She mewed so sweetly.
“I promise I won’t come inside you.”
She nodded eagerly.
I pressed my cock against her clean pussy. So soft and wet. My mouth covered hers in a fevered kiss as I slid my dick inside her, pushing as far as I could. I thought I would lose control inside her heated velvet with nothing sheathing my cock. It was incredible. I’d never been this hard.
“Fuck that’s insane,” Dylan growled.
I rocked into her, lifting her other foot from the shower floor. I was deep inside her. This angle was perfect. I could drive myself inside her. Fuck her with abandon. Shake her to her core. Her tits bobbed, grazing my chest, slick with the bubbles I had drizzled on her.
“Fuck, I want her,” Dylan grunted.
Our moves were seamless. One giant play to the next—just like in practice.
She opened her eyes, twisting a kiss off my lips before Dylan wrapped his hands around her. I passed her over as she sank on his cock. I held her under her arms so he could slide in her pussy from behind. He had a tight grip on her waist, sending her forward into my chest.
She bit her lip. “Oh God.”
I was hard as steel. Fucking concrete. I’d never seen anything like it in my life.
She was wild with ecstasy. Beautiful. And she was ours. Only ours.
The water poured between us. The steam billowed in clouds.
“We have to get out of here,” I groaned. “We need condoms.” We needed more space. More leverage. More ground to cover. My bed was an oversized king. We could fuck all night.
I took her chin in my hand. “I bought you something special today.
A surprise.”
Dylan scooped her up in his arms.
“You did?” She looked so innocent. Her bright blue eyes filled with purity.
“We want you to have everything you want. And after tonight, I think you’ll have it.”
Twenty-Five
Vanessa
It was a road I never thought I’d be on. But I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to see what was around the next corner. What was at the next intersection. Who was going to show me something I’d never seen on this journey? Dylan? Isaac? How many stops were on the way?
I looked in Dylan’s eyes as he carried me to Isaac’s bed. I felt light and delicate in his arms.
“Wait here, while I run to the truck for that surprise.”
He deposited me in the center of a pile of sheets. It was my first chance to take in Isaac’s room. There wasn’t much. I noticed a picture of a group of men with their arms slung over each other dressed in military uniforms. There was another one on the other side of his dresser of him and Dylan in Warriors T-shirts.
The furniture was heavy and dark. There was a big leather chair in the corner, that matched the massive leather tufted headboard.
Isaac walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. The water glistened on his chiseled body. He took my breath away.
He leaned down, sweeping my leg to the side, planting a kiss on my knee before settling his tongue between my folds. I bucked with the sensations. He pushed my knees wide and I arched into him, loving how his tongue felt inside me.
He licked from my clit to my navel, kissing my skin. His eyes drifted up with hazy lust. “I’m so fucking addicted to your body, Vanessa. Do you know that?”
I shook my head. “No.”