Page 78 of Dance or Die


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“Oh my God,” I groan and stand, ignoring their laughter. “You’re both awful. Absolutely awful.”

I stomp into the bedroom and flop onto the clean sheets. Lane came out and helped me clean up this morning before we all went to New Orleans. They smell so good and this entire place is squeaky and shiny. Presley was helpful too, when he wasn’t trying to grope me whenever Lane wasn’t looking.

I press my face into the pillow and growl into it.

“Hey, we’re just playing,” Carter mutters from the narrow doorway. I can hear the smile in his voice. “No need to get all pouty and cute.”

“How much time do you need?” Presley asks and I feel the bottom of the bed dip.

“Until one of you decides you don’t like me,” I joke and roll over, leaning up on my elbows. “And then the problem solves itself.”

Carter snorts, Presley starts rubbing my shin and ankle.

“Give me until tomorrow, okay?” I say somberly. “I’ll figure it out by then.”

“In the meantime,” Presley whispers, shifting up the bed. “Let’s make out some more.”

“Dude, I am not third wheeling.”

“Then, kiss her other lips,” Presley suggests with a grin.

“Wait, what?” I squeak, looking between both of them.

Carter rolls his eyes. “Pres—”

“Fine.” Presley wags his brows and flashes his ridiculously attractive smile. “If you don’t want to, allow me.”

“Hey, wait a sec,” I say but he’s already off the bed.

Oh he must have been kiddi— ACK!

I’m yanked to the end of the bed and Presley’s head disappears under my dress skirt.

I look at Carter and then back at Presley’s shape beneath my clothing and suffer a catatonic state of mind when he rips away my panties and closes his mouth over my sex.

A sharp, heady, screaming spasm of pleasure tingles roll through my body wave after wave.

“He wasn’t kidding,” I whisper to myself and feel Carter unzip my dress.

I want to ask him to leave so he doesn’t watch, but then I also want to ask Presley to stop because I feel shy all of a sudden. But then all of that is a lie because Carter pulls my dress over my head, leaving me totally fucking nude and I don’t want to be anywhere else.

I squeeze my eyes shut and shudder when the unfamiliar burning of consensual oral makes me feel weak all over.

“Do you mind?” Carter asks.

I shake my head in reply even though I don’t know what he’s talking about.

One of his hands covers my breast and his mouth teases my other nipple, getting it to an even harder point than it already was.

Presley goes to town down there; he slides a finger into me while his tongue laps and licks at my throbbing clit. It’s sending me wild. All of it. Soon I lose any reservations I have and hold their heads.

Carter kisses my body, making me jerk and cry out.

“Guys,” I breathe, squirming, trying so hard not to move for fear of losing this feeling. “I need… more.”

“Fucking greedy,” Presley comments, his mouth still on me.

But then he stops and pulls his shirt over his head revealing his glorious chest to my view.

I’m about to demand he do what he was doing but then he starts on his belt and yanks down his pants.

“Hey… not a chance,” Carter protests and I’m about to sob. But then he yanks his own shirt off. “I’m going first.”

“What? But I—”

I clear my throat pulling their eyes my way. “Can we just… make this less awkward?”

Presley slides onto the bed beside me and we shuffle up the mattress.

“This is my first time consensually,” I whisper, daring not to say the words too loud for fear that it’ll spoil the mood. And I really want to have sex right now. “So don’t fight. Don’t say anything about it. Just… be cool.”

Presley pecks me on the lips, his shining eyes show his understanding and compassion for my situation. “Okay, Carter, you can go first.”

I close my eyes as he kisses me but open them again when Carter finally parts my legs. His eyes roll over my face, full of wonder and awe.

“You’re so beautiful.”

I stroke his cheek with the back of my hand and whimper when he sinks inside, slowly rocking in and out until our hips are joined.

He peppers kisses all over my face, whispering sweet words in my ear. Meanwhile Presley places my hand on his cock and I gently tease him as Carter finally gets started.

He is so big… I have no idea how I’m going to handle Presley afterwards when I can hardly handle Carter.

This is crazy. I can’t believe this is happening.

Carter adjusts his angle and starts thrusting in such a way that I raise my hips off the bed to meet him. My hand tightens on Presley’s cock who whispers how hot this is.

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