I expect them to stop and laugh at my expense, to poke fun at my blushing face... but they keep kissing me, moving down to my jaw, neck, shoulders, and chest.
Tyler on my left almost hurts. He's so rough; the bites and grabbing are exotic—the total opposite of Dan on my right. Dan is soft, loving, and caring like I'm made of glass and could break any moment.
He's right... I'm shattering beneath them; all of my resolve, all the reasons I know this is a bad idea, disappear. The only thing that matters are the hands and lips attacking my body into oblivion.
The different sensations of their Yin and Yang complexity make me delirious. My mind is fuzzy.
My hands rest on their biceps, reaching for support, balance, something—anything to cling to.
"Is this okay?" Dan so softly asks me, like
