tension. Gumby also looked ready to attack at any moment. There wasn’t anything feigned about their responses.
Finally, she shifted her attention to her own body. The scars were…everywhere. Tons of blemishes. Big, small, thin, thick, raised, flat, they were all there in a random scattering across her torso and breasts. More marred her arms, but those remained hidden by her shirt which bunched above her breasts.
The men gave her a moment to study herself, gently stroking her but not driving her toward orgasm. As unconventional as this had been, she couldn’t have imagined surviving this any other way. These men took something she feared and made it happen in a way that didn’t involve getting drunk and breaking the mirror as she’d often imagined would happen.
To her, the scars were ugly, but knowing that these two men, who could have anyone they wanted, male or female, still desired her went a long way toward rebuilding her shattered confidence. Maybe tomorrow, once alone, she’d feel differently, but for now, she believed them when they said they weren’t disgusted. That she was still beautiful. Still desirable as a woman.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“Don’t thank us yet,” Screw said with a wink. “As Gumby said, I’ve got a job to get to. Then I’ll take all the thanks and praise you want to give me.”
With a laugh, she rolled her eyes and shoved his head down.
“Ahh, I see how this is gonna be,” he said, before tonguing her clit.
Had she any brain cells left, she’d have quipped some witty remark, but it was impossible with the things he was doing between her legs. After pulling her shirt and bra the rest of the way off, Gumby pinched her nipples, hard this time, making her arch into him with a low moan.
Suddenly, the urge to deepen the connection to these men became a sharp, clawing need she couldn’t ignore. She tilted her chin up, offering Gumby her lips and he needed no additional encouragement. He kissed her, sucking her tongue into his mouth as he worked her nipples with agile fingers.
Screw ate her like he was fucking starving, lashing her clit with his tongue before shoving it deep inside her. She could barely process the onslaught of sensations coming from so many parts of her body.
When Screw sucked her clit into his mouth at the same time Gumby twisted her nipples, she cried out into Gumby’s mouth and fisted both men’s hair. She swore they groaned in unison at the rough tugs on their scalps.
Her legs trembled and her stomach coiled tighter and tighter with each new sensation. Never before had she been so soaked, so needy, so willing to beg for release.
But she didn’t need to because Screw’s fingers were back inside her—two this time, stroking her toward a hard and fast finish. His other hand squeezed her ass hard enough to leave marks as he held her gyrating hips against his mouth.