15. Dante #3
Eli’s face is stripped bare, the pristine facade of control banished and his desire brought to life.
Every wall he’s spent years building has cracked open and there’s nothing left but his bone-deep craving for her, for us.
He’s making sounds now, low broken sounds, and Dakota’s moaning around my cock and Cruz is sliding home behind me, filling me, and the four of us move together like we’ve been doing this for a lifetime.
“Fuck, Coach,” Cruz grits out. “Fuck her. Make her take it.”
“Cruz.” Eli’s voice is shredded. “Don’t stop talking.”
“Yeah?” Cruz’s hips snap into mine. “You like that, Daddy? You like it dirty? Watch her swallow him down while your dick is buried in her cunt. Look at her. She fucking loves it.”
Dakota whimpers, the vibration running through me. I cup her throat, careful, guiding.
“Tap my thigh if it’s too much, baby.”
She digs her nails into my ass, but doesn’t tap.
Eli’s pace turns brutal, the controlled coach gone, replaced by something I’ve never seen in him.
He’s gripping Dakota’s hips so hard I’ll bet there’ll be marks tomorrow, and he’s watching me—watching Cruz behind me, watching Cruz’s hand slide around to my chest, watching Cruz’s mouth on my shoulder.
“Touch yourself, sweetheart,” Cruz tells Dakota.
She does. One hand drops from my ass, slides between her legs, and the sound she makes around my cock has my eyes rolling back.
“That’s my good girl,” Cruz praises.
Eli groans. “Jesus Christ.”
“You like watching our girl getting off on being used, Daddy?” Cruz asks, testing the word.
“Oh fuck. Yes,” he growls.
“Yeah? You been thinking about this?” Cruz pushes.
“Yes,” Eli replies.
“Tell us what you’ve been thinking about,” I demand.
Eli’s panting. His rhythm stutters, recovers.
“I’ve been thinking about all of you. How fucking pretty Dakota would look on all fours in the cage with my dick inside her.
How hot it would be to see you and Cruz fucking.
” He groans as he fucks into her harder.
“How I’d love to stuff our girl’s ass, while one of you was in her cunt and the other in her mouth. ”
Dakota whimpers around my dick, her body starting to tremble.
“Goddamn it, Daddy,” Cruz says. “So fucking filthy, but so fucking hot.” Cruz’s arm wraps around me from behind, hand cupping my balls while my cock hits the back of Dakota’s throat, and I’m gone. I’m fucking gone. Heat coils tight at the base of my spine.
“I’m close,” I manage.
Dakota pulls off with a wet pop. “I want you to paint my face in your cum.”
I draw back from her mouth and grab my dick.
Dakota is looking up at me with her lips swollen and slick as she gets pounded by Coach and Cruz drives into me from behind and his hand palms my throbbing balls and I’m coming, hard, over her face, lips and across her throat, and she’s watching me the whole time with her mouth open like an offering.
“Christ.” Cruz’s voice has a wrecked quality I’ve never heard before. “Christ, Dante, you should see how much of my cock your tight little ass is swallowing.”
He follows me a moment later, buried deep, his teeth at my shoulder, his arm crushing me against his chest.
Eli’s still moving. His eyes are on Dakota’s pussy, and he leans down and licks her nipples as she comes apart on his cock. Her cry is broken, beautiful, and Eli buries his face against her neck and follows her over.
The room goes quiet but for everyone breathing.
Cruz eases out of me carefully, his hand at my hip steadying. He turns me around and kisses me tenderly, in a way that catches me off guard.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Yeah.” I’m laughing a little, breathless. “Yeah, I’m okay.”
On the bed, Eli has gathered Dakota against his chest. She’s curled into him, her cheek against his sternum, and he’s stroking her hair with a hand that’s still trembling. He looks up at us and there’s such a vulnerable expression on his face it makes my heart skip a beat.
“That was—” Eli starts. Stops. Swallows.
“Yeah, Coach.” Cruz crosses to them, drops onto the mattress beside Eli, throws a casual arm across the back behind his shoulders. “It was perfect.”
Eli looks at the arm. Looks at Cruz. And then, slow, like he’s testing whether he’s allowed, he leans his head onto Cruz’s shoulder.
Cruz’s smile when he meets my eyes is the softest I have ever seen on him.
“Come on, Dante.” He pats the cushion beside him. “Get in here.”
“Be right there,” I reply, making my way to the bathroom to get a warm wet cloth to clean up Dakota’s face for her. Stepping back into the room, I can’t help but smile at them all wrapped up in each other as I clean her face and neck, then lay the cloth aside.
I settle in against Cruz’s other side, and Dakota stretches a leg across all of our laps, and the four of us breathe together in the lamplight.
Eli’s hand finds mine eventually, his fingers threading through. He squeezes once.
I squeeze back. We all know this is the start of something complicated, and yet it feels so goddamn right; there’s just one missing piece of the puzzle.