“We’re trying to be gentlemen here.”
Walking backward with a devilish gleam in her eye, she smirks and drops her shoulders, letting her cardigan fall to the floor. Hooking her hands in the bottom of her tank top, she lifts it up over her bra and plump tits, tossing it to the floor as she strides backward to my bedroom.
“Who said I wanted gentlemen?” With a fast, breathy sigh, like she’s expelling any last hesitancy, she reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra, letting it slide down her arms and expose her perfect chest completely.
My dick hardens at the sight, my mouth drying out and heart pounding.
“Fucking hell, Ciri. You’d better know what you’re doing.” I step forward, watching her eyes darken as we follow her into my bedroom.
Sitting down on the comforter, she props her arms behind her, and I nearly melt to the floor at the vision of her topless in my bed.
“For the first time in my entire life, I know exactly what I want.” She extends her arms, offering each of us a hand. “Without a doubt in my mind.”
I’ve never been so goddamn turned on in my life. It’s like my mind, body, and spirit are perfectly in tune, all homed in onher.
I slide my hand in hers, and Dean does the same, and she pulls us toward her.
When we invited her back here, I genuinely didn’t imagine us doing this. I figured she’d want to take it slower, but she’s in control. She gets whatever the hell she wants.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask, my voice soft but clear.
“One hundred percent,” she declares, tugging our arms down until we both kneel before her.
“You can stop us at any time, no matter what. You say the word, and we halt everything,” Dean assures her, crouching down and kissing the inside of her knee. “We promise.”
She nods, vulnerability in her stare. “I trust you guys more than anyone in my life. I know I’m safe with you.”
“Good.” I bring her hand to my lips and kiss her fingers, trailing up her wrist and forearm.
I want to memorize her body with my lips, map it out with my tongue. My restraint is growing thinner by the second, and it’s becoming increasingly hard to not lose myself completely.
“You’re so perfect,” Dean boasts, moving his lips up her thigh with peppered presses until his parted mouth is inches from her perky, hardened nipple. “Has anyone ever kissed these?”
Slowly, she shakes her head. “The only thing I’ve ever done is a kiss … on the mouth.” She elaborates, and I don’t know why, but being her first for so many things makes me possessive on a whole new level. “I want you guys to be my first everything else.”
“And your last,” Dean growls possessively.
Taking her nipple into his mouth, he groans.
His cheeks hollow out as he sucks, making her head roll back as she cries out, “Oh my God.”
I waste no more time letting my mouth find her other one, making her back bend sharply as I flick my tongue over and over against the ultra-sensitive nerves.
My palm finds her small tummy, kneading and gripping any part of her I can as I tell her, “You’re so fucking sexy.”
She chuffs, not believing me, but by the end of this, she will. Sitting back, I drop her breast from my hand, watching it jiggle before I look up, meeting her eyes.
“Say it,” I order her.
Dean works her harder and more intensely. His thumb and forefinger find her free nipple as his tongue continues to torture her.
“Say what?” she whimpers.
“Say,I’m sexy,” I tell her sternly.
I slide my hand between her legs, immediately finding her clit over her leggings.
“Oh God,” she groans, her eyelids fluttering.
