Page 37 of Two Canes, One Cup
“Let her take your clothes off,” Dean says quietly, his grip puckering the arms of his seat.
I know that inflection.
He always sounds like that before making my universe light on fire.
“You heard him,” I say quietly, fighting a smile.
Rising to my knees, I push the fabric from Reece’s broad shoulders, then reach down to loosen his belt.
The bulge behind his zipper presses like a raging animal, begging to be released.
When I undo his button, his thick cock bounces free.
Dean’s sharp inhale makes me smile.
“He’s never seen you naked before?” I look up at Reece as I wrap my hand around the purple tip.
Reece shakes his head, his jaw clenching when I rub my thumb over his leaking slit.
“Dean, doesn’t Reece have a pretty dick?” I turn to find Dean’s intense stare.
Then I bend over far enough to lick the end, all while my gaze never wavers from Dean’s.
His only reaction is the tiny flare of his nostrils.
“Suck on it.” Dean’s voice is low, commanding.
Thinly veiled chaos hides behind his eyes.
Reece’s hot hand tangles in my damp hair when I take him into my mouth.
He’s so big, it doesn’t take much to make me start to choke.
“More.” Dean leans over his knees. “Reece, spank her slutty ass for making me want to fuck it.”
The first snap is a shockwave, rocketing me forward to stuff his girthy cock into my throat.
I hear the zipper, but don’t look.
My mouth is full.
“Like this,” Dean grits, his voice closer.
Then the sharp bite of his belt cracks across my upper thighs. Hard enough to make me jump, but not enough to sting.
Reece lets out a groan that vibrates through me.
A whisper of fabric flutters to the floor next to me as Dean’s shirt falls into a pile.
“This is what she wants,” he hisses from behind me, his hot palms gripping my waist. “Our girl wants to be spit roasted for Christmas.”
But his hand is gentle, working down my thighs.
“Fuck her into me,” Reece whispers as his touch smooths down my back. “Hard enough I can feel it.”
When Dean fills me, it lurches me into Reece, jamming him deeper.
Tears press from my eyes as I struggle to breathe around him.
