The awkwardness of their proximity—their skin rubbing against each other as they worked on me—was still there, but it was drowned out by the sheer, overwhelming need to satisfy the woman between them.
Caelum's chest pressed into Julian's shoulder; their breaths mingled in the small space around my neck.
And then, I felt the overwhelming feeling of an orgasm reaching me. With both of them stimulating my front and back, there was no way I wouldn't reach this height of ecstasy.
And as if they had felt my body's reaction, they both began to increase their pace.
I threw my head back, my black hair spilling over Caelum's arm, and let out a cry that echoed through the silent room.
They were perfectly in sync, driven by a terrifying desire to outdo one another, to be the one who made me scream the loudest. I was the bridge between two brothers turned enemies, the only thing keeping them from tearing each other apart.
