“Shit, I’m sorry. I should’ve asked. I’m so sorry,” I ramble, praying that I didn’t just ruin everything.
“Kiss me again,” she orders, her voice steady and sure.
I don’t waste a second, colliding against her once more. Her hand slides along my waist, and goose bumps erupt down my back from her touch.
She leans into me more, and I deepen the kiss, running my tongue along the seam of her lips. A slight gasp vibrates into my mouth, and my dick throbs from the sound and sensation.
I can’t get enough of this.
Our tongues dance together with ease. I can tell she’s not practiced, but she’s learning fast, and fuck if that isn’t hot as hell. We’ll teach her everything she needs to know.
Not wanting to push her too far without checking in, I roll my forehead against hers and pull back, panting with desire. “Doing okay?”
“Great. Perfect. Better than ever.” She beams.
She licks her lips, and I nearly melt off this bench and fall to my knees at the sight.
Jesus, this girl already has me wrapped around her damn finger. But it doesn’t seem like I’m the only one.
Dean watches her with a burning fire in his gaze. She must feel the heat because she turns to him as he pouts, “And what about me?”
He trails his finger along the top of her thigh, exposed from the high slit in her dress. Her head whips my way, worry in her wide eyes.
“Trust me, you won’t hurt my feelings if you want both of us, Princess. We’ve never shared before, but I think we can make an exception for you.” I glance up at Dean, and he nods.
Turning back to him, she whispers, “Are you sure?”
Dean’s hand palms the top of her thigh, his fingertips sinking into her pillowy skin. He turns fully toward her, his pupils blown. “Let me show you how sure I am.”
Her head tilts back, their lips collide, and the sounds of their kiss electrify the air.
I reach forward, pulling her hair all to the back so it’s not in her face. Brushing it to the side, I plant a gentle kiss on the top of her shoulder. She jumps ever so slightly, but then she relaxes, melting into our embrace.
Throwing my leg over the bench, I straddle it, sliding all the way to her, her hip against my growing erection.
“You are so fucking sexy, Princess,” I whisper in her ear.
When I ghost my lips against the delicate skin on her neck, a shiver runs through her, and I chuckle darkly, enjoying watching her come apart between us.
Endless ideas flood my mind, each more depraved than the last.
Dean groans, and she throws her arms around his head, clearly enjoying herself. I make my way down her neck, kissing, licking, lapping at her skin until it’s reddened from my touch.
They slowly pull away from each other, and she sits up, her hands covering her face and her entire body blushing from what we just shared.
“That was …amazing.”
I lean in and whisper, “So, who’s the better kisser?”
That damn giggle bursts free from her again, and I nearly lose it.
“I’m not answering that. I think I might have to do it again to be sure.”
“One kiss from each of us, and you’re already starved,” I tease her. “But if the lady insists, then my lips are yours.”
“How would you like us, Princess? We’re at your mercy,” Dean adds, his voice coarse and gruff.
“I’ve never done anything like this,” she whispers nervously. “This is kind of insane.”
