He nods with that goddamn smile of his and I smack her ass as they pass by.
Something about today just made everything easy. I don’t know if it was what happened last night, which we have all ignored—more than likely because they knew that’s what I was doing—the theme park, or just the fun energy that Dane brings to both of us. I really have no idea, but it’s been a long time since I’ve felt this at ease.
Dane tosses Hannah down on the bean bag, bringing his hands to her sides and tickles her before he plops down on the bag next to her.
His hair is a mess, as it’s been most of the day. In and out of a low man bun that I’m quite obsessed with. His hair doesn’t go past his shoulders so when he pulls it back, a few of the strands fall forward and even though it’s totally unintentional, it’s like he purposely places them there to make him even more sexy.
“I think I need to kiss you.” Dane’s words to Hannah should surprise me, but don’t. I’ve come to learn, he’s just like that. Saying exactly what he wants when he wants it.
Hannah’s face beams in an adorable smile at him before she glances over at me.
Nothing has happened between the three of us today, sexually at least, but I can’t say the thought of watching them together hasn’t crossed my mind. I can see how much Hannah is drawn to him and I want her to know that all of this isn’t just about me. Even though it may have started that way with my curiosity.
I want her to feel the same type of pleasure and excitement and, if I’m being honest with myself, I’m dying to see them together.
I take a step back and sit down at the edge of the bottom bunk. Holding my slightly curved palms in front me, I push forward and sign to her, telling her to go ahead. Not that she needed my permission or that I’m trying to keep my words secret from Dane, it’s just something we do when we have conversations between us.
Plus, signing words are so much easier than saying them sometimes.
She bites the corner of her lip, turning her gaze back to Dane.
He wastes no time, shifting his weight, pulling her face to his as he presses their lips together, moaning like he’s waited an eternity for it. My cock instantly thickens behind my pants and I can’t help but moan myself.
My eyes devour the two of them, taking in the sight of their tongues dancing together, his hips inching forward to hers as they pull themselves flush against each other.
What started as a kiss, inevitably turns into more. Their hands roam each other's bodies like they can’t get enough of each other, and I can’t keep my eyes off them.
Dane wore these lightweight white cotton joggers.Yes, fucking white.
All day I’ve been able to glance down to see the slight outline of the tip of his cock, but now the full backside of his cock pulls on the center of his pants and there’s no hiding anything.
It’s fully erect, upright, and hard as fuck behind that thin fabric and I want to reach out and stroke it.
Instead, I cover my hand over my mouth, using my fingertips to rub back and forth over my lips attempting to keep my hands busy.
Dane pushes himself off the bag and holds his body over hers, his movements are sensual, yet frantic, as he reachesdown and pulls her skirt up to her waist, dipping his fingers into the front of her lace panties.
He begins to stroke over her clit, eliciting those rare sounds she makes as he curses over her mouth.
“Fuck, I need to taste you.” Pulling his hand out, he dips his fingers into his mouth and kneels in between her legs.
I have an unobstructed view of her face with his back and ass directly in front of me.
Fuck.
Fuuuuck.
Her mouth forms a large O and her head falls back as he dives in, devouring her cunt with pleased groans.
“Fuck you taste so good,” he says between licking and sucking. “Is your boyfriend touching himself yet?” he asks with a smirk behind his tone. He’s not looking back at me, but his head tips to look at her for an answer.
Her eyes shift past his shoulders landing on me and she shakes her head no.
“Shame,” he says before diving back in.
Digging my fingernails into my palms I clench my fists.
Because I don’t want to touch myself.
