The positioning was a nightmare for them. Julian's hand was pinned under my body, Caelum's arm was trapped beneath my head, and my leg was effectively controlling the pace of Caelum's pleasure. They were physically tangled, their skin touching in ways that made their blood boil with shame, yet neither was willing to be the first to let go.
I loved it. I loved the way Caelum's 'iron' grip was shaking, and the way Julian was looking at me like I was his last meal.
"If you want what's between my legs," I whispered, my voice dropping to a dangerous symphony, "you're going to have to work a lot harder than this. I'm feeling... very particular this morning."
I stopped moving my leg and watched them. I could feel the desperation radiating off them as they were reduced to two starving men, waiting for a scrap of attention from the woman who had already broken them.
