Chapter Twenty-Four – Fawn #3
It’s Dylan who breaks the spell. He closes the distance between us and cups my face, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. “Damn, look at you. Torin’s flannel really suits you,” he mumbles before his lips touch mine.
It’s gentle at first, relieving the tension with a tease that prompts my lips to part. Then, his tongue pushes into my mouth, taking over. He tastes of mint and desire. I’m drowning in the wet, passionate kiss. I feel myself pushed back until the backs of my legs hit the couch, and I slump into it.
He lands directly beside me, his hand reaching into the flannel, cupping my boob. “You need to be worshipped, princess. Every perfect inch of you.”
I’m terrified yet so turned on at the same time.
Dylan pulls away from my lips, leans down, and swirls his tongue over my nipple.
On cue, Torin drops to his knees between my legs.
His large hands slide up my legs and caress my knees to part the flannel wider.
His face inches closer, and I feel his soft lips press against the inside of my knee.
A groan escapes me. He does it to the other knee too, his stubble brushing against my sensitive spots as he kisses further.
My legs start to quiver, and I can feel I’m slick with arousal.
“So fucking soft and perfect,” Torin murmurs, his heated breath searing my panties as his lips brush against my thighs.
His kisses trail upward, like he’s branding me with each one.
His fingers hook into the top of my lace panties, but before he does anything, he looks up at me for confirmation.
I nod, and in one motion, he slides them down my legs.
Then, to my amazement, he puts my panties into his mouth, his eyes fixed on mine as he sucks the fabric dripping with my arousal.
It’s so obscenely erotic, I moan low and long. “Oh my—”
Dylan caps it off with a kiss to my lips. “That’s it, princess,” he breathes against my mouth. “Let us hear you.”
Torin tucks my panties into his jeans pocket like a memento and leans back in, his lips trailing over my inner thighs while he kisses, licks, and bites at me tenderly. I spread my legs wider, my pussy fully exposed to him.
And then, his tongue finds my slit. It’s flat and broad as he licks a continuous path from my entrance to my pulsing clit. My back arches as a cry rips from my throat. Dylan’s hands find my boobs again, and he caresses them. “That’s a good girl.”
Torin’s mouth is a miracle. He doesn’t just eat my pussy; he dominates and devours it.
His tongue circles my clit with an expertise that leaves me dizzy with pleasure.
One of his thick fingers slides inside me while a raspy groan thuds upward from his chest. “Fuck, you taste amazing, and you’re so tight,” he growls, his voice muffled by my pussy.
“I’m going to take my sweet time tasting you. ”
I’m overwhelmed with the dirty words and Dylan’s praise in my ear.
It’s too much for me to handle. I’m falling apart, bucking into Torin’s mouth when he picks up speed, pressing his finger into that spot just inside me while his tongue circles my clit once more.
“You love feeling my tongue right here, don’t you? ”
I whimper loudly as he flicks my clit.
“That’s it, beautiful,” Dylan encourages, his lips at mine. “Be a good girl and come for him.”
My body jolts, and I helplessly writhe against both their mouths. I reach down to Torin, burying my fingers in his thick hair. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Dylan continues to kiss me passionately. Torin dips another finger inside me. He thrusts deeper, and my inner walls tighten around him. Without warning, he quickens the pace, plunging his fingers into me while his tongue furiously licks my clit.
“I’m gonna—” I squirm. “I’m gonna . . .”
“That’s it, princess. Let go.”
I obey and instinctively try to close my legs, but Dylan pins down one of my thighs so I can’t wiggle away. I’m completely at Torin’s mercy.
The ache becomes too much to bear. An orgasm surges through me like wildfire. “I’m coming! I’m coming!” I cry out, trembling violently while clutching at Torin’s hair. My toes curl, riding out the spasm that rages on inside me.
I’m seeing stars through my eyelids, and I’m sure I’ve forgotten to breathe.
My eyes flutter open. Torin’s tongue slides over my clit, finding his rhythm and milking every last ripple of sensation until I am a ragged mess on the couch.
He slowly pulls back, his mouth glistens with my arousal, and he smirks at me with satisfaction.
As soon as his soaked fingers leave my pussy, I feel empty.
“That was—” I take three deep breaths. “Incredible.”
“You’re so damn gorgeous when you come,” Dylan breathes. Then, he stands, undoing his belt, his eyes never leaving my body. I’m a mess but happy. “We’re not done with you yet, though, princess.”
Torin rises to his feet, his own jeans now open. “Do you want to taste yourself?” He stares at my mouth.
“Yes,” I whisper.
He leans in with hungry eyes and then presses his lips to mine, pushing his tongue into my mouth forcefully.
I can taste my own sweet arousal. Torin pulls back, and I see the tip of his cock poking out of the waistband of his underwear.
“Bedroom . . . now,” he growls, rough as ever.
He yanks me up, but I feel like Jello. Dylan follows right behind me, his hands on my hips, guiding me to one of the bedrooms.
The bedroom is only lit by the hallway light. They lay me down right in the middle of the enormous bed, and for a moment, they just look at me.
The sexual tension between us couldn’t be thicker.
“You okay, princess?” Dylan asks.
“I’m nervous.”
“Don’t be. We’ll be gentle until you say. Do you want us to keep going?”
An ache settles between my legs. “Yes. I want this.”
Torin leans forward, whispering, “Then beg, Fawn.”
“Please,” I moan.
Torin scoffs. “You call that begging?”
I spread my legs so my pussy is on display, and I caress my sensitive clit for a second. Their gazes give me confidence. I bite my bottom lip, and my eyelids flutter. “Please. I need both of you . . . inside me.”
“We’ll take care of you, princess,” Dylan sharply exhales.
My pussy is so wet, and I’m ready to surrender to them and be fucked, hard.
They both stare into my soul. “We’re planning on fucking you all night, Fawn,” Torin warns me.
An audible gulp escapes my lips. Dylan takes off his jeans, his cock springing free, and my mouth goes dry. It’s enormous, thick, and veined — at least nine inches.
Torin is up next, getting naked. His cock is just as huge, maybe half an inch bigger, and mean-looking like his tattoos. He starts stroking it, watching me from the end of the bed.
Dylan walks over to his bedside table and pulls out a couple of condoms from the drawer.
He tears one open with his teeth and slowly slides it on.
Watching him getting himself ready makes my stomach do somersaults.
He crawls onto the bed and settles right between my legs.
He doesn’t shove himself inside me like my ex did.
He leans down until his warm body covers mine, linking our fingers and gently holding my hands above my head.
His green eyes search mine. He nudges the tip against me, wetting himself in my arousal, and I gasp, holding my breath. God, he’s huge.
He pauses, allowing me to adjust to him. Then, carefully, he fills me, inch by inch, until I’m stretched further than ever before. A moan rips out of me.
He groans, pushing his forehead to mine. “Fawn, damn, you’re so tight. You feel fucking amazing.” He starts moving, slow and deep, making me see white spots. Each thrust is incredible. I feel everything — the way my pussy squeezes around him, wanting him even closer.
“Dylan,” I whimper. The fact that Torin is watching us turns me on even more.
“You feel that, princess?” he pants, his thrusts gaining speed. “You feel my cock stretching your perfect little pussy? Fuck!”
He lets go of my hands, and my fingers find his back.
I dig my nails between his shoulder blades as he increases his speed.
He lifts my leg over his hip, granting him more access.
His cock is hitting all the right places.
On the side of the bed, Torin is stroking his own cock, his eyes watching me.
“I can’t wait for my cock to be buried inside you. You’ll be trembling underneath me.”
The praise, the dirty talk, that bursting feeling, it’s too much, but I still want more. I can’t stop moaning. Dylan picks up speed, his hips hitting me harder now, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room. My breasts bounce with each thrust, heavy and aching.
Torin’s lips claim me in a heartbeat, his tongue strong and investigative. Dylan’s cock is still a strong, incredible presence within me, making me whimper into Torin’s kiss.
Oh God, this is too much. It’s everything.
Torin’s hand moves fast, a blur as he strokes himself while kissing me. The kiss breaks just enough for him to speak, his lips inches from mine. His voice is a rough rumble. “Look at you,” he breathes, his dark eyes holding mine captive. “Taking every inch of his cock.”
His words hit me hard, and I squeeze around Dylan tighter. He makes a moaning noise above me, and Torin’s thumb touches my cheek. “Tell me, Fawn: have you ever been with two guys at once?”
I can barely form the word, my mind drowning in sensation. “N-no—”
A grin, sharp and hungry, stretches over Torin’s face. “That’s what I fucking thought. You’ve been waiting for us.” He kisses me again, his tongue a dirty promise of things to come.
Out of breath, I manage to pull back for a second. “Have you two ever shared someone before?”
A lump forms in my throat. I’m scared of what the answer will be.
They share a chuckle, and Dylann punctuates it with a scoff. “No, princess. You’re the only girl.”
I let out a sigh of relief. I feel honored.