Page 105 of Depraved Boys

Palpitations resounded through my chest and down to my core. Except for a few strategically placed towels, I was nude, exposed, and at the mercy of two half-naked men.

Leopold dropped the washcloth in the bowl with a splash and swirled his tongue around my nipple. With his outstretched hand, he ran gentle, massaging strokes over my other breast.

“Oh,” I moaned.

Sebastian parted my thighs and trailed a barrage of licks and kisses and gentle nips up my inner thigh, each sending ripples of pleasure through my core, which spasmed and clenched. He took his time, running tight circles over my sensitive flesh with the pads of his thumbs, making me shudder with desire.

A hot, fevered breath puffed out from between my lips, and any remnants of my headache vanished into the ether. Who knew that bed baths could be so therapeutic?

By now, Leopold’s tongue made flicking motions over one nipple, and he rolled his thumb and forefinger over the other. I reached out and ran my hand under his tight abs, under the waistband of his boxer briefs, and gripped his erection.

“Relax,” he said as he ran his tongue over my nipple. “Neither of us need you to reciprocate. We can take care of ourselves.”

“I still want to touch you.”

Leopold groaned. “Keep talking like that, and I’ll soon come to a sticky ending.”

Sebastian’s chuckle sent a rush of warm breath over my wet folds. “I don’t know about Leo, but I have myself in hand right now.”

I suppressed a giggle. It was no wonder they were best friends. Did they bond over girls and puns?

The first flick of Sebastian’s tongue on my swollen clit had me arching off the bed with a loud cry.

“Too much?” he murmured.

“N-no,” I rasped. “J-just right!”

Leopold snickered. “That’s the wrong fairytale.”

I would have made a quip about the woodcutter and the big bad wolf making Little Red Riding Hood a bowl of porridge in the morning, but Sebastian spread me wide with his thumbs and ran the tip of his tongue over my throbbing nub.

A panoply of sensations wrapped around my core, traveled up my quivering belly, and seized me around my throat. Sebastian’s tongue continued its steady glide over my most sensitive part, reducing my entire existence to the feel of his mouth on my clit and Leopold’s mouth and fingers on my nipples.

“Oh, f-fuck!” I said from between clenched teeth.

“All in due course, my dear.” Leopold stretched a nipple to the point of pain, but my scrambled brain interpreted the feeling as pleasure. He thrust his hips and slid his hot, thick erection back and forth against my hand, which clenched around it.

Sebastian let out a deep, rumbling growl that made the muscles of my core tremble. He lapped at my clit and circled my entrance with the pad of his finger.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wondered whether he was the wolf in this scenario. It didn’t matter. I twisted my hips in a silent plea for him to penetrate me.

“What do you want, Willow?” he murmured against my sensitive bundle of nerves.

“P-please. I need your fingers.”

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Leopold muttered.

Sebastian slid two long fingers into my core, stretching me open. My muscles clenched around the thick digits, and a contented sigh escaped my lips. While he slid in and out of me, he licked and flicked and circled my clit, making me tighten around those stroking fingers.

Pleasure wound around my core, building in intensity until it seized me like a constrictor. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Sebastian continued this maddening pace, forming a rhythm that pushed me to a limit I was sure would cause something to rupture.

When he added pleasured moans to the mix, the pressure squeezed me so tight, my entire body shattered.

Spasms seized my body, each pumping out waves of pleasure so fierce, a scream ripped from my lips. Somewhere on the edges of my awareness, Leopold’s thick member pulsed, and he spilled warm fluid onto my hand. Moments later, Sebastian’s groan joined my cries.

When the violent convulsions eased into pleasant waves, my muscles melted into the mattress, and I relaxed into the rest of my orgasm. My eyes fluttered closed, and I smiled through the aftershocks.

Part of me still couldn’t believe they’d given me so much and demanded so little in return. I was the luckiest girl in Cumbria and right now, the most sated.