The remaining hours of darkness are few but we make the most of them. This time the sex is different to any I’ve experienced with my boys. It’s as if they’re trying to convince me that leaving — even for a short time — is not an option; that they can’t be without me for a minute, let alone a month. Sweeping my feet from the kitchen floor, Nicholas carries me to the bedroom where he tosses me onto the bed. I lean back on my elbows, backing up the bed, watching as he and Joel step from their track pants as if they are one hard male entity. Two pairs of eyes glued to mine, they crawl across the bed like predatory animals about to take their fill of me and I love it. I ache for it.
“I think she needs to see we mean it,” Joel says, tracing a finger along the side of my body. He doesn’t look me in the eye. He’s too busy playing his little game of lust.
“I think she needs a fucking so good she’ll never want to leave,” Nicholas replies.
I quiver at the delicious anticipation the idea sparks in my body.
“And we both know what she likes.”
“But long and slow or hard and rough?”
Just give me both, I think. I’m whimpering inside already.
Joel straddles my body. Sitting on my hips, he pinions me to the bed, a devilish grin on his face. His erection is in full view and I reach out to touch it. I want to take him in my mouth but he grabs my wrist, tugging my hand away.
“Uh, uh,” he says. “You’re going to have to beg for it this time, Ariel.”
He tears the condom wrapper with his teeth and rolls the condom on. He leans forward and kisses me, a long deep kiss that sends ripples of desire through me. Then he pulls back and slides his tongue down my neck, over my shoulder. He grazes the skin along my collarbone before his lips find their goal, locking on my breast. A hand skitters around my flesh, down my side and back again. He sucks harder. Between us, his erection throbs on my belly.
I hate that he knows what that does to me.
Somewhere at the bottom of the bed, I feel Nicholas parting my legs. A hot breath tickles my skin and I wriggle. Fingers play in the space between my legs, sliding along, teasing but not entering, making me gasp in pleasure. It’s good. Really good.
“Lay still.”
“Don’t be so bossy.” I pant. He’s, like, asking the impossible. He should know that.
“I thought you liked bossy?”
“I do. I, um—”
He doesn’t wait for my reply, which is fortunate. As his head disappears between my legs, sending me into oblivion, my brain can’t register words let alone have a conversation.
Following Nicholas’ lead, Joel sits up. Still straddling me, he shuffles closer to my ribs. He spreads my arms out and locks them to the bed under his knees. His body has me trapped but I don’t care, the pressure of him crushing me is intoxicating, even if it is hard to breathe. He fondles my breasts with both hands, tugging at each nipple in turn. He bends forward sucking so hard at my neck I know there’ll be a mark in the morning. Then his lips move further around, stopping at the pounding vein below my jaw. I feel his knowing grin against my skin and I close my eyes, biting on my lip. He has me. He’s completely aware of everything he does that makes me quiver.
Joel rubs himself against me, pushing his erection against my cleavage. I hear him moan softly and I imagine the look of lust on his face but I don’t open my eyes. I can’t. Nicholas is using his tongue and his fingers now. His fingers are inside me, fucking me. His tongue is lashing. I am writhing in ecstasy. There’s not a hope in hell my eyes are going to respond to a call to open.
“Fuck me. Please Nicholas, do it.” I can’t help it. I have to cry out.
“Not yet.”
“Yes yet!” I scream, writhing against them both, pushing them away.
Nicholas sits back. Joel climbs off. I open my eyes and see him watching, his eyes dark and intent as Nicholas flips me over and lifts my hips to slide a pillow under them. Joel lays on the bed, his face near mine, his fingers caressing every rib, every bone.
“Hurry,” I whimper. “Please, Nicholas. I can’t wait much longer. Please.”
“Do you think she’s ready?” Nicholas asks Joel. His finger slides over me. I feel it disappearing inside me. Why is he teasing me so? Why does he prolong this agony when I know he wants it as much as I do.
“Just fucking do it,” I growl.
Joel’s hand runs through my tangled hair. His eyes are intent on mine as Nicholas enters me from behind. He stretches out and kisses me again then I close my eyes and squeeze the pillow, the ecstasy building as Nicholas holds my hips and slides himself deep into me, long and slow. Long and slow.
“Harder. God, please, do it harder.”
But Nicholas pulls out. And before I can register how desperate I am at the prospect, I am filled with Joel. His length is thicker, longer. He’s consuming every inch of me. He knows how I like it. He knows not to stop even if I beg him to. And I do. But he doesn’t. Not until I come.
Then he asks if I want more.
Still breathing heavily, I roll onto my back. I’m smiling as I pull Nicholas to me a second time.
“Are you sure?” Nicholas says.
“I want you, I want you in me. I want to feel you.”
He kisses me. He needs no further coaxing. His loving is long and slow, the complete antithesis of Joel’s and as I finally collapse into sleep between them I wonder if I’m going to have the strength to leave. Even if it’s only for a month.