Asher wastes no time, burying his face between my cheeks. I yip as his tongue finds my center over the lace, running up the length of my crack.
Righting himself, he lightly smacks my ass, palming it firmly. “Mmm.”
“That’s our good girl,” Dean murmurs between my lips before claiming them tenderly. “Come here.”
She’s mine. She’sours. And she tastes so fucking good.
There’s no way that whatever is between us is coming to an end after tonight. We’re too good together, too electric. I refuse to let us fizzle out.
Dean sits down, straddling the bench. He pulls her down and positions her in front of him on the end of the seat, her back lined up with his chest. His hands trail down her arms and up her thighs, bunching the dress up with his fingers as he goes, exposing her perfectly for me.
She shivers, her eyes rolling for a second before landing on me. Her mouth is parted as she watches me with precision.
I can see the intense thump of her heartbeat in her neck. She’s nervous.
“You want this, right? We can stop right now if you don’t.”Even if it’ll kill me inside.
She nods instantly. “I want it. I just, umm … I’ve never done this before.” Her gaze falls from mine.
Dropping to my knees before her, I kiss the inside of her leg before sitting up and brushing her cheek. “We’re going to take good care of you, baby. I promise. Want me to keep going?”
She nods. “Please.” Her voice is delicate and soft.
Fuck, this girl has already ruined me completely. I’m on my damn knees, outside at midnight, pathetically desperate for any crumb of affection she’ll give me. And there’s not a single other place in the world I’d rather be.
Our girl is shy—I know that. But watching her push herself past her comfort zone, just forus, is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.
I stroke my thumb along her bottom lip, and her tongue darts out to meet it. My cock throbs in my joggers from the small contact.
“Lean your head back.”
Listening, she tips her head back against Dean’s chest, and he gently wraps his hand around her jaw, angling her just perfectly to seal her lips with his. His free hand wanders over her shoulder, sliding down and cupping her bra through the thin dress.
Leaning down, I palm her thighs, gently guiding her legs apart. The twinkling lights shine off of her glistening panties, soaked with proof of her feelings for us.
I want her to trust us and tell us why she can’t be with us and who’s scaring her. We can help.
But for now, I’m not going to think about anything other than my face between her thighs.
“I wish you could see this, D. She’s fucking dripping for us,” I groan, pressing kisses up her soft skin, higher and higher until I reach the delicate lace covering her.
In one slow, steady movement, I run my tongue up the center of her panties, and she gasps, her hips pushing forward as her back arches against Dean.
Hooking my fingers into the lace, I tug them over, enough to expose her perfect pussy. “Fucking hell,” I grunt before burying my mouth in her sweetness, breathing her in deeply.
When I flick my tongue out against her clit, she moans, “Holy shit,Asher.”
Hearing my name float off her lips flips some feral switch within me. I want to hear her scream it. I want her to remember how good I make her feel.
A growl tears through me, and I hook her legs over my shoulders, deepening my kiss and sinking my tongue further into her with each little thrust. Flattening my tongue, I lap it against her clit over and over, and her thighs tighten around me.
Dean praises, “You’re doing such a great job, baby. Look down. Watch him worship you.”
“Oh my God …” she whimpers as her eyes struggle to focus, locking on to mine. Her face contorts, her lips parted.
Moving my hand to her core, I circle the tip of my finger around her entrance, coating it. Extremely slowly, I ease the tip of it in, feeling her tightness.
Her eyes widen, and I pause, giving her time to decide if she wants me to keep going. After a second, she nods, and I continue.
