“Huh,” I say, not really understanding, as I’d never felt that before, not even once.
We stay quiet, watching the TV as Dex’s fingers continue to trail up and down my side.
“Tell me, baby,” Dex whispers. “Are you the sort of girl who would kiss on the first date? Or would you make me wait until date two or three?”
My heart hammers in my chest, and it takes all the strength I have to tilt my chin up to him and tell him, “I’m the sort of girl who wishes she dared to kiss you the moment she first laid eyes on you.”
He grins, his free hand moving up to cup my face as he leans down. I stretch toward him, and when his lips meet mine, sparks fire through my body. My eyes close, and I let my body melt even further against him.
He moans as I slightly suck on his lower lip, something Jagger had done to me that felt amazing.
His tongue touches my lip, and I open, letting him take control of the kiss as he devours me. I groan, lifting my leg to wrap around his as I try to get closer to him, seeking a release I don’t know how to get. He’s all passion and intensity and kisses me like it’s the last moment on earth, and he’s never going to see me again. His hand squeezes my hip as I grind against his side.
“Dex,” I whisper in desperation. “I need…”
“I know what you need, baby. Let me help you.” He grabs my hips and lifts me on top of him. I place my hands on his chest for support as he grips my hips and rocks me toward him.
I gasp, feeling his hard bulge rub against my center, through both our underwear.
“You like that?” he asks, rocking me again. It’s like there’sa magic spot down there, and every time he touches it, a burst of warmth flies through my body, making me want more.
“What is that?” I gasp when he does it again.
“That’s your clit. You can come from stimulation there,” Sly says from our side. I forgot he was there, and my wide eyes whip to him in surprise. He has one hand behind his head and the other hidden beneath the blanket, moving slowly.
My eyes widen at the sight of him.Is he touching himself right now?
“Baby?” Dex asks, getting my attention back on him. “I want you to use me to come. Rub your sweet little pussy all over me and find your pleasure.”
A whimper escapes me. From context, I can tell what he must mean. He helps me rock a few more times before I start to take control of the pressure and speed. I move faster and faster, the tip of his boxer-covered cock hitting my clit over and over again. I’ve never felt anything like it in my life. It somehow feels amazing and drives my arousal even higher at the same time.
“Dex!” I moan in frustration, feeling like I need more but not knowing how to get there. “More!”
“You look so hot pleasuring yourself on me like that,” he whispers.
“Please!” I beg him, unsure what I’m asking.
“Look at Sly,” he tells me, and I turn my head, my eyes meeting Sly’s heated green ones as his hand moves quickly below the blanket. “He’s so turned on watching you getting yourself off, he can’t help but touch himself. Show him how good you feel. Show him how his eyes on you make you feel.Show me how my cock pleases you. Make us both come from seeing your pleasure.”
“Dex!” I yell as my body erupts, fire shooting through my veins as my head tilts back and my body shakes. An unfamiliar pleasure rolls through me as unintelligible words pour from my mouth. I’m vaguely aware of Sly grunting as Dex pulls my hips down, rubbing me over him until he lets out a huge grunt of his own.
My body sags down on top of him, my head resting on his chest as I pant heavily. “That was an orgasm?” I ask when I’m finally able to form words again.
“Yeah, baby,” he says, his arms rubbing soft circles on my back.
“Are they always that… powerful?”
“Mine aren’t, but I have a feeling with you they will always be like that.”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, relaxing until a loud voice breaks the silence.
“Can we interrupt now?” Pete asks as I practically leap off Dex, worried about them catching me like that. He smirks as he adds, “I guess it was a good date then, huh?”
I lick my lips and nod. My eyes move to Jagger as I sign,“Are you okay?”
To which he responds,“Yes, tiny flame, especially after watching that.”
My cheeks burn, and I pull the cover up over my head in embarrassment as Pete laughs. At least they weren’t upset. I still wasn’t sure what exactly we all meant to one another yet, but I wasn’t eager to label it, either.
