Page 35 of Echoes of Desire
Jasper’s touch is deliberate, teasing, and I realize with startling clarity that they’re both fully clothed. The contrast between my vulnerability and their control sends a jolt of something I can’t quite name through me.
“Breathe, sweetheart,” Jaxon murmurs from his spot behind me. His voice is soft, grounding me as I struggle to stay present.
Jasper’s fingers inch closer to where I need him most, his touch achingly slow. Just when I think he’s about to give me what I want, he pulls back, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Not yet, baby.”
A soft whimper escapes my throat, and I feel Jaxon’s hands tighten on my hips. “Patience, sweetheart. This isn’t about rushing. This is about savoring every second.”
They keep me on the edge, teasing and denying me until my body feels like it’s on fire. My breath comes in short, desperategasps, and I lose track of how many times I’ve been brought to the brink only to have it pulled away. And the worst part, they haven’t even touched me where I need them to the most.
Jaxon kisses my neck while his hands lightly skim over my nipples, and Jasper is on his knees between my legs, kissing and nipping at my thighs.
“I’m going to taste her, brother,” Jasper says. “Hold her in place, please.”
Jaxon gently grabs my hands and pins them behind my back. The position causes my breasts to push out and the feeling of vulnerability to increase. With my legs trapped between Jaxon’s and the chair and my arms trapped behind me, I can’t move.
“We’ve been thinking long and hard about a contract between us and you,” Jasper says as he presses kisses so close to my aching center. “We’ve decided that we don’t want a contract with you, Pet.”
“W..what?” I manage to ask.
They don’t want me anymore?
“We don’t want a piece of paper between us,” Jaxon says against my throat. “We will, of course, talk about your hard and soft limits at some point. We will also need a safe word from you even without a contract. Because we plan to push you as far as you’ll let us, sweetheart.”
What? Are they expecting me to freaking think right now?
“For now, use the universal safe word. Red. Repeat that back to us, Pet.”
“R…red.”
“Good girl. If, for any reason, you want us to stop, no matter what that reason is, you say that word. Understand?”
I nod, not able to speak as Jasper’s fingers tease my opening.
“Words, Pet,” he orders.
“Yes,” I pant. “Please.”
“Relax, sweetheart,” Jaxon whispers into my ear, his voice calm but firm. “Let yourself feel it. All of it.”
Jasper’s fingers glide over my skin, his touch deliberate and reverent, as if every inch of me deserves to be worshipped. His lips press soft, lingering kisses along the inside of my thighs, the occasional nip sending jolts of electricity through my body.
“You taste like heaven, Pet,” Jasper murmurs against my skin, his voice low and husky. “I’d spend hours here if you’d let me.”
Jaxon holds me firmly in place while his brother finally presses his lips where I want. My head falls back against Jaxon’s shoulder, and I feel his breath warm against my temple.
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” Jaxon says softly, his free hand teasing my nipple. “Just let us take care of you.”
Their combined presence is overwhelming. Jasper’s focus and precision are maddening. Each kiss and touch calculated to push me higher, closer to the edge they refuse to let me tip over. Jaxon’s steady, grounding energy holds me together when I feel like I’m coming undone.
Time feels like it stretches and folds in on itself. I don’t know how long they keep me there, hovering on the brink, my mind hazy with need and my body aching for release. All I know is the warmth of their hands, the safety of their presence, and the way they guide me to surrender completely.
“What’s she taste like, brother?” I feel the rumble of Jaxon’s chest as he asks.
“Fucking heaven, Blaze,” Jasper says, the vibrations on his lips doing a number on my clit.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Jaxon says. “Next time, we plan to tie you to our bed so we can both play. However, I quite enjoy having you on my lap while you slowly fall apart.”
Good heavens, they need to stop talking. Their voices alone are killing me.