Learn From Me - L.T

08

I lift my leg an inch, pressing my skin against his palm and he shudders slightly. Harry notices the subtle touch, slithering his hand to my back and spreading his fingers across my spine. Both of them are getting more nervous and although my heart is racing, I keep my composure. I lean myself back slightly, the stillness of the room a polar opposite of the emotions writhing inside of us. Niall's hand inches closer to my thigh as Harry's fiddles with the knot that held the corset together, without it— it would fall off and my chest would be exposed.

"Are.." Niall breaks the silence while sucking in a breath, eyes staring at his hand so close to touching my panties. "Are you sure?"

"Don't think," I whisper, not giving it a second thought while pulling my legs apart for him to touch. Niall lifts his eyes to Harry, both of them making eye contact and it looks as if they're telepathically making sure they're both okay with this.

"Don't think.." Niall breathes out as he looks down at me, his eyes burning with such a crimson red desire that it makes my thighs quiver under his touch.

His fingers spreading and Harry leans into my neck, the slick feeling of a tongue pressing softly onto my skin as Niall's fingers tighten. "I can do that," His delicate fingertip ghosts over my wet panties, my head already beginning to spin as Harry's tongue lasp over my neck.

Niall's gentle touch turns into two fingers pressing against my pulsating clit, a breathless gasp clawing out of my throat. Harry pulls himself away from my neck, fingers softly turning my head to him. "We're going to make you feel good, Blossom."

His warm lips connect with my own, my eyes fluttering shut as my hips lift slightly from the softness of his words. They echo through my injured soul, rattling against the cracks and tears left by the men I let hurt me. I feel fingers dragging up my hips, hooking onto the sides of my thong.

I lift my hips, allowing the delicate fabric to be pulled down slowly while Harry's tongue gently parts my lips. "Amy," Niall breathes against the skin of my knees, my eyes peeling open. He sits at my knees, hands already resting on my kneecaps. He waits, eyes begging me silently and I listen to him— my legs parting slowly and I feel Niall lean closer. 

Harry manages to undo the knot on the strings of my corset, yanking them with a harsh pull and I gasp into his mouth from the roughness. He pulls back, panting heavily as he grips the top of the corset. "I—I'm sorry, I don't know if I can be gentle this time."

I shake my head, grabbing his wrist and pull it down, bringing my corset with it. "No, please don't be gentle with me."

He drops his eyes to my exposed breasts, nodding while locking his eyes with me again. He leans down, his pink tongue sliding out and pressing against the hard bud of my nipple. I arch into his mouth, my head rolling back just as I feel a slick tongue slide between my wet folds. I moan out, Niall's tongue swirling around my clit as he groans into me as if I was the best thing he's ever tasted.

Harry keeps his pace, eyes shutting as his hands grip my other breast. His hair falls into his face, eyes barely noticeable through the chestnut locks and I could feel Niall's fingers digging deeper into the skin of my thigh. My thighs threaten to close, the warmest wave of euphoria barreling towards me and all I can do is moan their names. Harry hums against my skin, a harsh bite of my nipple causes my body to jolt an inch. He rolls his tongue over the sensitive bud instantly as I breathe deeply to keep myself from cumming.

Fuck, I really liked that.

I feel Niall pull away and crawl on top of me, Harry moving and instantly drawing my corset off of my body, leaving me in just my skirt and panties. Niall dives into my neck, his breathless moans trailing into my ear and I can't help but roll my hips into him. He moans, "Fuck— Amy please let me fuck you, I want to fuck you."

"You want to fuck me?" A power filled smile grows on my face, his whines feeding my soul like he needed me to feel just how much he wanted me.

"Yes, please—" He nods quickly, fingers crawling down to my core and he slips a finger into me through the fishnets. Curling his finger harsher than his kisses as Harry starts undoing his belt. My stomach tingles as Niall's fingers encourage the orgasm just barely held back by my willpower.

"Please?" He whines, teeth biting my skin. 

I gulp, looking over to Harry who's already pulling down his pants and eyeing my wet cunt getting fucked by Niall's fingers. "Both of you?"

"Both of us," Harry assures, sticking out his hand and lying it next to my head as he peers down at me. His darkened eyes studying my face calmly as the sound of another belt buckle clunking erupts.

"Can you handle both of us, Blossom?" 

Fuck, I can try.

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