12. Dakota #2
I let my eyes close. Cruz stands back watching, still hard, still glistening at the tip from Dante’s mouth.
“I want him inside me.” The words scrape out. “Cruz. I want—”
“Yeah, sweetheart?” Cruz’s voice cracks down the middle. “You sure?”
Dante straightens. His hand stays on my thigh but his attention shifts, sharp and considering.
“Cruz hasn’t fucked you yet.” Dante says it slow. “Not properly. The locker room was something but it wasn’t that. And I haven’t fucked you yet, Cruz. Park was you bending me over the column. So.” His mouth curves. “Seems only fair we even the scoreboard.”
Cruz’s whole body goes still.
“You wanna fuck my ass while I’m inside her?” he asks.
“If she wants you inside her.” Dante’s eyes come back to me. “Baby. Do you want him to fuck you, or do you want him to eat you out instead?”
I look at Cruz. The size of him. The way his chest rises and falls. The careful way he’s keeping his hands at his sides.
“I want him to fuck me.”
“Christ.” Cruz scrubs a hand down his face. “Sweetheart.”
“Then listen up.” Dante steps to the foot of the bed and Cruz goes a fraction taller, like a soldier called to attention. “We worship her. That’s the rule. Not we fuck her, not we use her. We worship. You hear me?”
Cruz nods. “I hear you.”
“We have the stoplight system. Green means go, yellow means slow down or check in, red means everything stops the second it leaves her mouth. You don’t argue, you don’t ask why, you don’t try to talk her back into it. Her safeword is Greyhound, but if she can’t find that then Red is red. Got it?”
Cruz mock salutes. “Got it.”
“If she taps out, same as a hold. You release. Immediately.”
“Yeah.”
“If she goes quiet on you, you check in. If she shakes, you check in. If anything in your gut tells you to check in, you fucking check in.”
“Dante.” Cruz’s voice is low. “I always listen when it comes to consent. Always. You know that.”
“I know that.” Dante’s mouth softens for half a second. “I also know what it’s like to be inside her, and how easy it is to lose that anchor. So I’m reminding you. And if you forget, I’ll personally remove your balls with my bare hands. Are we clear?”
“Crystal.”
“Good.” Dante climbs onto the bed behind me, hands sliding up my ribs, lifting my shirt over my head. “Baby. You still green?”
“So green,” I breathe.
“Bra off.” His fingers find the clasp. “Underwear too. Let him look at you.”
I’m naked before I can second-guess it. The air hits my skin and Cruz makes a sound that should be illegal.
“Fuck me.” He stares. “Sweetheart. Look at you.”
“On your back, baby.” Dante guides me down, head on the pillows. “Knees up. Show him.”
I do it, and the look on Cruz’s face goes feral.
“Touch yourself.” Dante runs his palm down my belly to the inside of my thigh. “Let him watch you while I get him ready.”
I slip my fingers between my legs and stroke through the mess I’ve made of myself watching them.
Cruz climbs onto the bed at my feet, his eyes locked on my hand. “That for me, sweetheart?”
“Yes.”
“All that for me to feast on?” he asks.
“Yes.”
He drops to his elbows between my thighs and the first swipe of his tongue makes me arch off the mattress.
“Oh god—”
“Mm-hm.” Cruz hums against me, one massive hand splayed across my belly to hold me down. “You taste fucking incredible, sweetheart.”
Dante kneels behind him. I can see him over Cruz’s broad shoulders, popping the cap on a bottle of lube, slicking his fingers. Cruz spreads his knees wider on the bed without ever taking his mouth off me.
“Look at that,” Dante murmurs. “Already opening up for me.” Dante’s first finger goes into Cruz and Cruz groans against my pussy, the vibration traveling straight through me.
“Easy.” Dante’s voice is silk. “Breathe. Relax for me. There you go. There’s my boy.”
“Fuck, baby.” Cruz’s voice is ragged. “Fuck, do that again.”
“Crook my finger? Like this?”
Cruz’s whole body shudders and his beautiful cock leaks onto the bed. He drops his forehead against my hip and pants, and his stubble scrapes my skin and I’m so close already it’s embarrassing.
“Cruz.” I tug at his hair. “Cruz, I need—”
“What do you need, sweetheart?” He lifts his head. His mouth is shining. His pupils are blown wide. “Tell me.”
“You. I need you inside me. Now.”
Cruz groans. “Dante—”
“Two fingers.” Dante is calm, methodical, working him open. “Almost three. Hold on, big man.”
“I’ll fucking come if you keep doing that.”
“Don’t.” Dante’s voice goes a degree colder. “Not yet. You come inside her, or not at all. Understood?”
“Understood.”
I watch Cruz’s face change as Dante works a third finger in.
“You like that.” It’s not a question. I touch his cheek, his stubble rough under my palm. “You like him doing that to you.”
“Sweetheart, you have no fucking idea.”
“Show me.” I’m shocked at my own voice. “I want to see your face when he’s inside you.”
“Jesus Christ.” Cruz turns his face into my palm and kisses it. “You’re gonna ruin me.”
Dante slides his fingers free and reaches for the lube again, slicking himself, then Cruz.
“Up.” He pats Cruz’s hip. “On your knees between hers. I’ll come in behind you.”
Cruz rises onto his knees, hauling me by the backs of my thighs until I’m tilted up off the mattress. He’s so much bigger than me at this angle that it should be intimidating, but his eyes are nothing but soft.
“Sweetheart.” He notches the head of himself against me. “Green?”
“Green.”
“Tell me if anything’s wrong. Anything.”
“Cruz.” I drag my heel up his thigh. “Fuck me.”
He pushes in slow and I lose my breath.
He’s thick. Thicker than I expected, thicker than Dante, and he goes inch by inch with his jaw clenched and his hand splayed over my belly.
“Breathe, sweetheart. Breathe for me. Almost there.”
“Oh god—”