Chapter 16 - Stacy
I’m so nervous.
Each of them has worshiped me in the privacy of the bedroom.
Will it be different when they’re face to face?
Steadying myself at the sink, I stare into my own reflection in the mirror. Am I going to look the same after I’ve done this?
Feel the same?
I trust them both.
Heck, if I was being honest with myself, I’d admit that I’ve fallen in love.
But I’ll never say it out loud. It would be breaking my own rule.
Those nibble marks on my neck, I wonder how long before they fade?
Fighting the tears, I let my towel fall to the floor.
Today is special. The nerves fade into excitement that I get to share it with both of them.
Naked and baring my vulnerabilities, I pull the door open and step into the living room.
Their eyes lock on me.
“There’s our girl,” Reece groans, moving first towards me.
“Keep her warm.” Dean stands, then pushes the coffee table away from the sheepskin rug. “There, by the fire.”
I like it when he takes control.
Reece scoops me up, holding me to his chest, and carries me in front of the hearth.
Gently, he kneels with me in his arms to set me carefully on the soft mat.
“You’ve got a bit of a wild streak, huh?” He tugs the blanket from the couch to cover me.
But I push it off.
“Maybe? Or I hate the idea of only one of you at a time enjoying yourselves.” My fingers find the button of his shirt.
Reece puts his palm over my knuckles, glancing over my head towards Dean, who’s sitting in his leather chair, riveted to us.
“Let her take your clothes off,” Dean says quietly, his grip puckering the arms of his seat.
I know that inflection.
He always sounds like that before making my universe light on fire.
“You heard him,” I say quietly, fighting a smile.
Rising to my knees, I push the fabric from Reece’s broad shoulders, then reach down to loosen his belt.
The bulge behind his zipper presses like a raging animal, begging to be released.
When I undo his button, his thick cock bounces free.
Dean’s sharp inhale makes me smile.
“He’s never seen you naked before?” I look up at Reece as I wrap my hand around the purple tip.
Reece shakes his head, his jaw clenching when I rub my thumb over his leaking slit.
“Dean, doesn’t Reece have a pretty dick?” I turn to find Dean’s intense stare.
Then I bend over far enough to lick the end, all while my gaze never wavers from Dean’s.
His only reaction is the tiny flare of his nostrils.
“Suck on it.” Dean’s voice is low, commanding.
Thinly veiled chaos hides behind his eyes.
Reece’s hot hand tangles in my damp hair when I take him into my mouth.
He’s so big, it doesn’t take much to make me start to choke.
“More.” Dean leans over his knees. “Reece, spank her slutty ass for making me want to fuck it.”
The first snap is a shockwave, rocketing me forward to stuff his girthy cock into my throat.
I hear the zipper, but don’t look.
My mouth is full.
“Like this,” Dean grits, his voice closer.
Then the sharp bite of his belt cracks across my upper thighs. Hard enough to make me jump, but not enough to sting.
Reece lets out a groan that vibrates through me.
A whisper of fabric flutters to the floor next to me as Dean’s shirt falls into a pile.
“This is what she wants,” he hisses from behind me, his hot palms gripping my waist. “Our girl wants to be spit roasted for Christmas.”
But his hand is gentle, working down my thighs.
“Fuck her into me,” Reece whispers as his touch smooths down my back. “Hard enough I can feel it.”
When Dean fills me, it lurches me into Reece, jamming him deeper.
Tears press from my eyes as I struggle to breathe around him.
Their hands cross on my ribs, gripping each other to pull for leverage.
Both of them thrust in, ramming me from either end.
Moaning around Reece’s stiff cock, the first tremors start to work their way through my belly.
“That’s it, come for me, my little double stuffed.” Dean drives in harder, kicking me into an explosion of colors with a shuddering cry.
Reece rips himself out of my mouth, pinching the end of his wet dick. “I need a sec.” His thighs quiver as he fights his own release.
Then Dean pulls out, his stiff length pressing against my leg. “Lie down, Reece. We’ll all get off together.”
But then he stands and walks away.
Reece collapses onto his back in front of me, a dopey grin on his lips as he tugs me over him. “Our girl likes to be filled up, huh?”
“I like knowing you’re both enjoying it, too.” My limbs are still fuzzy snuggling up to him.
Yet my fingers still drift down to trace the pulsing vein of his shaft.