Chapter 22
Iwoke up hot and content after one of the best night’s sleep I’d ever had.
Blinking awake, my room came into view and so did the two hulking men asleep on either side of me. Presley was sprawled on his back, taking up two-thirds of the mattress, while I was wrapped in Dacre’s arms, the two of us huddled together in what little space was left.
Glancing between their sleeping forms, I gently lifted the covers, slipping out of Dacre’s arms and doing my best to climb over him without waking him.
“Don’t even think of sneaking out on us in your own bed,” Dacre muttered with his eyes still closed, a smile playing on his mouth.
His arms wrapped around me where I was half-straddling him in my efforts to climb over him, and he pulled me back down to the bed, rolling on top of me.
I laughed, trying to wriggle free. “I’m not sneaking anywhere. I need a drink, my mouth is like the desert, and I didn’t want to wake you.”
He stilled, pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “I’ll allow it.”
He rolled off me, his arms loosening from around me, and I climbed from the bed, hustling into the bathroom and closing the door. Quickly cleaning my teeth and downing two glasses of water, I strolled back out. I barely made it within two steps of the bed when Dacre reached for me, tugging me down on top of him, his hands landing on my ass and palming it like it was his favorite toy.
“We slept in the same bed the entire night and you didn’t get this handsy,” I said with a smile, pressing my mouth to his.
Now that the tension was gone, it felt so easy between us.
“That’s because I’m a gentleman,” he offered, giving my ass a smack.
“Oh? And this morning you’re not?”
He shook his head, rolling me over so he was on top of me again. “Not a fucking chance. Spending the night with you in my arms has me so fucking hard. I need you to take care of it for me, Bambi.”
He pouted and the sight of it from a six-foot, muscled man baby made me laugh. I glanced at Presley who was still snoring lightly on the other side of the bed. “Does he…?”
“He knows about us, but I didn’t give him any details. Those are just for you and me,” Dacre said, staring down at me like I was precious and important to him. “Sin, too.”
I reached up, threading my fingers in his hair and tugging his mouth down to mine. His tongue instantly invaded my mouth and I moaned against him.
He kissed along my jaw and down to the neck of my t-shirt, where he pulled back long enough to lift the material from my body, exposing my stomach and breasts.
“My new favorite place to be.” He dropped his head, but paused. “Well, it’ll be my second favorite place soon.” He glanced down between my legs and when he looked back up at me, his eyes were filled with heated promise that set my body alight.
Before I could respond, his mouth closed over my nipple, causing me to suck in a sharp breath at the sudden sensation flooding my body. He worked me over, swirling and sucking until I was hot and ready. Then he released my nipple with a wet pop, moving to the other side.
God, everything he did to me made my body sing with desire.
My hips bucked off the bed, desperately searching for the friction of his body, but he kneeled over me, withholding it while he focused his hot mouth on my hardened nipples.
Glancing up at me, he smirked with satisfaction at the state he’d already put me in, kissing his way down my body with his eyes still locked on mine.
He slid my sleep shorts to my knees, kissing between my legs. I squirmed with need.
“Don’t tease me,” I said, breathless.
He hummed a chuckle against my skin, parting me, his tongue delving between my legs. The feel of his tongue running over me stole the breath from my lungs and my back arched as I moaned at the pleasure.
In an embarrassingly short amount of time, Dacre had me teetering on the edge, and me quietly begging him to let me fall over. He upped his pace and my eyes screwed shut, my fingers tightening around the bedsheets. His muttered name fell from my mouth over and over as pleasure ripped through me.
When I was done, Dacre lifted his head, wiping his chin with the back of his hand, an endless grin stretched across his face.
“That was quite a fucking show,” Presley said from beside me, and my gaze snapped to him.
He was lying on his side, head propped with his hand. He stared back at me with a heated, desperate gaze.
“She’s probably in need of some dick now though.” He looked to his brother. “How about I give her that while she takes care of yours?”
Dacre pushed up so he was kneeling over me, brushing his fingers over my swollen clit one last time in a possessive touch and making me gasp. Then he swung from the bed, standing beside it, his hardened cock in his hand. He stroked it lazily, right at my eye line and my thighs clenched.
“Roll over, Sass.”
I did as Presley asked, rolling so I was face down and he was behind me. He gripped my hips, pulling me back towards him so my ass was in the air and I was on all fours on the bed.
Dacre stood in front of me, still stroking his hard cock as he watched Presley position me to take them both.
Presley’s fingers delved into my slick center from behind. “Fuck, Sass, you really fucking want this.”
I nodded, glancing up at Dacre who was staring down at me with his usual reverence. I loved the way he looked at me, like he’d set the world on fire if I asked him to.
The thought of taking both of them at once had my insides turning molten.
Presley palmed my ass. “You’re glistening. Such a fucking good girl.”
He rubbed the tip of his cock along my seam, coating himself in my wetness. Then he lined himself up and thrust inside me, my body jolting towards Dacre.
He was waiting for me, holding my chin in his hand and running the tip of his cock over my bottom lip. “You ready for me, Bambi?”
I nodded up at him, opening wide and taking his thick cock in my mouth.
“Holy shit,” Dacre swore, tipping his head back.
“What’s her mouth like?” Presley asked, doing shallow thrusts inside me.
I wanted more. No, I needed more than this. I was coiled so tight, ready to combust at all the sensations pinging through me.
“Like a fucking vacuum,” Dacre ground out, staring down at me. “I could shoot my load just looking at her taking me down her throat.”
The moan that escaped me was completely involuntary. This whole thing was driving me crazy and we’d barely started.
Presley held my waist and drew me back onto him. “What would your new daddy say if he saw you getting fucked by both your brothers, Dempsey?” His tone was teasing, chastising. Like I’d been a bad girl and he was determined to teach me a lesson.
Dacre smirked above me. “Better yet, what would Mommy say about her good little girl taking two cocks at once?”
Their dirty mouths heightened everything, wetness gushing between my thighs.
“Fuck, she loves it,” Presley said, increasing his pace. He thrust into me, sending me shooting forward so fast Dacre’s cock hit the back of my throat.
“God damn it, Bambi.” Dacre’s fingers tangled in my hair, pulling tight.
My eyes started to water, but there was no way in hell I was going to stop. I was already so close to coming and I knew when I did it would be a full-blown fireworks display inside of me.
They alternated their thrusts, Presley railing me from behind and Dacre jolting his hips into my mouth. We moaned together every time he hit the back of my throat, Presley matching me every time he bottomed out inside me.
I hummed around Dacre and he stroked my cheek. “She’s going to come.”
“That true, Sass?” Presley’s grip on my waist tightened and he thrust inside me harder and faster.
I nodded with my mouth still full, the heightened pace sending my vision white at the edges. I came with a scream, muffled by Dacre’s cock in my mouth, and he came down my throat a moment later. My pussy convulsed around Presley as I came and he groaned in response, his fingers tightening at my waist as he spilled inside me.
Dacre slipped out of my mouth, Presley pulling out from behind and I collapsed on the bed on my front.
Dacre reached out to stroke my hair. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You took us so well, Bambi.”
I nodded, too spent for words. Presley’s warm body landed at my back as he lay down beside me. His lips pressed to the bare skin at the top of my spine.
“You’re fucking dynamite, Sass.”