Dean peppers her neck with kisses, and she melts into him as I guide my finger deeper inside her, past the first knuckle and the second, letting her adjust.
“So fucking tight,” I growl, sucking on her clit. I retract my finger and ease it back in, gradually picking up pace until sultry moans vibrate out of her. “Mmm.”
“Oh God.” Her head rolls back. Her hand reaches up, threading her fingers into Dean’s hair, and the other goes into mine.
Her panting quickens, and I feel her body start to clench around my finger.
“Let go, baby. Don’t fight it,” Dean encourages.
“Oh fuck,” she whimpers, her back arching and pussy pulsing around me.
“You look so pretty, coming for us, Princess,” I groan against her wetness. “So fucking perfect.”
She rides the pulsing waves of her orgasm, her head cocked back against Dean.
I think that we might be screwed because there’s no way I can ever let this girl go.
I may not know her name or the secrets she keeps, but somehow, I know she’s genuine and real—something we often struggle to find.
If anything, her shock and hesitancy when she found out who we were only made me like her more because I knew she wasn’t pursuing us for our money or status.
“I think it’s my turn to taste you.” Dean strokes her cheek with his fingers, and she looks at him with ecstasy in her eyes, a smile on her lips, and a nod.
He scoots out from behind her, and I take his place, my erection throbbing against her back.
Dean drops to his knees and slips her legs over his shoulders. His tongue immediately finds her center.
I pull her into my chest, wrapping her up in my arms, where I never want her to leave. “You’re ours, Princess.Ours.”
Delirious with pleasure, she exhales, “Yours.”
I kiss the side of her face, her hairline, her mask, any part of her I can reach with her secured in my embrace. She falls apart from Dean, crying out.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.” She grinds the words through her teeth, moaning.
I think her sounds alone might make me bust in my pants; it’s so fucking hot.
Proudly, Dean sits up and adjusts her panties before fixing her dress.
She musters enough strength to lift her chin, and Dean’s eyes are glowing as he stares up at her, pupils blown.
“Thank you, baby. I needed that.” Dean smirks, his tongue swiping his bottom lip.
She chuckles nervously and covers her face. Her voice is muffled when she talks through her hands. “Oh God, that was not how this was supposed to go.”
Dean pushes to his feet, and I scoot back, pulling her along with me, making room for him to sit. He straddles the bench, sliding in front of her.
Carefully, he reaches up and pulls her hands away. “How was it supposed to go then?”
She huffs out a breath, her words falling in one go. “My plan was to come here and tell you that I had a great time the night of the party, but that I’m not interested in seeing you guys anymore.”
“And now?” I murmur, kissing her ear.
She pauses, and I swear I feel her heart stop beating against me.
“Now … it’s just harder to tell you that I can’t see you guys anymore.”
“You’re still planning to do that? Why?” Dean asks. “Would it be different if we weren’t … us?”
