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She falls further into Otis’ arms, and he helps stabilize her. I stand and reach down, gripping both of her elbows, and we help her to her feet. Her legs wobble underneath her, and Dante steps in to hold her hips. Otis helps her out of her pants, one leg at a time.
Once her legs are free of the stiff material, I hook an arm around her back and knees, then lift her into my embrace. The most adorable squeak escapes her at the sudden move, and she slaps a hand over her mouth.
“Too late, angel, we all heard it,” Dante taunts her from behind us as we ascend the stairs to what would be considered her bedroom, or as she sometimes calls it, her sleeping area. With Nyx moving in, I need to talk to her about enclosing this space with soundproof walls so we don’t wake her when I make my little lamb scream in the middle night.
Once we’ve reached the top of the stairs, Otis steps in front of me and shimmies Devin’s panties over her hips and down her legs.
I stand Devin on her own feet and keep her in position as Dante moves in behind her, lifts her shirt over her head and proceeds to remove her bra. Dante places his hands on Devin’s shoulders, and she flinches, but quickly recovers, shooting him a smile over her shoulder.
“Have you done this since that night, little lamb?” I ask her, almost dreading hearing her answer.
“What? Group sex?” she asks back, and a wave of jealousy hits me in the center of my chest, one I wasn’t expecting and certainly wasn’t prepared for.
“Yes.”
“No. It’s not exactly like I could put a help wanted ad in the paper.” Her smile is self-deprecating, but her answer brings with it a wash of relief for me. When I chance a quick look at Dante and Otis, I find that same relief written on both of their faces.
“Good, no one gets this from you but us. Now, Dante and Otis, get her on the bed. Do one of you want her first or do you want to share her?” They shoot each other a look and grin, holding some silent conversation. They nod, sharing an understanding.
They each take hold of one of Devin’s hands and elbows. Her eyes widen on me, and I suppress a chuckle at the deer caught in headlights look on her face. They lead her to the bed, where Dante climbs on first, spinning around to lie with his head near the edge of the side. Otis lifts Devin up to stand on her bed and walks her over so she straddles Dante’s head, her back to Otis.
“Kneel,” Otis orders Devin. “Don’t worry, you won’t hurt him.”
The most delicious shades of red crawl up Devin’s chest as she kneels over Dante, her most intimate parts a hair’s breadth from his face.
Wanting to see how many shades of red can coat her tight body, I ask Dante, “How does she smell?”
“Oh, my god,” Devin murmurs, covering her face and moving to get up.
Dante hooks his arms over her thighs, holding her in place. He pulls up, slides his nose through her folds and breathes deep. Dropping his head back to the mattress, his eyes roll back as he licks his lips.
“Like fucking heaven. Citrus and a hint of mint. Even better, though … she tastes just as divine.” He licks between her folds again, circling his tongue around her clit, causing her to moan and fall forward, catching herself with her hands. “God, I could stay right here all day and night, feasting on her sweet body and listening to those moans of pleasure until they turn into screams of ecstasy.”
Every pass of his tongue over her clit sends a shiver racing through her body. Her eyes close and her mouth opens, her tongue peeking out to lick along her lips. My cock jumps at the movement. I wrap my hand around the base and squeeze, willing myself to calm down. It’s not time yet.
I move to the foot of the bed and get a better angle as Otis moves to stand behind Devin, a small plastic bottle in one hand, and clicks the cap open. He holds it up and drizzles a thin line down her spine. He runs a finger through the oil coiling between the vertebrae. Dragging oil with him, he slides his finger through the valley, between her cheeks to her tight opening.
“Do you remember how responsive her body was the last time you opened her up like this, Otis?” I ask him, and Devin visibly shivers at my words.
“Oh, yes, she was tense but relaxed under my touch and let me fill her completely. You enjoyed that last time, didn’t you, princess?” I watch as he circles the tight pucker with his finger, pressing into the center ever so lightly, only to tease the entrance again. Repeating the motion again and again, rimming and a light press, rim and press, until the tip of his finger is sucked inside greedily. “That’s my good girl,” Otis reassures, and Devin’s body melts under his press.
He works his finger in and out of her tight passage, every stroke going deeper until he can add a second finger, scissoring his digits to widen the opening. I marvel at his technique and how much Devin seems to enjoy the way he touches her. Putting a pin in my thoughts to come back to this moment in time, I refocus on the show at hand.
“Dante, she’s just about ready for me back here. Is she ready for you up there?”
“She’s dripping ready.”
Otis removes his fingers from her rear and picks her up, long enough for Dante to turn around and center himself more on the bed. He places Devin back down on the bed, positioning her so she’s straddling Dante’s hips.
“Hey, angel,” Dante says. “Open your eyes for me, love. I want to see those bright sapphire orbs staring right at me.”
He grips her hips and pulls her down; her folds wrapping around his cock. She moans when he rocks his hips, his cock sliding easily through her wetness and grinds against her clit. He lets her go, and she continues the movement, teasing herself with his cock until she shifts, and he slides inside.
“You greedy girl. I didn’t agree to let you have my cock yet,” Dante chastises her, his eyes slipping closed as she rocks her hips against him.
“I won the game, though; doesn’t that make all of this my prize?”
She rolls her hips again, and Dante drops his head back, a moan ripping free of him.
