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I was breathless and standing on shaky knees by the time the song ended. When Fisher caught me by my waist and lowered me to the bed next to him, I sank like an anchor.
“Okay?” Fisher ran his hand up and down my thigh. “Booth’s song choices are always immaculate. And accurate.”
Booth turned off the record player and tapped a few buttons on his phone. A more modern rock song played from the speakers around his room. The beat was hard and slow and it made my heart race even more than it already was.
We’d left Booth’s bedroom door open but Booth walked over and shut it. “In case Vaughn comes home, we won’t have to hear him complain about my music. He doesn’t seem to think my playlists are as great as Fish does.”
I swallowed and nodded. The music was loud enough that Booth had to shout so I could hear him. When he sat next to me on the bed, though, and asked me if I wanted him to turn it down, I shook my head.
We sat there, just listening to music for a few minutes. I felt like screaming. The tension was suffocating but I didn’t understand it. I mean, I understood it, but I didn’t understand why it was as thick as it was when both of them were sitting on the bed with me. It wasn’t like-
Booth turned my face to him and lowered his mouth to mine. He held my head and deepened the kiss while I sat there, torn between kissing him back and stopping because Fisher was there. His tongue teasing mine made me forget why I’d been hesitating. As soon as I started really kissing him back, though, he pulled back.
I looked up at him, confused, and then heard Fisher clear his throat behind me. I spun around to him and held my breath. I expected him to look pissed off. What had I been thinking? What had Booth been thinking?
Fisher pulled me onto his lap and growled before taking my mouth in a fierce kiss. I clutched his shoulders and felt the world shifting around me. I didn’t know what was happening. The music drowned out the part of my brain that put up blockades against me doing the sort of thing I was doing. Not that it was a common situation I ended up in.
When Fisher eased back, I opened my eyes and saw that both of them were watching me. I pressed my fingertips to my mouth, feeling both of their kisses still. “Whoa.”
They looked at each other before looking back at me. Fisher spoke first. “If this is too much, we can fuck off.”
“Say the word and it’s finished, Ella.”
I licked my lips and swallowed a lump of nerves. I felt nervous about how it would work and if they would look at my body with all of the lights still on. I realized I didn’t feel nervous about what was happening, though. I trusted both of them. I still wasn’t sure I could say the words, though. I didn’t think I could ask them for something I didn’t know how to describe.
“Do you want to leave?” Booth caught my chin and held my gaze. “A nod is all you need to do.”
I shook my head.
Fisher pressed kisses down my throat. “It stops at any time you want it to.”
Seeing that I wasn’t running away, Booth pulled me from Fisher’s lap to the space between them. He smiled before kissing me, his hand resting on my throat as he did. I gasped when I felt Fisher’s lips on my shoulder. Booth pulled back and searched my eyes. Whatever he saw made him groan before kissing me again. His teeth raked over my bottom lip just as Fisher sucked harder at the crook of my neck. I pressed my thighs together and whimpered into Booth’s mouth.
Fisher tugged the loose neck of my shirt off my shoulder and claimed the exposed skin with his teeth and tongue. Somehow they knew when to shift and Fisher pulled my mouth to his while Booth seamlessly focused on my neck. They went back and forth like we’d been doing it for years.
I rubbed my thighs together, so turned on after so much of their attention that I ached. Still, I was unwilling to make the first move, in case I still didn’t understand what was happening. I gasped when Fisher’s hand rested on my thigh and when he went to pull it away, I grabbed it and put it back on my thigh, higher than he’d been. I felt Booth’s hand next, slowly stroking my inner thigh. It was heaven and hell.
My hands were in the way and I was unsure of where to put them until Booth let out a low laugh and brought my hand down to his thigh. I nipped his lip a little for laughing at me but he shifted his hand higher and moaned. Putting my hand on Fisher’s thigh, too, I held them there, feeling the differences in their size and the material of their clothes.
Fisher pulled my mouth back to his and swallowed my cry when Booth cupped my sex over my shorts. His big hand forced my thighs open wider and the heat of his palm drove me to rock my hips into it.
Fisher shifted his hand higher, moving it slowly so I could stop him if I wanted. When I didn’t, he cupped my breast and I felt his breath hitch against my lips. I felt like I was soaring through outer space with both of them touching me. The only thing anchoring me was the feel of their strong thighs beneath my hands. Wanting more of that, I stroked my hands higher. Fisher’s growled curse came against my mouth before Booth turned my face to his. His kiss was hungrier as my hand crept higher. He pressed his palm into my clit through my shorts and underwear and held it steady while I rocked against it.
Kissing across my shoulder, Fisher grunted and shifted back. He grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head, dislodging my hands and breaking my mouth away from Booth’s. The black bralette I had on drew both of their mouths to my chest. Fisher stayed while Booth came back to my mouth.
Moving my hands back to their thighs, I started higher that time. I brushed against two very hard erections at the same time and shuddered. Fisher sucked my nipple through my bralette and Booth’s hand disappeared, just for me to feel it sliding inside my shorts. He pulled my underwear to the side and the first stroke of his finger through my lower lips created a newer level of need.
Booth growled. “Up on the bed, Ella.”
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***Ella***
Iscooted back and watched them watch me with matching stares, full of heat and need. Once I was in the middle of the bed, Fisher followed and quickly took my bra off. Both of them let out groans at the sight of my bare breasts but when Booth tugged both my shorts and underwear down my legs, there was silence.
I tried to close my legs, nervous that they’d changed their mind, but they each gripped the inside of the knee closest to them and held my thighs open. I gripped my hair and stared at the ceiling, too overwhelmed to see them staring at my core.
“So pretty.” Booth’s voice was full of awe as he trailed his hand up my thigh. He stroked my sex and spoke with a rough tone to his voice. “So wet for us.”
