Page 93 of Whirlwind

Chapter 9

Dakota

Dakota awoke slowly, taking in the sensations of where they were before opening their eyes. They ached deliciously everywhere. Their back burned with the softest tongues of remembered fire. The flesh of their ass was warm in that way that meant they’d be feeling it for days. Both of their holes felt tender and well-used.

Moreover, their whole body had that languid softness that came from being worked over and then falling immediately into a deep sleep.

As their awareness spread outward from their body, they felt weight. Warmth. There were arms and legs tangled with theirs. Perhaps more than a pair of each?

They squinted their eyes open and caught Parker’s profile.

Oh, fuck. Last night had been, literally, the best sex of their life. Their brain rushed to supply details, jumbled out of order and layered on top of each other.

Parker exploring and tasting their body. Kneeling while Ben directed them to suck both Doms’ cocks with rough hands in their hair. Sweet blows falling while they lay over the coffee table. Ben teasing and tormenting them with those clamps. Flirting over darts at Whirlwind.

Ben deep inside them while Parker took Ben.

That was the memory that made them jerk awake.

The rest of the evening had been amazing. Phenomenal. Sexy beyond their wildest imagination.

But having Ben bottom for Parker—that had been intimate.

Dakota was pretty good at reading people, and they were pretty sure that Ben wasn’t used to bottoming. Everything that both men did indicated that it wasn’t expected. That the bet wasn’t supposed to end that way.

Dakota suspected that Parker hadn’t thought it through, which was something they were going to have to remember for the future.

If there was a future.

Because it was clear that Ben and Parker were meant for each other. They’d both been nervous, and they’d both shown a huge amount of trust with each other.

Dakota had certainly played a critical role in getting them together, but now that they’d given in to what was clearly a long-time flirtation, what would they need Dakota for?

At best, Dakota might be a helpful bridge between them while they found their footing.

At worst, they’d be ready to go out looking for available subs as a team. And what sub wouldn’t want to fall at their feet?

Dakota wanted to fall at their feet. Hopefully for the rest of their life.

They squirmed and tried to slip out from between the two men.

Parker’s arm tightened around their waist. “Less moving, more sleeping,” he murmured.

“I’m just going to the bathroom,” they lied.

They quickly took care of business and gargled with a bit of borrowed mouthwash. They wanted to take a shower, but didn’t feel confident enough to take advantage like that.

Plus, they needed to leave. Seeing a pile of clean washcloths on the shelf, they grabbed one and did a quick wipe-down. Now it was time for clothes.

Everything had progressed so quickly last night that all their clothes were in a pile by the door, except for their panties which were easily found in the living room.

They slipped on their shirt, trying to ignore the wrinkles. They decided to forgo the panties, knowing they’d be disgusting, and slipped one leg into their skirt.

A noise startled them and they tried to turn, only getting tangled in the fabric.

At once, strong arms closed around their waist. Ben.

“Sneaking off?”