Zeke’s hands are there to cup my breasts under my shirt. He pushes my bra up and out of the way so that his thumb can slide across my nipple. He teases one nipple and then the other. I gasp. I’m now shamelessly lifting my chest for more. “You like that, Olivia? Does it feel good to have me touch your nipples?” Zeke whispers in my ear. “Is your tight little pussy getting wet from this?” he adds. I swear a feel a gush and my panties feel wet. This is more erotic than I ever could have imagined. I’m snapped out of my own thoughts when Levi speaks again.
“Pull it up,” Levi demands. It takes a moment for me to realize what he’s asking for. My body is pulsing with too much need for me to try and think straight. It’s not until Zeke starts to pull my shirt up that I realize what Levi asked for. My shirt and bra are bunched up and my breasts are on full display for Levi. I can see the lust flash through his eyes as he takes in the sight of my bare breasts. I arch toward him, wanting him to pepper them with kisses like he had my stomach.
“Come kiss our girl, Levi,” Zeke says. Now, he is the one issuing the commands. Levi’s eyes snap to mine, leaving my breasts in that moment. Zeke continues to fondle my nipples. Levi has his mouth on mine before I know it and he slides his tongue in to caress mine. He moves so quickly for a man of his size. I think the kiss is going to be hard and fast, but when his mouth brushes against mine it’s as soft as it had been when it grazed my stomach moments ago. He sucks on my tongue and I moan into his mouth, thinking about him sucking me in other places.
I slide my arms around Levi’s neck, pushing my breasts into his chest. Zeke’s hands get trapped between us. It’s then I realize that they are both still wearing their shirts. I want to feel their skin against my body. My thoughts are interrupted when Levi licks the seam of my mouth.
“Open for him, Livvie.” Zeke issues another command. My body does as it’s told. As much as I wanted this, my mind has pretty much blanked out. My body knows to trust them to guide it to pleasure. They have always pointed me in the right direction and I know this time will be no different. I willingly part my lips for Levi, gasping as Zeke nips at my neck. “Let him get his fill of your mouth, baby.”
Levi’s tongue slides into my mouth. He tastes like peppermints and home. I close my eyes, soaking in my first kisses. I dig my fingers in tighter to hold onto him. Forget anyone who says this is wrong because it feels right. I may not be able to marry both of them, but I belong to both of them. I pour everything into our kiss, wanting Levi to feel my acceptance of us too. As Levi devours my mouth, I reach my hand back and caress Zeke’s face. I want this moment to be about all of us.
Levi said so easily that I would marry Zeke. It doesn’t matter to me which one I marry, but I want Levi to feel how much I love him. Zeke is always our guide. Levi is more the strong, silent one out of the two of them. He’s often quiet, but I want him to know that I see him. I love him for who he is.
Levi groans into my mouth as he pulls away from me. His breathing has become labored and hard. “My turn, Livvie girl.” I don’t know what it is about him adding the “girl” to the end of my name, but it has my entire body tightening. I press up into him, needing the friction as I turn my head to meet Zeke’s mouth. I’m desperate to taste him.
The kiss is soft at first. He, too, has a thing for the seam of my mouth. It takes me a second to realize what each of them had been doing when they licked my lips. I find myself doing it to. We’re trying to memorize the feel and shape of each other’s lips. I love that they’re doing all of the little things and making my first experience special.
If I closed my eyes right now after only having kissed them both once, I would be able to tell you who was kissing me from the feel and taste of them alone. When Zeke gives my nipple a pull I gasp. He takes that opening to slip his tongue in my mouth.
His touch is demanding as his tongue intertwines with mine. I feel his hand slide into my hair and take a firm hold of me. I moan into his mouth. His hand slips from my breast and I cry out in protest. I want to tell him to put it back, but the hold he has on my hair lets me know I’m not going anywhere.