Chapter 21 #2
Those plump lips find my cock again as she takes both of our tongues, letting us eat our fill. We worship her with our mouths, making her fall apart all over again. Once. Twice. Until my face is coated in her ecstasy.
She sits up, taking control and spinning back around, backing up until her feet hit the floor and she pushes to her full height. “I want you both. Please.”
I wonder what we look like on the bed right now—rock-hard cocks pulsing, eyes starved, and desperate for more.
Getting on my feet, I lightly grab her shoulders and spin her back to the bed. “On your back. It’ll be easier for your first time.”
Dean joins me at my side, looking at her with pure fucking love in his eyes as we both pump our dicks, aching to feel her. “Are you sure?”
“I’m positive.” She sits down on the edge of the bed before scooting back a foot and lying down. With her hands on her knees, she pulls her legs apart, her pretty pussy glistening. “Please.”
Hastily, Dean grabs a pillow and secures it under her head for comfort and grabs condoms for both of us.
She shakes her head. “I want to feel you both. Without those. Even if it’s just for the first minute.”
Good God, she’s going to be the death of me.
“Once we warm you up, we’ll put them on, okay?” I counter, knowing how desperately I want to feel her with nothing between us.
Biting on her bottom lip, she nods. “How are you both going to …” She trails off.
“How are we both going to take your virginity?” Dean smirks. “One inch at a time.”
He gestures for me to start, and I might’ve gotten on my knees and begged had he not. I kick my jeans to the floor and rip my shirt off my head, tossing it God knows where.
Stepping forward, I grab her hips and pull her ass to the edge. Thankful Dean’s bed is tall enough to line us up perfectly with her pretty cunt.
Spitting down onto my dick, I coat it and swipe it through her dripping center. “Are you ready, Princess?”
“Yes,” she whispers, and I push my hips forward, sinking my tip inside her.
A sharp gasp cuts through the room, and her eyes close. I freeze, scared I hurt her. I know we aren’t small in the fucking slightest; it’s going to take her body a minute to adjust.
“Are you okay?” Leaning forward, I cup her cheeks, waiting for her to look at me. “We can stop.”
“Don’t stop.” Her eyes flutter open, her pupils blown to fuck and gaze darker than ever.
My cock twitches of its own accord, and her head tips back, mouth parting and inhaling.
I shift forward slightly before pulling back and letting my dick fall between us.
“Such a good job, baby.” I lean down and steal a kiss from her before stepping back and letting Dean take my place.
Grabbing his cock, he sinks into her, grunting, “Fuck, you feel so good, stretching out for us, Cirella.”
He takes his time, working another inch deeper before trading out with me again.
Her warm pussy welcomes me eagerly as I ease into her, slowing down with each inch more, pushing further than before, until four inches are buried in her with four more to go.
Dean and I switch back and forth, each testing the limits of our restraint as we memorize the feel of her around us, shaping the veins of our cocks into her walls.
She’s a whimpering mess when I step before her again, ready to give her all of me. And she’s going to take it like the good fucking girl she is.
My tip squeezes inside her tight entrance, and I wrap my hands around her waist as I angle my hips.
“Look at me, Princess. Eyes on me as I fill you up.”
Her long lashes lift, and a soft smirk tips her lips.
But her confidence fades to delirium as I drive into her and she takes every greedy inch. She’s warm, ready, and eager for more. Which is exactly what I’m going to give her.
Pulling back, I thrust forward again and again, ready to show her just how good she can feel. Her tits bounce from the motion, the visual alone nearly making me come.
Dean crawls onto the bed, sliding under her head and lifting her upper body, bending slightly at her waist. He brushes her hair from her face, planting kisses on her temple as I roll my hips against her repeatedly.
“Look at him, Ciri. Watch him fuck you,” Dean orders her, and she watches with hooded eyes, parted lips, and breathy moans.
Her moans turn to cries, louder and louder, faster and faster as I grab her hips and pull her against me while thrusting forward.
He palms her breast, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “You’re taking him so fucking good, baby. Come on. Come for him. I know you’re ready.”
She explodes, crying out and tightening around my cock in pulsing waves.
“You deserve to feel like this, Ciri. You deserve goodness,” he tells her.
My balls tighten, seconds from spilling over as she squeezes me tightly.
“I’m gonna come,” I whimper.
“Open your mouth, Princess,” he tells her, and she does, sitting up and sticking her tongue out.
I pull out of her, my dick barely finding her mouth before my cum squirts out of me uncontrollably, harder than ever before. She sucks me between her lips, and my head and eyes roll back, the world around me fading away completely.
“Every drop,” Dean tells her.
The warm, wet tip of her tongue swirls against me, and I think I might start fucking levitating from how good it feels. She cleans me, and I step back, my eyes opening with a whole new view on our innocent Cirella.
Dean shifts out from beneath her, positioning himself in front of her parted legs, and I take his previous place, holding her up for him.
“You’re going to come one more time,” Dean tells her, lining his cock up with her throbbing pussy.
“Yes, please,” she whimpers, melting into my embrace.
“Fuuuck,” he growls out as he sinks into her, quickly finding a pace that is dangerous for both of their restraint.
It’s only a matter of seconds before they are panting with moans.
“There you go,” I tell her, feeling her body tighten and ready to break. “You deserve us, baby. You deserve everything you’ve ever desired.”
“I deserve it,” she whimpers before throwing her head back and crying out, “Oh my God!” Her legs shake, quivering uncontrollably in the air around Dean.
“You’re ours, baby, forever.”
He thrusts steadily, and right as she starts coming down from her high, he finds his, pulling out of her. She offers her tongue, which he happily takes, spilling into her mouth. After the waves stop, his lips find hers, ferocious and passionate.
Giving everything she has left, she kisses him while her hand reaches back for mine. We are one together.
Happy. Delirious. Perfect. And that’s the way we’re going to stay, no matter what anyone else tries to do to tear us apart.
She leans back, falling into my arms, completely spent.
“How are you doing? Feeling okay?”
“I’ll get you some water,” Dean offers, slightly panicked that we may have pushed her too far.
He immediately walks over to a pair of joggers lying on the ground and jumps into them.
She chuckles, the sweet noise breaking out into a full giggle fit. “No. Stop.” She laughs. “Dean, I’m fine.”
He settles the joggers on his hips and slouches, reddening as he realizes he was freaking out for nothing. “Oh … good.”
Rubbing the back of his neck, he smiles, dimples popping in the sides of his cheeks. I’ve never seen him so … frazzled and off his game. It’s fucking hilarious.
“I could use a glass of water.” I smirk, a full smile taking over when Cirella giggles again.
Dean flips me off. “Fuck off. Get it yourself.”
“Rude,” I scoff.
Cirella sits up, gently getting to her feet. “You guys are ridiculous.”
“Ly hot?” I finish her sentence. “Thank you.”
She looks back at me and rolls her eyes. “You don’t need me to tell you that. It might make your head explode.”
“Won’t be the only thing exploding because of your mouth.” I smirk, my eyes slightly hooded.
Shaking her head with a smile, she bends down to get her panties and leggings, and I enjoy the view unabashedly.
I still can’t believe that just happened.
I knew our physical relationship would find its way back, but I didn’t expect it to happen so quickly. Dean and I were ready whenever, and if choosing us in that moment made her happy, so be it. I’m certainly not complaining.
We both watch her in awe as she wiggles her bottoms up her legs and hips. Her bra, tank top, and cardigan are still in the hallway, but I wouldn’t mind if she stayed topless altogether.
But as her arms start to cover herself, I know she won’t be comfortable like that. Fisting my T-shirt that’s sitting on the edge of the bed, I toss it to her.
“Why, thank you, Prince Charming.” She grins. “What a gentleman.”
I shrug and click my tongue. “I know.”
She pulls it over her head, and it falls to the middle of her thighs, the Legends logo big across her chest. It looks perfect. Seeing the Legends logo staring me down reminds me about dinner tomorrow.
“What are your plans tomorrow night?”
Hesitantly, she asks, “Why?”
“Come to dinner with us, at Griffin Hawthorne’s place,” I tell her, not phrasing it like a question, but a request.
“Like a date?” She fights her smile.
Dean walks over to her and kisses her forehead. “Yes, Ciri, a date.”
“Oh.” Her cheeks flush again. “O-okay.”
“Is that a yes?” I sit up eagerly.
Slowly, she nods, biting her lip. “Yeah.”
“Good.” I smile. “It’ll be fun, I promise. Dinner’s at eight o’clock. We’ll drive you.”
“As long as the entire campus won’t be there, I’m in.” Her gaze falls; she’s probably remembering the ride from earlier. “So, what do you guys want to do now? Besides being a horrible influence on my academic attendance record.” She crosses her arms with a fake angry stare.
“We could watch a movie,” Dean offers. “Or literally whatever you want.”
Her eyes bulge with excitement. “Oh my God, wait, in the theater?”
“Yes.” Dean grins proudly.
“I’m in,” she practically shouts.
After grabbing her phone from her backpack, she races out of the room and down the hall, hastily retrieving her clothes and chucking them into Dean’s room before continuing on to the theater.
“I’d literally kill anyone for her,” I blurt out, hearing her excitement echo down the hall to us as she reaches the cinema.
Dean sighs happily. “Me too, dude.”
“Also, how in the fuck is this not weird between us? Literally sharing a girl,” I scoff, addressing the elephant in the room.
He laughs, tipping his head back. “I’ve had that same thought a thousand times over. I don’t have an answer. I’m just glad it’s not.” He pauses. “It’s easy with her and sharing with you. I have no issues with it.”
“Same here,” I mutter, standing up to find my boxers and jeans. “I’m going to change, then head in there.”
“All right,” he says, pulling his sweatshirt over his head. “I’m going to grab Gus and get him a few treats for the movie.”
“You’re going to get Gus?” I get way too excited about seeing him again.
Never in my life did I think I would love a little mouse as a pet, but he’s basically our son now, and I shall love him accordingly.
He nods, a proud, fatherly gleam in his eye. “Duh, it’s family movie time.”
“Get snacks for us, too, while you’re at it,” I tell him, heading into the hallway.
He flips me off. “If you’re lucky.”