My body has a mind of its own and I can’t think of anything other than matching his pace.
“Fuck, yes.” The words leave my mouth with so much need and it just fuels Dane more.
He thrusts into me and we’re both so close but it’s just not enough friction, not enough to get either one of us there.
I glance at the clock. Fucking hell. “Three minutes,” I call out.
“The countdown is not helping.”
“Need your hands?”
“Yes. Please, god, yes,” I say urgently.
“I swear to god I’ll buy you a goddamn country. Please,” Dane begs.
Her finger taps her chin like the gorgeous tease she is as we both plead more, then she smiles, signing,“Two minutes,”as she unclasps Dane’s restraints.
Pushing himself up, he reaches for the buckle on my wrist cuffs and unclips it. He pulls me up, placing me flush against his body and our cocks are reunited again as we kneel in front of each other.
He wraps his hand around both our lengths and pumps into his hand, my hips jutting forward with his, matching the tempo as an uncontrollable moan vibrates from my chest. It feels so goddamn good.
“I think your cock likes mine,” Dane says with that stupid smirk I’ll never admit I love. “It’s dripping for me.”
I glance down and, fuck, he’s right. There’s so much pre-cum leaking out of me we don’t need any lube. He circles the tip, smearing it down our shafts as we frot into each other. My body shutters and the rising sensation at the base of my spine starts to tingle.
“Oh fuck,” I hiss.
“You’re going to coat my fucking cock with your cum, aren’t you?” I squeeze my lips together because I don’t want to say something needy and stupid. “Tell me, tell me how much you love my cock.”
I know what he’s doing. He needs me to admit how much I want him because I never tell him, not with words at least.
I grab the back of his neck and press our foreheads together.
“I love your cock. I love how hard it gets for us. I love that you always call out both our names before you come.” I lean in closer to his ear, admitting something I never thought I would because Dane loves when I talk dirty to him. “I love how you taste when I suck your cock.”
“Oh, fucking christ.” His mouth falls open.
Using my other hand I pull Hannah into our circle. She kisses my shoulder, then his, the one permanently inked with her marks.
“I love everything about you,” I confess, “We both do.”
He might be pulling it out of me by sexual coercion but I still mean it all the same.
He pulls back, his eyes bouncing between mine before squeezing shut. His hands are steady in stroke but trembling as he pumps his hips, moaning through the most intense orgasm I’ve ever seen, spurring mine.
Thick ropes of white liquid shoot out of his cock, spraying my chest and arms. Cum leaks out of mine, coming in fierce waves of intense pleasure. It feels never-ending as he drains our cocks, squeezing the tip, milking us dry until we finally fall into each other on the bed.
The lights dim in the room making everything a shade darker, signaling it’s time for us to vacate the room. Even with the timer countdown I completely forgot we were in a room where everyone could see everything we were doing but as I look at the two laying down next to me, as spent as I am, nothing else matters.
Pushing up on my elbow, I place a kiss on Hannah's temple and breathe in her addicting scent.
“Come on.” I toss Dane’s clothes over to him as I take Hannah’s hand. “Let’s go home and take care of our girl.”
54
HANNAH
Ethan leads me out of the voyeur room with Dane right behind me. I’m sandwiched between my two favorite people and the sensation of both of them on each side of me is a comfort I never knew I needed.
