25. Dallas
DALLAS
I grabbed the towel off the wall beside me and held it out for Char.
She barreled into me, wrapping her arms around my waist while I wrapped that towel around her naked form.
She nuzzled her wet face against my bare chest. Gauge continued crunching on the open bag of chips we’d found in the pantry as I picked her up and carried her out of the bathroom.
“Where are we going?” she asked as she curled in close.
I tossed her down to the bed as the answer to her question. “Take off the towel.”
She giggled as she slowly peeled it back, revealing those decadent curves.
I licked my lips as I planted my knees onto the edge of the bed.
My hands came next, my shoulders rolling with each stalking stride I took on all fours toward her.
My gaze locked with hers. She backed all the way up until her head fell to the pillows near the headboard.
And as I crawled between her legs, I smelled her wasted arousal.
She deserved to be guzzled like the sweetest drink after a long desert walk.
“Well, that just won’t do,” I murmured as I sank between her legs.
“Dallas, Deac just—oh shit,” she groaned.
I slid my arms beneath her thick thighs and pulled her pussy to my lips.
I didn’t give a flying fuck that Deac just took that swollen little clit of hers.
I wanted it again. With every flick of my tongue, she jumped.
With every motion of my stubble against her wet pussy lips, she whimpered.
My hands slid up the backs of her thighs, bending her knees to her chest so that the whole of her pussy unraveled for me.
And as I nuzzled her gorgeously swollen mound, I slid my tongue into her entrance.
“Dallas, yes!”
I slid my tongue in and out. In and out.
Relishing the way she bucked against my face.
She coated me in her mark and I committed her smell to memory.
Her cream, dripping down my chin as I tongue-fucked her walls.
I felt her shifting and looked up just long enough to watch Deac slip behind her.
He picked up her torso and wiggled his way behind her before settling her back down, and the instant she slid down his body to accommodate him, her pussy pressed against my lips.
Causing me to wrap my mouth around her clit and suck.
“Shit!” she cried out.
“Keep your eyes on Gauge,” I growled.
The crunching of his chips told me he was right behind me.
I watched her half-hooded eyes lock with the man over my head, and I devoured her.
I flicked my tongue like lightning over its tip, watching her quiver as Deac massaged those puckered peaks of hers.
He cupped them, pulling moans and groans from her mouth as her head fell back against his shoulder.
Goddamn it, I was gonna come in my fucking pants if she didn’t stop being so fucking beautiful.
“That’s it, sweet girl,” I growled against her pussy, “let go for me. Let it all go.”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she panted as she rolled her hips against my face.
“That’s a good girl,” Deac murmured in her ear, “why don’t you come like a good little queen for us.”
“Queen?” Gauge asked.
I stopped my ministrations and quirked an eyebrow. “That has a nice ring to it.”
Deac smirked. “I thought so myself.”
Char quickly shoved my head back between her legs. “Please, I’m so close. Goddamn it, why did you stop?”
“You heard the woman,” Gauge said as he reached around my head and placed a chip up to my mouth. “Get on it, Dallas.”
And after plucking the sustenance from his hand, I flattened my tongue across the whole of her pussy and licked one thick strip up from her entrance to her clit.
Which was all it took.
“Fucking hell!” she cried out.
“Eyes. On. Gauge,” Deac commanded as he fisted her hair and forced her gaze up to him.
I attached my lips back to her beautiful pussy and licked her straight through her orgasm. Hearing her chant my name was like a message from the heavens, reminding me that everything was all right. That Char was okay. That somehow in the midst of all the bullshit, we made it out scot-fucking-free.
Because of her.
Because of her belief in us.
Because of her due diligence and her loyalty.
I’d spend the rest of my life showing her my gratitude if she’d let me.
“I give it a solid seven,” Gauge said.
Char let out a breathless giggle as I peered over my shoulder. “Fuck you.”
Gauge chuckled. “Char’s more my type.”
“Jesus fuck,” she said, still trying to catch her breath.
“Good girl,” I murmured as I placed languid kisses along the insides of her thighs.
Watching her jump with every touch of my lips made me want her more.
I had to be patient, though. I knew what was coming.
Now that we were all out of the woods, we could enjoy one another the way we wanted.
The way we wished. The way I knew we had all been thinking about from the time this bullshit kicked the fuck up.
And as I watched Char’s body finally come down from its high, I felt a tap on my shoulder.
“Move,” Gauge said as he set the bag of chips down and dusted off his hands, “it’s my turn.”
“Then hand me those chips,” I groaned as I rolled off the edge of the bed. “I’m starving.”
“You’re starving?” Char asked.
“Trust me,” Gauge said as he plucked Char out of the bed, “you’ll eat your fill after we’re done with you. But we’re not nearly done with you yet. Deac?”
“Yep?”
“Toss me that towel Dallas had her in.”
I watched Deac reach off the bed for it before tossing it in Gauge’s direction. He caught it with Char’s body, bouncing her as she giggled until it covered her body. And when he left the bedroom, I knew exactly where he was taking her.
“Last one there’s a rotten egg,” I said as I scrambled off the bed.
Leaving Deac in my dust as we all made our way up to the top floor.