“Completely,” I assure her, glancing at Dillon. He shoots me a look, connecting with me at that primal, twin level. I can read his mind like I’m reading a book. A book with a lot of pictures.
“Then you get a temporary partner in crime, boys,” she purrs, her voice suddenly turning sultry. She slides her beautiful ass forward on the leather seat, letting her knees fall open slightly. I get a whiff of cologne and wonder if she is one of those women who perfumes her panties. “But I’m in control,” she says. Her voice trembles. We’ll see about that.
I glance at Dillon again, sensing his needs. He smells the intoxicating scent of her perfume too. I decide he can have her, and she's going to let me watch.
“I'm going to let Dillon eat your pussy,” I tell her, rising to stand next to her. She stares up at me, startled, her mouth open in alarm.
“What?” she chokes.
Just there, now, staring up at me, my cock throbs in my pants, and she notices it too. It’s right at her eye level, impossible to hide. Her eyes dart to the front of my trousers, which bulge urgently in her direction.
“Pull up your dress,” I tell her.
She shakes her head, pressing her lips together tightly. Her eyes search mine as she breathes deeply, her fingers lightly and quickly tapping out an urgent morse code on the arms of the chair.
“We have a deal, Cinderella,” I remind her. “This is your fairytale. Live a little, why don't you?”
And almost on cue, she changes in front of my eyes. Her shoulders relax, her arms straighten. She slides further down the seat while her eyes remain locked on mine the whole time, like she’s daring me to look away. She’s strong Bella again. Whatever was stopping her, is no longer important. She is in control.
It's such a startling change, I'm nearly overwhelmed with desire for her. I feel my cock releasing the first spurt of pre-cum, probably staining the front of my trousers right now.
“Yes, Bella,” Dillon murmurs. I force myself to watch him, to focus on his fingers pushing her skirt up over her hips. Her pale blue panties shine in the dim light of the room, dark and damp at the top of her thighs.
They slide down her legs silently, revealing a neat, trimmed triangular patch of downy pubic hair, as soft as a spring rabbit’s pelt. From this angle, I can just barely see the fuchsia glistening of her lips. The perfume gets stronger, richer. My mouth waters.
Dillon hooks his thumb under one knee and drapes it over his shoulder, smiling in anticipation as he edges ever closer to her. Her belly trembles as her breath accelerates.
She moans and shudders when his tongue first flicks against her sweet, glistening seam. The sound is squeezed off the end, and I can tell she is still holding back.
“It's good, isn't it, Bella?” I murmur, holding her hair against my palm. If she would just turn her head a bit this way…
“Oh,” she moans again as he plunges deeper, burying his lips against hers, half closing his eyes in pleasure. I'm hungry, so hungry.
She gazes up at me, her lips open, cheeks flushed, her breath urgent and rough. Her hand drifts up, grazing the front of my trousers, brushing the length of my hard-on.
“Show me,” she moans, flexing her leg to draw Dillon even closer. I watch her hips begin to swivel as she grinds against his eager mouth.
I drop my trousers, letting my cock spring forward, just millimeters from her beautiful face. She eyes it hungrily, drinking in the details, sliding her gaze up and down the shaft so avidly I can practically feel it. Then she opens her mouth, letting her tongue slide over her bottom lip. Her teeth flicker over her lip and she looks up at me.
“Let me taste you,” she moans, her voice thick with longing. It’s true, she wants it. Nobody acts that convincingly.
I accept her invitation, guiding myself against her kitten soft tongue, watching the pre-come swirl to the back of her mouth. Her eyes seem to roll up in her head as she closes her lips around me, moaning and sighing. Her fingers grip the back of my hip and she draws me closer, closer.
In moments I'm thrusting, I can't help it. She's so willing, so undone before us, so a part of us. I can't stop myself... I have to feel more of her. I have to feel her warmth enveloping me as I’m slipping against her tongue, choking the moan from her willing throat.
When I come, she comes, and Dillon cries out as well, bringing us all together. We explode like a firework, a bright machine of passion. It's like we were made for this, it’s so easy. It’s meant to be.
I slump over her, panting, wrung out. Her breath washes over me in waves as she whimpers and shudders, riding the last waves of her climax. The music washes over us, as we slowly regain control of ourselves.
We lay there for a long time, slumped where we fell until our muscles start to cramp.
“That was wonderful,” I groan, gathering myself back together.
She opens her eyes, slowly waking back up from her dreamy state.
“It was, actually,” she admits.
“You seem surprised,” Dillon smiles.