Chapter 21
I’ve never been so goddamn turned on in my life. It’s like my mind, body, and spirit are perfectly in tune, all homed in on her.
I slide my hand in hers, and Dean does the same, and she pulls us toward her.
When we invited her back here, I genuinely didn’t imagine us doing this. I figured she’d want to take it slower, but she’s in control. She gets whatever the hell she wants.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask, my voice soft but clear.
“One hundred percent,” she declares, tugging our arms down until we both kneel before her.
“You can stop us at any time, no matter what. You say the word, and we halt everything,” Dean assures her, crouching down and kissing the inside of her knee. “We promise.”
She nods, vulnerability in her stare. “I trust you guys more than anyone in my life. I know I’m safe with you.”
“Good.” I bring her hand to my lips and kiss her fingers, trailing up her wrist and forearm.
I want to memorize her body with my lips, map it out with my tongue. My restraint is growing thinner by the second, and it’s becoming increasingly hard to not lose myself completely.
“You’re so perfect,” Dean boasts, moving his lips up her thigh with peppered presses until his parted mouth is inches from her perky, hardened nipple. “Has anyone ever kissed these?”
Slowly, she shakes her head. “The only thing I’ve ever done is a kiss … on the mouth.” She elaborates, and I don’t know why, but being her first for so many things makes me possessive on a whole new level. “I want you guys to be my first everything else.”
“And your last,” Dean growls possessively.
Taking her nipple into his mouth, he groans.
His cheeks hollow out as he sucks, making her head roll back as she cries out, “Oh my God.”
I waste no more time letting my mouth find her other one, making her back bend sharply as I flick my tongue over and over against the ultra-sensitive nerves.
My palm finds her small tummy, kneading and gripping any part of her I can as I tell her, “You’re so fucking sexy.”
She chuffs, not believing me, but by the end of this, she will. Sitting back, I drop her breast from my hand, watching it jiggle before I look up, meeting her eyes.
“Say it,” I order her.
Dean works her harder and more intensely. His thumb and forefinger find her free nipple as his tongue continues to torture her.
“Say what?” she whimpers.
“Say, I’m sexy,” I tell her sternly.
I slide my hand between her legs, immediately finding her clit over her leggings.
“Oh God,” she groans, her eyelids fluttering.
“Cirella …” I sing her name. “Come on, baby. I need to hear you say it. Tell us how sexy you are.”
“I-I’m sexy.” She forces the words out.
“Good.” I quicken my pace, and her moans do the same as Dean and I bring her to the brink. “Now you’re going to keep saying it while we make you come. You’re going to feel those words while you unravel.”
“I can’t,” she argues, resisting her orgasm.
She can try all she wants, but she’s fighting a losing battle. I slide my free hand around the back of her neck, stroking my thumb along her hairline.
Maybe a little edging will do her some good. She’ll have a harder time stopping it the next time around.
When I pull my hand away from her, she pouts, sticking her bottom lip out. Dean leans back, licking his lips with a wicked grin.
“You remember how good our tongues feel, don’t you?” I hook my fingers in her leggings, tugging them roughly as she lifts her hips. “Let us remind you.”
I peel her bottoms off of her legs, including her panties, tossing them across the room.
After I push to my feet, my shoes find the pile of clothes, and I unbutton my jeans, pushing the zipper down enough to give my cock some breathing room. “Stand up, baby.”
She obeys, and I take her place in bed, lying down on my back.
I crook my finger and gesture her back over to me, but she just stares in wonder. I signal for her to walk over, and this time, she hesitantly tiptoes my way, positioning herself between my legs.
With both hands at my sides, I flick my fingers toward me a couple of times. “All the way, baby, until that sweet pussy is dripping on my face.”
She swallows hard, her lips nervously pursing before tipping up at the sides. But she pushes past her fears, crawling up the length of my body on her hands and knees.
Fuck. My dick throbs at the view.
“Keep going.” Dean encourages her.
Ciri’s hair falls forward, creating a blonde halo around her pretty face.
Her knees press into the mattress beside my head as she straddles me, but she keeps her ass over my chest, not ready to fully commit.
Looking straight up at her, I lick my lips, salivating in anticipation. “Spin around.”
Holding my gaze, she slowly does as I asked, twisting at her waist and flattening her hands on my abs to help her fully turn. Her sweet aroma fills my nose as she hovers above me, only a few inches from my face.
Sticking my tongue out, I lift my head off the mattress, running the tip through the soft folds of her center.
“Ahh,” she gasps, her fingertips digging into my flesh.
The sting of pain makes my dick pulse, straining against the denim of my jeans.
“All the way, baby.” Dean’s voice is husky and gruff. “Push your hips down and ride his tongue.”
Relaxing, she lowers down, and I lose all sense of sanity as I bury my tongue inside of her, my hands instantly finding the roundness on the tops of her thighs and pulling her firmly against me.
“Mmm,” I grunt.
Rough and fast, soft and slow, I devour her sweetness as her moans sing in my ears.
“Take his dick out, Ciri. Show him how good he’s making you feel,” Dean tells her.
She moves without thought, her hands trailing down my torso to my jeans, where she makes quick work of the button.
God, I don’t know how long I’ll last with her hands on me, let alone her mouth. I’ve been dreaming about this for what feels like forever now, and I’m going to be a whimpering mess when she touches me.
Her fingertips slip into the waistband of my jeans, and my abs flex in response. I lift my hips at the same time she shimmies my jeans and boxers down my thighs, and my cock springs free, swinging through the air from the release.
Those delicate, precise fingers of hers wrap around my shaft as she shyly murmurs between moans, “I’ve never done this before.”
Dean talks her through it. “Open your mouth, stick your tongue out. Yeah, good, just like that.” His voice grows closer, like he’s standing over the bed, right before me. “Now, give it a little taste, just the tip.”
Her back arches, and I feel her weight shift forward over me. Heaven enwraps my cock in warmth, and my vision fucking spots at the sensation of her mouth on my sensitive tip.
It’s like every nerve in my body angles toward her, begging for attention. I grunt into her pussy as she takes me an inch further.
“There you go,” Dean praises. “Now swirl your tongue.”
She does, and my eyes roll back as I pull her tighter against me, no longer needing to breathe. The only thing I need to inhale is her delicious cunt.
His legs brush mine, and I imagine his hands in her hair, guiding her down onto me.
“Flatten your tongue and stick it out just a little. It’ll help relax your gag reflex.”
She adjusts, keeping me in her mouth.
“Every inch, Princess. You’re not stopping until he’s buried in the back of your throat.”
“Oh my fucking God,” I moan against her as she takes me deeper, her tongue working me to oblivion.
My hips buck out of instinct, and she gags around me, the sensation otherworldly. Her mouth slides up my shaft before going back down, over and over. She finds a perfect slow pace, and I’m going to lose control.
This isn’t my first blow job, but it’s never been like this before, and it’s all because of her. No one will ever do this for me again, no one but Ciri. If she won’t touch me, no one will.
My lips find her clit, and I suck hard. Her soft mouth tightens around me. Both of us are moaning and crying out as we lose ourselves in the pleasure.
“Here you go, baby. Give this one a try,” Dean tells her.
A second later, her mouth retracts from my cock before the sensual, wet sounds begin again. Fucking hell, now she’s sucking his dick.
Our perfect dirty girl. She’s a natural with us.
“Use your hands on him while your mouth is busy,” Dean groans, his voice breathy fast.
Her hands find me, her weight shifting back onto my face as she holds herself up. My fingers sink into her thighs, securing her in place as I inhale her, again and again.
She pumps me from base to tip with both hands, sliding with ease from her spit still coating my length.
The sounds in the room are anything but angelic, and I could listen to them on repeat for the rest of my damn life.
We stay like this for a minute or an hour, devouring one another until time fades away completely.
Her breathing picks up, and I know she’s been fighting her first orgasm for a minute, her knees tightening on the sides of my neck. I work her harder, quickening the pace with the strokes of my tongue.
Using my hands, I slide her back and forth on my face, creating the perfect friction on her clit. And she loses it, jumping off the cliff into ecstasy. She moans around Dean’s cock, her beautiful cries muffled with him deep in her throat.
“Tell us how sexy you are,” Dean orders her.
Her sounds grow louder as he leaves her.
“Tell us, Princess.”
She rides me through her orgasm, finally giving us what we asked for. “I’m sexy. I’m sexy. I’m sexy.”
“Yes, you are,” he coos before his weight presses into the bed by my legs, slowly making his way up behind us.
As she comes down, I ease a finger inside, pumping slowly and letting her adjust before adding a second.
He crouches behind us, palming her ass and spreading her cheeks apart as he hums with satisfaction.
“What are you doing?” she asks curiously.
“Filling both of your holes with our tongues,” he groans with a smirk before angling her ass and running his tongue over her.