Her hips tilt back, chasing him, and I can see the way her thighs tremble that she’s done waiting.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Dean mutters. “Condom?”
Noelle’s response is another moan, her head dipping forward and her hair spilling over her shoulders as she braces herself.
She shakes her head, barely able to mutter, “No, birth control.”
I shift closer, unable to stay still, my hand reaching out to brush along her arm, needing to feel her, to be part of this.
Satisfied, Dean eases forward, the head of his cock pressing just inside her, and Noelle’s moan deepens, her body rocking back to meet him.
Her taking him, the way her body opens for him, is insanely hot and it’s all I can do to keep from pulling her toward me and trying to claim her again.
“Cal,” she breathes out, her voice barely a whisper but it’s enough to snap my focus back to her face.
Her eyes are half-lidded, glassy with pleasure as she stares up at me. There’s a plea there, a need for connection that hits me hard.
I lean in, my hand moving to cup her cheek, my thumb brushing over her lips that are still slick from earlier.
“I’m right here,” I tell her.
Her lips part under my touch, and she presses a soft kiss to my thumb, the gesture so intimate it steals my breath.
Dean moves then in a slow, deliberate thrust that makes Noelle gasp. Her body arches as he fills her.
The sound she makes is raw and unfiltered, sending a pulse of heat through me again as my cock hardens at the sight of her like this.
Dean’s grip on her hips is unrelenting, his movements steady as each thrust draws another moan from her lips.
I sink down to my knees and lean my hips closer, the head of my cock brushing along her parted lips again.
Her body shudders and then she’s pulling me back into that warm heat of her mouth.
My head tips back as I moan, my cock still oversensitive from just coming.
Her tongue swirls over me, tracing the sensitive ridge.
Her lips tighten around me, drawing me deeper and I have to grip the back of her head to steady myself as I fight the urge to thrust into her mouth.
“Fuck, Noelle,” I mutter, my voice rough and barely recognizable as the pleasure builds again, sharp and insistent despite the lingering sensitivity.
I glance down, catching the way her body moves.
Her hips rock back to meet Dean, her hands braced against the floor as she holds herself steady.
Her hair spills over her shoulders, a cascade of dark strands that sway with each thrust.
Dean’s pace picks up slightly, his thrusts growing deeper.
I can feel the way her lips falter, her rhythm breaking for a moment as she gasps, overwhelmed by the sensation of being filled from both ends.
I catch the way Dean’s eyes flicker to mine, a silent acknowledgment.
There’s no jealousy here, no competition, just the mutual surrender to the way she’s pulling us both under.
“You’re so fucking good.” The words spilling out of Dean are raw and unfiltered as he slams into her body.
She chokes around my cock.
