Page 63 of Moonflower
“I guess you’d better prove yourself, Cora. Get on your knees. But take your clothes off first. I want to see every part of you.”
Quickly, I obey, stripping and then getting to my knees in front of them. Wilder has his jeans undone first, so I suck the tip of his cock while I stare up at him with wide eyes.
“Shit,” he groans, gathering my hair in his hands. He doesn’t take control, but he keeps a tight grip. I think it’s a reminder that he can take over at any second. I may be the one working, but I’m still completely at his mercy.
After a minute, I move to Ezra’s dick. Wilder keeps his hands in my hair, shoving me forward until I gag. I push against Ezra’s thighs until Wilder lets me move back. They let me have a second before Ezra drives into me at the same time Wilder shoves me forward, almost like they planned it.
I gag again, and tears fill my eyes.
“That’s it,” Wilder says, his voice as dark and predatory as last night. “This mouth is good for one thing and one thing only.”
“Such a pretty fuckhole,” Ezra adds.
I whimper, choking when he pushes into my throat. It pulls a groan from both of them.
“Shit, hold on,” Ezra says, pulling out. “Can I take a picture of you like this?”
I tilt my head. “Why?”
“The way you look right now. I want to draw you like this later.”
A hint of nervousness curls through me. “Just for you?”
“Just for me,” he assures. “I can put the picture in a password-protected folder. And I’ll keep the drawing to myself. Or give it to you.”
I think it over for a second, but ultimately I nod. I trust Ezra. “As long as I get to see the drawing.”
Bending at his waist, he kisses the tip of my nose. “Of course, Moonflower.”
He fishes his phone from his pants pocket, lining up the picture. Just as he snaps it, I dart my tongue out to lick a drop of precum from the tip of his cock.
Another groan as Ezra stares at the picture. “Fuck, that’s perfect.”
I circle my tongue around the head of his dick, smiling up at them both.
He grunts. “I love it when you do that.”
Locking eyes with him, I do it a couple more times before taking him all the way down. He watches as my throat bulges, trying to accommodate him. Then his fingers brush over my neck, feeling himself inside of me.
When I pull back, my eyes are watering, and my jaw already aches. But it doesn’t matter. Not when I’m on my knees with both of them gazing down at me like I’m the only thing in the world that matters to them.
I suck the tip of Wilder’s cock, swirling my tongue. He swears under his breath.
“The things I want to do to you, Moonflower,” he says lowly. He releases my hair, stroking my chin instead.
Moaning, I take him deeper. As he pushes into my throat, I can’t help but gag a little, and it makes his eyes roll into the back of his head.
I don’t try to push him away. If they want me to prove myself, then I’ll do whatever it takes. I want to know what it feels like to have them both inside of me at the same time. So I hum with my nose pressed into his shirt. I grip Wilder’s jeans, but he slaps my hands away.
“Behind your back, Cora. Fuck, Ez, tie her up.”
“I’d say she’s proved herself. Don’t you?”
Wilder hums. “Yeah. But I’m not done playing with her yet.”
His words send an involuntary shiver through me. These two men are my best friends. Out of everyone in my life, they’re the ones I trust the most. They’d never do anything I wouldn’t want. But that predatory look is back in Wilder’s eyes, and it makes me wonder what he has up his sleeve.
Ezra’s touches are gentle as he ties my hands behind my back. He peppers my skin with kisses that send tendrils of warmth through my body. As he finishes, Wilder pulls himself out of my mouth. Then he heads into my bedroom again, returning with a candle in his hands. The flame dances as he walks—he must’ve lit it when he disappeared earlier.