Too Many (Too 2)

“I want room to work, and her back on our bed,” Owen says.

I’m pretty sure he’s talking to Elijah and not me. I feel us go up some stairs and Elijah follows us, but my hair hides most everything but his feet.

A moment later I’m being tossed onto a bed and Owen towers over me. Elijah once again steps back and leans up against the far wall, watching us. He’s letting Owen have his turn with me and the idea of them taking turns on my body makes me even hotter. My mouth opens but no words come out. I want to beg them to touch me and tell me this isn’t some one-time thing. I need them to confirm that we can make this work. I want to know that this is only the beginning and they’ve been wanting this as long as I have.

“I told you to spread those legs, baby girl,” Elijah demands from across the room. His hand has found its way into his jeans that are undone and hanging loose on his hips. It allows me to see the trail of hair that leads to where his hand is hiding. “In fact, lose the dress altogether.”

Owen undoes his belt and pulls it from his jeans. The sound of it hitting the wood floor is loud in the empty room. I want to tell them to lose their clothes, but more than anything I need their hands on me.

“I’ll need help,” I lie as I roll over onto my stomach. I could unzip the dress myself, but I want Owen to do it for me.

I feel the bed dip before his hand brushes my neck. He pushes my hair out of the way and his fingertips skim my skin before he pulls the zipper down. A small moan comes from me as he kisses each bare inch of my exposed skin along the way.

He shifts as he pulls the strapless dress down my body, leaving me naked on the bed. I close my eyes as he keeps on kissing me everywhere and his hands roam over my body. He kisses my ass before taking one long lick down the center of my cheeks and I gasp at the sensation. I want more, but I need it on my clit. I start to roll over, but Owen’s ahead of me and turns me over easily and spreads me wide.

Elijah has moved to stand next to the bed and now he’s the one looking down on us. They both stare at my naked body, drinking in every inch of me.

“Taste her, Owen. It’s the sweetest thing you’ll ever know,” Elijah tells him, his voice thick with arousal.

“I’m not going to taste her. I’m going to devour her,” Owen growls before his mouth comes down on me.

I cry out at the instant pleasure and begin to rise off the bed as an orgasm tries to break free. Elijah stops me and pins my hands over my head, leaning down to kiss me.

Chapter Eight

Elijah

“Tell me what it’s like to have him eat your pussy while I hold you down.” I kiss her again and suck on her bottom lip before I look down at Owen enjoying her.

“It-it…” She stumbles over the words as she cries out again. “Perfect.”

“That’s because you belong to us.” I rub my nose against hers and then kiss my way down her neck and to her tits. When I suck on a nipple she arches her back again and I can hear Owen growl.

“I’m not finished.” He grabs her hips as his tongue dips between her folds and he makes a meal out of her.

“Stop trying to take it away from him, baby girl,” I scold, and Nellie whines.

“It’s too much.” The muscles in her body clench and she screams as Owen hums his approval. Her chest and neck flush and there’s a light sheen of sweat all over her body.

“One down.” I smile smugly, sliding my hand down to where Owen’s mouth is and spreading her lips for him. “About a hundred more to go.”

“I can’t—”

“You can and you will,” Owen demands from between her legs. “Brother, you’ve got to try this.”

I move closer to her and breathe deep. I can smell the sweet scent of her pussy as I lean in and take one long lick. “Fuck.”

“Have you ever tasted anything so goddamn good?” Owen asks, moving in next to me.

The two of us take turns licking over her clit until finally we’re both doing it at the same time. I move my fingers to her pussy and push two inside her, and that’s when I feel Owen’s fingers in her ass.

“Just getting her ready for me,” he says as he moves easily in and out of her tight little hole.

“How does it feel, baby girl?” We lick her clit again and she cries out. Her pussy squeezes my fingers and I groan.