25. Dax #2
Carefully, they maneuvered my arm out of the sling, then Eagle took a knife and cut up the back of the shirt so I could slip it off without raising my arms. Between the two of them, they laid me out on the couch, making sure I was comfortable and supported by pillows, before they slipped my leggings off.
I hadn’t bothered to put on underwear, thinking it was just another hassle when I needed to pee, now I was even more grateful to have forgone the layer.
“Look at that perfect pussy,” Picasso purred, running his hands down my legs. “No wonder you fell for her so fast, Eagle.”
“I haven’t even gotten to taste it yet, but Cognac assures me it’s addictive.” Eagle grinned.
I shoved myself up on one arm glaring. “You guys share notes about your sexual experiences with me?”
“How else are we supposed to know what you like and don’t like? Play smarter not harder,” Picasso teased as he massaged my inner thigh muscles, moving nearer to the promised land.
“That is hot as fuck and a little creepy.” I chuckled, falling back onto the couch when Eagle wrapped his big hands around my breasts.
Within seconds, I was lost in the feeling of both of them stroking, kissing, licking, and nipping at my skin. Just as Eagle wrapped his lips around my nipple, Picasso ran his tongue from ass to clit. I wanted to rocket off the couch, but they held me steady.
“Easy there, little hellcat, we can’t get in trouble with Dani, or she’ll change the rules. We wouldn’t want that now, would we?”
I groaned as his lips moved against the tip of my nipple, making them harden even more than they already were.
Those bitches could cut glass right now.
Picasso spread me open and let his finger wander around my clit in a slow circular motion.
What is with these men and torturing me? Guess they did take notes...
“Hmm, seems Weston wasn’t holding out on us either,” Picasso said as he slipped one finger inside, petting my G-spot. “Right where he said it would be.”
“Oh fuck,” I blurted, kicking out with my legs as he put in a second finger.
“Sorry, spitfire, that’s not on the menu tonight, but don’t worry we’ll make sure you come. Three times was the goal, right?” Picasso asked.
“He said he only got three out of her, so we should shoot for at least four,” Eagle corrected.
“Oh, thank God, I didn’t die,” I murmured, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as Picasso latched onto my clit and sucked.
With my right arm, I reached out toward Eagle and blindly felt for his pants, needing to give myself something to do.
“What are you after, little hellcat?”
“You wanted a mouth hug, didn’t you?” I smirked, looking up at him from hooded eyes.
Possessive fire blazed in Eagle’s eyes, but he shook his head. “Not tonight. This is about you and making damn sure you know exactly how I feel about you. Once Picasso’s had a chance to make his case, it’s my turn.”
Just as I was about to argue, Picasso dropped the teasing act and got down to business.
His fingers thrusting in and out of me, all the while rubbing along the money spot, as his tongue lapped at my clit.
No longer could I keep a coherent thought in my head, I was now in the clouds, floating outside of my body.
Eagle started his work on my breasts and kissing up along my neck then capturing my lips with his own.
My orgasm came crashing into me and if they hadn’t held me down, I would have done a crunch and latched onto Picasso’s hair.
Once it subsided and I stopped seeing stars, I pulled Picasso up so I could show him just how much I enjoyed what he did.
“Now it’s my turn,” Eagle announced and shoved his brother off me and out of the way.
Eagle pulled me up, so I was sitting on his face with my thighs clamped around his head.
Picasso came to stand in front of me, so I didn’t tumble off the end of the couch onto the floor.
Eagle, true to form, didn’t waste time; he shoved his tongue right up inside, giving his best effort to see how many licks it would take to get to the center of a tootsie pop.
I latched onto Picasso and rested my head on his chest panting like a bitch in heat.
Then Eagle caught me off guard when he slipped a finger in and then pulled it out, heading right for the back door.
He swirled his finger a few times before testing the entrance, which made me cry out in pleasure.
“Holy fucking shit, I’m gonna kill Wes,” I babbled as Eagle now worked both holes.
Eagle chuckled at my response, which vibrated against my clit sending me into another orgasm, but Eagle didn’t stop, instead he picked up the pace as I rocked on his face, chasing after that third cliff to fall off of.
It didn’t take long before I was a quivering mess clinging to Picasso as my body refused to offer any support.
“No more, please I don’t think I could handle another one right now,” I pleaded as Eagle slid out from under me.
“She is still recovering… guess we should take pity on her,” Picasso suggested. “I think some cuddles might be just what the doctor ordered, don’t you?”
Eagle scooped me up, and I lay there boneless and sated. “I think I’ll keep you guys around for a bit longer.”
“Does that mean we’re forgiven?” Picasso ventured.
“I’m not that sex drunk, but you’re working off your debt rather quickly if you keep that shit up.”
“Works for me, little hellcat, I like to make my pussy purr.”
“I think you should stop talking before I add on more time to your sentence,” I mumbled, glaring up at Eagle who just laughed.