12. Kane #3
She’s trembling, hips lifting, gasping.
Which is exactly how I hope we keep her for the next hour or two.
“Can Dash eat your sweet pussy?” I ask her.
If Benjamin’s going to be busy kissing her and Dash is going to have his mouth full of hot, wet pussy, I guess I’m in charge of the dirty talk.
She whimpers.
“I’m going to take that as a yes,” I tell her, tugging on her nipple.
She lifts her hips, and Dash takes the hint, running his hand over her mound and then sliding his middle finger up through her center.
She makes an amazing noise, and apparently Benjamin wants to hear more of it because he finally lifts his head.
“Oh my God,” she cries.
Dash is just getting started. He looks up at her as he runs his finger through her wetness again, lifting it to his mouth and sucking.
“Lucky bastard,” I say.
He meets my gaze and then gives me a smug little grin.
I love seeing that grin on my friend's face.
“Sweeter than anything you’ve tasted before, right?” Benjamin asks.
“Fucking right,” Dash says.
“More,” Abby begs.
Yeah, I like that from her too.
“This is all going so well,” I tell them. “I knew the three of you would be amazing together.”
Benjamin pets Abby's hair. “You’re fucking perfect, Abby girl,” he tells her. “Letting us pleasure you. Letting us make this gorgeous body ours.”
She mumbles something that none of us can understand.
Dash strokes her again and then eases a finger into her.
“Tight,” he grunts.
“You’ve got massive fingers,” I tell him.
He doesn’t disagree, but he shifts slightly and pulls his finger back. “Wanna see?”
Do I want to see? Is hockey the best fucking sport ever invented?
I slide my hand down our girl's body, my eyes on her face as I slide my own finger into her.
“Damn, he's serious.”
Abby's hand comes up to cover her face. “Your fingers are big too,” she pants.
I move my finger in and out. She’s hot, wet, and so tight my cock is aching.
“Too big for you, Lollipop?”
She shakes her head. “No. It feels good.”
“Need more,” Dash says shortly before lowering his head and licking his tongue over her clit.
With my finger right there.
I barely shift my hand out of the way for it to avoid having him lick my hand too. But I keep my finger in place.
He licks as I slide my finger in and out, and damn, that works very nicely.
Abby cries out as Benjamin tugs on a nipple.
She lifts her hips closer to Dash's mouth, and he goes from licking to sucking on her clit. I feel the result in the tightening around my finger.
“She likes that, buddy,” I tell Dash. “Give her more. Harder.”
Abby whimpers and I withdraw my finger, then add a second, stretching her as Dash sucks harder.
“Oh God,” she cries.
Benjamin covers her mouth with his, kissing her deeply, still toying with her nipples.
And a moment later, she comes apart.
Just like that.
I feel the heat and wetness coat my fingers and Dash grunts softly as she reaches down and pulls on his hair.
When Benjamins lift his head, she’s practically sobbing. “Oh God, oh God, oh God.”
I slowly withdraw my fingers, and we all just stop, giving her a moment.
She’s breathing hard, her hand is covering her face again.
After a moment, Ben shifts around, nudging us out of the way.
He scoops his hands under her, lifting her off the island.
He strides over to the table and takes a seat, cradling her in his arms. She cuddles in close, curling against his chest, and he pets her hair, kissing the top of her head and saying something soft that I can’t quite hear.
I simply lift my sticky fingers to my mouth and suck them clean.
I look at Dash.
He arches a brow, then slowly, his mouth stretches into a grin.
“Good start,” he says.
I chuckle. “Very good start.”
I have never had this painful of a hard-on in my life. And even knowing that I’m going to have to take care of it with my hand, I don’t think I have ever had a better sexual experience in my life.
I look from Dash over to Benjamin and Abby. She is smiling up at him at whatever he just said, and my heart expands in my chest.
Yet.
I haven’t had a better sexual experience in my life yet.
“So I definitely want hot fudge on my sundae. How about you, Abby?”
She looks over at me as if surprised that ice cream is what is on my mind.
“Let me clean you up first,” Dash says. “How about a bubble bath?”
He strides across the kitchen and stops in front of Benjamin and Abby. She nods.
Benjamin seems to completely understand and surrenders her as Dash leans over to pick her up.
He heads out of the kitchen, clearly taking her upstairs to her bedroom.
Dash is the thoughtful caretaker, so if he thinks she needs a bubble bath and probably a little alone time, then that’s what she needs.
But my heart flips over when I hear Abby call back to us, “I like strawberry sauce on my ice cream. Do you have that?”
I meet Benjamin’s gaze, and he chuckles. “Me too,” he said softly.
Yeah, I think I just changed my favorite ice cream topping too.
“We definitely have that,” I call back.
I think I’m going to be in the mood for strawberries every day for the rest of my life.