Epilogue
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Carissa
They didn’t tell me what they intended. They just moved as one, leading me into the bedroom like three hockey players guiding a puck across the ice.
The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across our bedroom, cutting over the hard lines of Gage’s jaw as he pushed me down to the bed and held me steady beneath him. His grip anchored me just firm enough to let my body move where it wanted.
My lids drooped as his mouth traced my neck, each kiss landing with purpose.
When his lips reached my collarbone and continued down, my breath stuttered, anticipation tightening low in my belly.
I arched when his mouth closed around a nipple, the pull sharp enough to make my hips lift on instinct, a quiet sound slipping free before I could stop it.
His tongue flicked the already hardened bud, and heat rolled through me in a wave that made my fingers curl against the sheets.
I opened my eyes to him watching me, hair fallen into his eyes, mouth busy with one breast while his fingers worked the other.
He knelt above me, careful not to sink his weight down, giving me space to react, to move.
His cock stood flushed and leaking between his thighs, and the sight of it sent another shiver through me that had nothing to do with the cool air against my skin.
When his gaze locked with mine, something inside me loosened, eager and open.
“You have the best ideas,” he said against my skin, the words broken by his mouth returning to me. He circled his tongue around my left nipple again, fingers tightening on the other just enough to make my back bow.
I dragged in a breath that shook on the way out, my body already chasing what he was giving me. “Thanks for stating the obvious.”
His mouth curved into a smile I felt more than saw. “I can’t get enough of you, Carissa. Never enough.”
The way he said it settled deep, and I arched into his touch, hips lifting in answer.
“Good,” I said, voice rough. “Because I never want you to.”
He shifted then, attention moving lower, and I followed every inch of him with my eyes.
His hands skimmed down my stomach, familiar and sure, tracing me in a way that made my thighs tense in anticipation.
When his palms closed around my legs and guided them apart, the exposure sent a hot pulse straight through me.
He looked up to make sure I was watching, waiting until my breath caught before leaning in.
Keeping his eyes on mine, he dragged his tongue from just below my entrance, through my folds, and up over my clit in a slow, deliberate stroke that tore a gasp from my chest and had my hands fisting the sheets, already asking him not to stop.
My eyes fluttered closed at the delicious drag of his tongue, the way he dipped inside me before circling back to suck my clit into his mouth. Just the way I liked it.
He was always unhurried, deliberate, but devastatingly effective. I could feel every pulse of pleasure rolling through me, blood rushing downward in a heated flood, moisture pooling between my folds. My body was awake in a way that made every nerve sing, every gasp feel too small for what I wanted.
“Tastes as good as she looks,” I heard from across the room just as Gage slid a finger inside me, lips and tongue still circling, teasing my clit. Dawson continued, his voice low, measured. “Talk about delivering on a promise.”
My eyes snapped open to see him moving toward the bed, predatory and deliberate, taking in my naked form with an intensity that made my skin prickle.
Gage didn’t pause. He added a second finger, fingers curling just so, and slightly increased the speed of his tongue.
I looked down at him and met his eyes at the exact moment he glanced up at me, that wicked smile curling his lips as he pressed his ministrations harder, drawing shivers through me.
“Eyes on me for now,” Dawson said, his voice a steady anchor. He was at my side, one hand stroking his own hard cock slowly, but deliberately, his gaze drinking me in. He always liked to watch first, and I loved the way it set my body on fire, the way it made every nerve taut and responsive.
He circled us slowly, brushing a strand of hair from my eyes and tucking it behind my ear with the lightest touch.
Nothing in the room blocked his view. No headboard, no footboard, just me laid out, exposed, trembling, while he circled savoring every detail.
He stopped at the head of the bed and leaned down, bracing himself on one hand, planting searing, open-mouthed kisses along my throat.
His teeth dragged lightly along my pulse, and I moaned, almost too loud, my body arching toward him on instinct.
Just as the tension behind my clit threatened to shatter me, both Dawson and Gage slowed, then stopped their maddening movements.
“Not yet,” Gage murmured between slow licks of my pussy. “We’re just getting started, babe.”
I groaned, rolling my hips, desperate for more of him, needing the wet heat of his mouth. That familiar smirk lit his face again, teasing, but he didn’t move.
“Looks like somebody’s extra needy tonight,” Dawson said, nodding toward him, voice low, teasing.
Gage’s practiced tongue returned, and I let my head fall back the second he made contact.
Every nerve ignited. Dawson brushed my cheek with a finger, then slid his hand to the back of my neck, lifting and settling a pillow beneath me.
Support. Care. And I melted into it, heart hammering, body slick and arched.
When I looked up, he was right there. Hard, pale, flushed pink at the tip, a bead of precum glistening along the side. My mouth watered before I even realized I was parting my lips. The mattress dipped beneath me as Gage adjusted, and I tilted into him, my desire already consuming me.
“You look so ready for us,” Dawson murmured, dragging the head of his cock along my lips, smearing precum across them. My tongue darted out on instinct, chasing the salty tang that was unmistakably him, and my stomach clenched, every inch of me trembling with need.
And all the while, Gage never stopped. He dragged himself through my folds, collecting my slick along his shaft, circling me without entering, and I shivered at the friction, every nerve ending on fire.
“She’s ready alright,” Dawson murmured from beside me.
Breathless, I gave them a single word, my body trembling around them. “Yes.”
Almost simultaneously, both cocks sank into me, and I was immediately flooded. Dawson’s taste on my tongue, Gage stretching me from below. I moaned around Dawson, my pussy clenching reflexively around Gage, and both men groaned in response.
Gage thrust slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed, his thighs brushing against mine, hair tickling me as every inch of him filled me.
At the same time, Dawson pushed deeper into my mouth, each time a little further, until he too was completely inside.
They moved with perfect synchronization, and I whimpered, caught in the delicious chaos of their hands and mouths.
I grasped at anything to anchor myself… Dawson’s forearm, Gage’s wrist, the tangled sheets. Saliva coated Dawson as I swirled my tongue over his tip, my eyes watering from the intensity. He bucked his hips, and I flexed my throat, adjusting to take him deeper, letting the heat roll through me.
“Think you can handle some more?” Dawson rasped, glancing at Gage. “You’re taking us so well. I know you’re ready.”
I muffled my affirmations around him, my voice shaky but eager. More was all I wanted when it was them.
“You take me so well, Carissa,” Dawson growled, low and rough. “You’re making this too easy. Ready for just a little extra?”
I felt something rigid, slick, and deliberate pressing at the tight ring of muscle of my ass. I couldn’t see it, but I knew Gage’s finger was teasing me there. I bucked instinctively into his hand, desperate for more, and he chuckled his approval.
“Eager, my love?” he murmured. “Don’t worry, you’re going to get everything you want.”
He paused the teasing and slid fully inside me, lifting my legs to rest on his broad shoulders.
The new angle had me moaning instantly, waves of sensation radiating from Dawson below as he continued to drive into my mouth.
Gage dragged his hands along my side with deliberate pressure, lust warming my skin, while his other hand trailed down my thigh, fingers circling my clit with a slow, teasing rhythm.
Every touch, every press, sent shivers across me. My hips rolled of their own accord, desperate for more friction, more fullness, more of the heat only these two could pull from me.
“Are you all right, Carissa?” Gage murmured, his voice low and warm. “Can I give you more?”
Dawson pulled back from my mouth, giving me space to answer. I swallowed hard, my chest rising and falling in desperate anticipation, letting them wait just long enough to make it deliciously agonizing before I shot Gage a wicked grin. “Give me everything.”
They both responded with those smiles I loved, full of hunger and promise.
Dawson wasted no time, sliding back into my mouth, and I hummed instinctively at the hitch in his breath, the sound spurring something wild in me. “So spoiled,” he murmured, and I pressed my lips harder against him, tasting and teasing him as best I could.
At the same moment, Gage shifted inside me, sliding into the tight heat of my ass, and the sensation stole a sharp moan from my throat.
He set a rhythm—thrusting, pulling, sliding—so that I felt him in just the right ways, his cock driving into me while the pressure inside kept me raw and trembling.
I bucked instinctively, desperate to feel him fill me, to ride the friction he gave me.