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I'm always down to get tag-teamed, and they're the best at it because they know each other so well that it's seamless.
I quirk an eyebrow at Dexter.
The guys got the bigger green room because they're the most well-known name on the roster for the show tonight. The place isn't super fancy, but it's got a couch. The wall of lit-up mirrors doesn't fully illuminate the room.
"You were going to get yourself arrested or sued just to shut that guy up?" I ask, reaching down and pulling the black stretchy dress over my head. I toss it at Issac, who grins like a hungry lion.
"That guy needs a wake-up call," Dexter says, studying me hungrily. "You're pregnant. He was rude as fuck."
My hand stretches back, unhooking my bra.
Dexter growls low as I let it fall down my arms. I slide my hands into the sides of my thong, but I don't take it off. I snap the material playfully and nod to the couch.
"Why don't you take a seat?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. "Let me thank you for defending my honor."
Dex bites his lush lower lip and undoes his belt. The muscles of his chest and abs flex as he moves. He pops the button on his jeans and gives me a look of challenge as he slides the zipper down.
Issac frames me from behind, running his hands over my arms and around, pinching my nipples as his warm heat covers my back.
"Down on the couch," I say to Dex. He enjoys it when I take the lead in the bedroom. He can be every bit the bossy alphawhen he wants to be, but sometimes he likes being the one to take direction.
The root of his cock is visible as he bends down to loosen his boots. He kicks them off and yanks down his jeans. His cock is already hard as he stretches out on the sofa.
"What now?" he ask, running a hand from his pec, down his abs, and palming his cock.
I step forward, abandoning Issac's warmth at my back as I kneel on the edge of the couch. Grabbing a handful of Dexter's hair, I tilt his mouth to mine.
"I don't think I said you could touch your cock, did I?" I whisper against his lips. My other hand runs over his chest, digging my nails in.
"No," Dex says, shaking his head. "Fuck, I need you, Baby."
"Iwantyou," I whisper, biting Dexter's neck. He groans in response. His warm hands skate up my sides. Honestly, I'm not really sure what I'm doing most of the time. I'm more submissive in the bedroom naturally, but when Dexter gets self-destructive sometimes he needs a little pain with his pleasure.
Issac and I have both done our best to fill that role for him, but honestly it goes against my impulses. It's not that I'm turned off by the idea of being the one in charge, just mostly I've just got no idea what I'm doing.
"Hurt me," Dexter groans into my mouth as I kiss him. My hand fists in his hair, giving it a strong yank. I bite his lower lip nearly hard enough to draw blood and Dex moans even louder for it.
Years ago, St. James offered me Dom lessons. He swore it would help Dexter curb some of his more masochist and self-destructive tendencies. Back then I wasn't in the right headspace to consider it. It was hard to fathom hurting Dex even, if the result would end up pleasurable for him. Maybe I've gotten moreopen-minded over the years or gained more grit as I've aged. The notion is no longer appalling to me.
"You gonna ride me, Baby?" Dex asks as we pull back from the kiss.
Issac pulls back from where he's been kissing along the column of my neck.
"Slide right down his fat cock," Issac growls. He helps me lift up and kneel over Dex. I rub my thong-covered cunt over the base of Dexter's cock.
"You're so wet," Dex groans, palming my hips. "Fuck, those panties are soaked."
"It's not just my panties," I say, stretching and biting his shoulder.
"I need you to fuck me.Please," Dex groans. His hand slides up my back, pulling my face to his. The kiss we share is dirty and sloppy, and I love it.
"Let me help you," Issac growls. He pulls my thong apart, ripping the string at the side. His hands make quick work of the other side as he yanks the material from between me and Dex.
Dexter's cock immediately bumps through the slick lips of my sex.
"I got you, man." Issac chuckles. He grips Dexter's cock as the two of us kiss. Issac puts Dex's cock at my hole. My hips grind down, and I impale myself. Pinching both of Dexter's nipples, I work myself on his hard length. Dex slides his hands up, cupping my breasts and flicking his fingers over my nipples.
Issac stands at my side. "All right, Love. My cock is leaking. I need your hot mouth wrapped around me."
