Chapter Nineteen
Dylan
I licked up the side of Sean’s neck and bit his ear, my voice rough against it. “Give me what you want.”
My hand fell away from the back of his head. He dropped to his knees in front of me without a word, his fingers shaking as they worked at my belt. Clumsy and fumbling. Nothing like the cocky bastard who’d walked through the door ten minutes ago.
Chantel stood just a few feet away, watching. She hadn’t moved since I’d ordered Sean to come to me, and the sharp heat of her gaze on us was almost as charged as Sean’s hands on my belt.
He finally got my pants open and pulled me out, letting my hard cock bob heavy between us.
Two sets of hungry yet adoring eyes locked on me, like I was the show they’d come to see. I was fully exposed and I’d never felt more at ease with something so fucking illicit.
Sean’s tongue snaked out to taste me, rough and impatient. But it was Chantel’s breath that caught, not mine.
Her mouth hung open, her hands clutching the tops of her thighs, and suddenly all I wanted in the world was her hands on me.
“Chantel. Get over here.”
She crossed the room fast, her heels muffled on the carpet, and I caught her around the waist and pulled her into my side. I kissed her hard just as Sean wrapped his lips around my cock.
The moan that ripped out of me was loud and uninhibited, and once I started, I couldn’t fucking stop. Years of self-denial exploded in my chest, unleashing sounds I couldn’t have held back if I’d tried.
And why the hell would I?
Every noise I made, one of them echoed back.
It didn’t take long to bring me to the brink, and that was a problem. I didn’t want this to be over before it had barely started. And I’d promised myself I’d be buried deep in Chantel when I came.
“Stop.” I yanked Sean by the hair, forcing him off me, which was a hell of a lot harder than it should’ve been.
He pulled back, lips wet, eyes blown wide. I had to look away from him or I’d lose it.
I moved to the bed, shed the rest of my clothes, and sat on the edge of the mattress to take them both in.
They stood where I’d left them. Both of them waiting. Both of them watching. Two headstrong people with the kind of personalities that didn’t let anything or anyone get in their way.
And right now, they were holding still for me. It was the most power I’d ever held. The most fucking thrilling thing I’d ever done.
“You’re both wearing too many clothes. Take them off.”
They started reaching for their own, and I cut them off with a smirk. “No. Take them off each other.”
Sean’s overconfident grin came roaring back. Chantel didn’t hesitate either.
She went for his shirt first, then his pants. But when she reached for the waistband of his boxer-briefs, he caught her wrist and spun her around so her back met his chest, both of them facing me.
His big hands settled on her waist, mapping her curves. He caught the hem of her shirt and lifted it slowly over her head, her dark hair cascading back down like a veil. Then he captured her raised arms and held them around his neck, keeping her stretched and on display.
Sean knew exactly what he was doing.
His fingers dragged down her sides, across her ribs, up between her breasts, and back down over the flat plane of her stomach. His hands disappeared behind her, and the rasp of a zipper sounded before her skirt dropped to the floor.
Her hips became the new fascination for his touch as his hands roved side to side. Front to back. Until his long fingers were toying at the apex of her thighs.
He was showcasing her for me. Offering her up like a gift, every movement designed to drive me out of my fucking mind.
And it was working.
“Good. Now ditch the rest and get your asses over here. Both of you.”
Patience was officially gone. I reached out from the edge of the bed and pulled Chantel to me, stripping her out of her bra and panties because I needed my hands to be the ones touching her.
Her skin was softer than I remembered. Like goddamn silk. And her scent…
Fuck, what was it about the way this woman smelled that got me so worked up?
I was lost in her when Sean climbed onto the bed behind me.
The contrast hit me hard. His rough bulk pressing against my back, her soft body in front of me. Two completely different sensations, two completely different kinds of want, and somehow my brain was holding both at once without short-circuiting.
Sean’s hand found my erection. He stroked once, twice, then rolled a condom down my length.
“Take her,” he murmured against my ear. Not a question. Not a request. A command.
For a second, I forgot I was supposed to be the one in charge. And I listened.
I lifted Chantel onto my lap and, without waiting for her to settle, notched my cock to her entrance and pulled her down onto me in one hard thrust. Her heat closed around me, tight and slick, and my whole body jolted.
“Ostie de calice,” she cried, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“That’s it,” Sean encouraged from behind me.
And that really was it. I gave in and let someone else take the lead for a second. Leaning back against Sean’s chest, I let sensation take over.
His hands were everywhere. My stomach. Her hips. One of them moving hot and steady over his own cock behind me.
Nothing had ever felt this good. This right. This fucking overwhelming.
“Kiss me,” I said, reaching back to cover his hand with mine, sliding my grip down his shaft.
Chantel’s hands fisted in my hair as Sean’s mouth claimed mine. Her body moved on me, riding me, and I was barely holding it together, gripping Sean with one hand, squeezing Chantel’s ass with the other, trying to hold off long enough to take them with me.
Then Chantel shifted and clenched around me, and I lost it.
My orgasm tore through me with unstoppable force, and I came apart in the most spectacular way—shouting, panting, pumping into her while Sean’s mouth swallowed the sound.
When I came down, Chantel started to shift off my lap. I stopped her with a sharp slap on her ass.
“Just because I finished doesn’t mean you’re done.” My voice was almost as wrecked as I was. “Sean, move back. Enchanté, come sit on my face, good girl.”
Her mouth met mine in a quick, fiery kiss, her moan vibrating through me.
They both did what I told them. But Chantel went one better, and as soon as she settled over me, she bent down and took Sean’s cock into her mouth.
I nearly lost my mind all over again.
They came one right after the other, and it was glorious. Chantel first, her thighs locked around my head, my mouth sealed to her clit and my fingers deep inside her. She cried out around Sean, the sound muffled and broken and filthy.
Sean followed fast, pulling out at the last second and spilling into his own hand with a satisfied grunt.
I’d never felt higher. Like my climax hadn’t finished until theirs did.
Chantel flopped down beside me, her smile pure bliss. Sean sat back against the headboard, his long legs stretched out on my other side.
None of us spoke. Maybe we were lost in our own heads. Maybe we were too spent to think at all.
“Tell me if you’ve heard this one.” Sean broke the silence. “A cop, a doctor, and a hockey player walk into a bar—”
Chantel’s laugh burst out of her, loud and bright, and I felt mine follow right behind it. I reached up to wrap a hand around Sean’s calf and laced the fingers of my other hand through Chantel’s.
“Were you late on purpose?” she asked him, voicing the exact thing I’d been wondering.
Sean laughed bold and easy. He didn’t deny it.
“You’re staying, right?” Chantel looked past me to him. “Because I don’t think we’re done yet. I want more.”
Fuck. She really was a dirty girl. My dirty girl.
Possessiveness flared in my chest. I rolled toward her and caught her mouth with mine—open and so blissfully fucking willing. I wanted more too. More of her. More of him. More of both of them.
When I pulled back, I looked at Sean.
His eyes were heavy, his smile easy, and something about the way he looked reminded me of the first time we’d met. Before I’d seen past the performance. Before I’d understood the type of man I was looking at.
“Is that okay with you?” He was seeking permission. Not making one of his usual bold assumptions.
And that triggered something deep within me.
My guard was gone. Fully, permanently down. It should have made me feel naked. Exposed.
Instead, all I felt was relief.
It was like the first breath after coming up from deep water. I didn’t have to pretend with either of them. Chantel saw me and accepted me. Sean understood me and wanted me anyway.
“Stay,” I murmured, something warm and unfamiliar filling my chest. “I want you both to stay.”