6. Explosion
1421 Words
ASHELENE
“It is my turn to eat you out,” Neon growled—slow, sinful, like he was announcing a holy ritual. My whole body jolted at the sound of his voice.
I hadn’t fully come down from the last climax; my thighs were still shaking. But he was already lowering himself between them, his breath brushing my inner thighs like a warm, wicked promise.
“Neon—” I gasped, back arching involuntarily. "I--I..."
"You can't take it?" Neon asked.
"I can," I whispered. "But I just..."
He glanced up, eyes glowing, pupils wide and dark with hunger. “Shh, sweetheart. Just let me taste.”
Rhett chuckled softly beside me. “Good luck stopping him.”
I didn’t want to stop him. Not even a little. I wanted to push him to do more, to do whatever he could... to have me completely, utterly.
Neon’s hands... so f*****g big and warm and strong... slid up my thighs, spreading me open with a reverence that contradicted the feral look on his face. The contrast made my stomach twist, my body clench.
I groaned, the moan leaving my lips in a soft breath.
“Look at her,” Neon whispered, voice dropping to molten velvet. “Already trembling for me.”
My breath hitched. “I’m… sensitive.” I protested. "And this is... too much for one girl."
"Are you protesting?" Rhett teased, his eyes shining. "Do you remember? You are the one who propositioned us."
"I remember, but I claim temporary insanity," I said, much to their amusement. They chuckled, their sounds warm and low.
"You are too funny, Ash... but we both know it is not insanity..."
Rhett propped himself behind me, his chest warm against my back. He angled my chin so I had to meet his gaze.
“You still good, Ash?”
I nodded. “Yes. I have never been better.”
“Color?” Neon said.
“Green,” I breathed. "Very, very light green."
A wicked smile curved his mouth right before he lowered his head. The first stroke of his tongue against my cli.t was slow enough to break me.
I cried out, my hips jerking, but Rhett’s arm wrapped around my waist, anchoring me against his chest. His breath brushed my ear, warm and amused.
“Easy, little star,” he murmured. “He’s just getting started, and you can't break already.”
Neon lifted his head for only a moment. “Hold her still, Rhett. I want to hear every sound, feel every struggle.”
Rhett groaned. “f**k, yes. I will be your bondage...”
Then Neon dropped his mouth back to me, offering me a long lick. I buckled under his tongue. He continued... worshipping like he was starved.
I had no control—my hands flew to Rhett’s forearm, clutching, nails digging. Neon moaned against me, like my reaction fed him.
“Good girl,” he muttered between strokes. “So damn sweet.”
My whole body tightened. Heat flooded low and fast, faster than I wanted. Too much. Too intense.
“I—I can’t—”
“Yes, you can.” Rhett kissed the spot beneath my ear, slow and grounding. “We’ve got you.”
Neon hummed against me and everything inside me snapped.
I shattered, loud and helpless, my body arching hard against Rhett’s chest as Neon held me open and ruined me beautifully.
He didn’t stop until the aftershocks had me shaking uncontrollably.
When he finally lifted his head, his mouth was swollen, his jaw tense, his eyes blown black.
“f**k,” he whispered, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb. “You taste like sin.”
Rhett laughed breathlessly. “Switch?”
Neon’s gaze sharpened. “Not done with her yet. I could never be done with her..." The growl in his voice gave me another shiver I wasn’t ready for.
He crawled up the bed, caging me between them. Rhett’s hand slid down my stomach, slow and careful, while Neon kissed me—deep, hungry, letting me taste myself on his tongue.
A soft sound escaped me, embarrassing and involuntary.
Neon groaned into my mouth. “That’s right. Let us hear you. Louder... darling.”
Rhett whispered against my neck, “You’re doing so good for us, Ash.”
His praise, Goddess, it hit too deep, in all the right places.
Neon pulled back slightly, his forehead pressing to mine. “Hey,” he murmured, voice low but suddenly gentle. “Too much?”
I shook my head quickly. “No. Just… overwhelmed.”
“Good overwhelmed?” Rhett asked, thumb brushing my hip.
“Very,” I whispered.
Something changed in both their faces—something soft, reverent, almost protective.
Neon kissed my temple. “Tell us when you need slow… or when you need more.”
Rhett nipped my jaw with a grin. “Preferably more.”
I laughed, breathless, shaky, but whole.
And then they moved together—Rhett behind me, Neon in front—like they’d been crafted for this, for me. Hands teasing. Mouths claiming. Bodies aligning in a rhythm that felt both filthy and strangely tender.
Their touches were dirty and consuming, but the way they held me, kissed me, whispered my name… It was intimate.
It didn't feel like a dirty tumble... or a one night stand. It felt dangerously close to something deeper.
But... I knew that shouldn't be the case. I couldn't think like that, feel like that. That would be too dangerous.
At one point, Neon had me against the headboard, his grip in my hair, his mouth marking a trail down my throat while Rhett moved behind me, steady, grounding, murmuring, “You’re perfect. You hear me? Perfect.”
Neon growled, “Ours.”
I should’ve run from that word.
Instead, I moaned.
Later, after Rhett made me fall apart again and Neon whispered a ragged “Good girl” against my stomach, they collapsed with me into tangled sheets.
I ended up half on Rhett’s chest, one thigh over Neon’s hip... completely sated. They took every second to please me, and I realized they had never once asked anything from me...
"That is odd..." Mei said. "Men always want something..."
"I know..."
No one spoke for a while.
The room was warm, quiet, filled with heavy breaths and the soft thrum of Paris outside the window—car horns, distant music, the life of the city humming through the walls.
Finally, Rhett brushed my cheek, his thumb slow. “You okay, Ash?”
I gave a small, messy laugh. “I… think you two broke me.”
“We haven't even properly started,” Neon mumbled, absolutely unrepentant.
Rhett chuckled. “He means ‘you’re welcome.’”
Neon’s hand slid up my thigh, gentling into something almost sweet. “Stay with us a few more days,” he murmured, not a command—just a quiet plea. “Don’t overthink. Just… stay.”
Rhett pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Paris looks better with you in it.”
My chest squeezed painfully. I shouldn't... That would be crossing into something different.
“Okay,” I whispered. “A few more days.”
The words tasted like surrender and denial at once.
I shouldn’t have said them. I knew it the moment they left my mouth—because Paris wasn’t real life. Paris was a detour. Paris was the glossy, gold-lit dream you fell into on accident and woke up from in a cramped New York apartment with bills on the counter and Nightshade drama chewing at your spine. Paris was the type of place where magic clung to the air, where the city hummed under your skin, where two dangerous, breathtaking men could look at you like you were something holy instead of someone exhausted.
A few more days and a few more lies I told myself.
Because what waited for me back home was routine, responsibility, shadows I hadn’t faced, loneliness I’d learned to live with. New York was crowded and loud and indifferent, and Nightshade was even louder. I loved my family... but...
Both of them exhaled like I’d just given them oxygen.
"Good. We have so much to do..."
"Sightsee?" I whispered.
"No, I mean in bed. Now... why don't you be a good girl for us... and raise your hands above your head?"
"Again?"
"Like I said... we have barely started, Ash... and the real game... it begins NOW."
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