4
CALLUM
My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, the aftershocks of Noelle’s mouth still rippling through me, leaving my nerves buzzing and my cock twitching faintly.
The air is thick, heavy with the scent of sweat and sex, and I can’t tear my eyes away from her.
Noelle, on her hands and knees now, obeying Dean’s command with a grace that makes my pulse kick up again.
Her body shifts forward, palms pressing into the floor as her back arches just enough to highlight the curve of her spine.
She’s a vision—flushed and radiant and utterly in control even as she surrenders to the moment.
I move back, my body still humming from the way she took me apart with her lips, her tongue, that maddening rhythm she set that had me unraveling faster than I’d like to admit.
My cock twitches again, half-hard despite the release only moments ago, stirred by the raw eroticism unfolding in front of me.
Across the way, Grant still watches with a half-lidded gaze.
He’s got his wine glass in his hand again, swirling it in slow motions as he takes it all in.
His thighs are still parted, his spent cock resting on his stomach, a small pool of saliva slicking his abs.
Dean moves with a focused intensity, his hands quick and sure as they grip the waistband of her jeans.
There’s no hesitation in the way he tugs them down her legs, the fabric sliding over her hips and ass with a soft rustle.
Her jeans pool around her knees, exposing the smooth expanse of her thighs and the curve of her ass.
I can’t help the low noise that escapes me, a mix of appreciation and hunger.
When Dean’s hands find her hips, his grip tightens, fingers digging in with a possessive edge that looks like it could bruise.
The sight of it—his hands on her, claiming her—sends a jolt through me, my fingers flexing at my sides as I fight the urge to reach for her again.
Noelle moans at the contact, a soft, needy sound.
Her ass pitches back seeking him, her body practically begging for more.
The way she moves, so open and unapologetically wanton, is fucking mesmerizing.
I can see the tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers curl around the fibers of the carpet, bracing herself as Dean steadies her with that iron grip.
There’s something primal in the way he holds her, and I can’t look away.
Dean’s quick with his own jeans as he rips the button free with one hand.
The sound of the zipper is loud in the quiet room, a stark counterpoint to Noelle’s soft breaths.
He shoves the denim down just enough, his cock springing free, the head flushed and glistening.
My eyes linger for a moment, taking in the raw need in his posture and the way his jaw tightens as he fights to keep control.
He’s as gone for her as I am, as Grant was, and there’s something about that shared hunger that makes this moment feel bigger than just the three of us.
Noelle’s breath hitches as Dean teases her, circling the head of his cock around her wet entrance.
My cock twitches again as I imagine how slick she must be, how ready.
