He milked each drop out, letting it fall to her cheeks, her nose, her chin. He avoided her lips and her eyes, but when a bit dripped down to her chest, he groaned.
As soon as he’d finished, Dean pulled from her. He moved fast, pulled the condom off and shifting around to stand where Bradley had been. The reason was clear when he stroked himself over her, letting his cum spill onto her breasts and throat.
She collapsed forward, so a little bit even finished onto her shoulder.
And Bradley couldn’t believe just how deep that sight got to him.
He didn’t think he could ever let her go again…
Kat gasped and shuddered, her body a mess of conflicting emotions. The warmth from their cum sat on her skin, but she hadn’t gotten off. It meant her body still hummed with want.
But…that was part of what she loved. She liked pushing Doms, liked when they snapped, when they did as they wanted. She even loved the frustration inside her, the desire for more, the denial.
A hand on her arm pulled her to her feet, and she opened her eyes expecting to find Dean or Bradley there.
Instead, it was Olin. Before she could say anything, he took her lips in an aggressive kiss. It melted her, made her whine with impotent desire. It was as if he’d been holding back this whole time, and the passion there shocked her.
Despite thinking Olindidwant her, he’d always been closed off, always careful.
It was why it shocked her when he moved her backward, when he set her onto the table. She hadn’t realized he was naked, but when he pressed his cock, condom already on, into her, it made it clear.
Olin wasn’t as long as Dean, but he was thicker. She savored the burn as her body adjusted, but Olin didn’t give her any time. He leaned over her, then took her hands and pinned the to the table above her head. The wood of the table chilled her back, perfect against her heated skin.
“I was supposed to resist you,” Olin muttered between the kisses he stole. “But it seems my control is far from perfect.”
She’d expected him to be sweet and careful, but Olin didn’t treat her that way. He didn’t act as if she needed it, and perhaps that pleased her the most. Instead, Olin took her with hard, deep thrusts, filling her entirely before pulling back until he almost left her, then plunging in again. The rhythm was quick, and Kat wrapped her legs around him to keep from sliding away. She twisted her hands, that instinctual need to struggle from a restraint, but Olin couldn’t be moved.
It was one of those times when she was reminded that despite his calm and easy going exterior, he was a cop, he was strong and he was a Dom. Being reminded of those things excited her.
He bit down on her bottom lip, the sting going right through her as if he’d touched her clit directly. The stickiness of Dean’s and Bradley’s cum rubbed between them, but Olin didn’t seem to care a bit. Hell, given it had been on her face, she had trouble believing he hadn’t tasted some as he’d kissed her.
It meant Olin was kinkier than she’d realized, and didn’t that thrill her? He pinned her wrists with one hand, his other grasping her thigh as he had his way with her. The feelings Dean and Bradley had started inside her grew from her surprise, from finally feeling Olin, finally having him give in.
He broke the kiss, then licked her cheek. “You look good covered in cum, Kat. I never had a chance, did I? You’ve been wanting this, wanting me, so I expect you to come hard on my cock. Do you understand me?”
Kat nodded, but he pinched her thigh, making her gasp out the verbal response he probably wanted. “Yes, Sir.”
He groaned and licked clean another spot on her cheek. “Good girl. I’ve been wanting this so badly, I won’t last long, so you’d better hurry up. If I come before you, you’ll lose out on the orgasm Iknowyou want.”
That added a delicious pressure to her, and actually pushed her toward the release she was desperate for. Each place Olin touched her drove her mad—the grip of his hand on her wrist, the way he held her thigh, his strong body stretched out over her.
Kat came with a cry that Olin swallowed as he kissed her. He groaned against her lips, and the jerk of his cock made Kat twist beneath him, the sensation too much on her exhausted body. It took a long moment when he rocked his hips forward in tiny motions before he withdrew, releasing her hip to grasp his condom.
Kat let her thighs lie open, too tired to even think about covering up, to give a damn about modesty. This had beeneverythingshe’d wanted. She was content, ready to curl up with the men and close her eyes.
Except, it seemed she was the only one who felt that way.
When something touched her sensitive pussy, she gasped and tried to snap her thighs shut. In front of her stood Dean, his lips pulled into a smirk as he stroked along her slit. “Oh, you think you’re done? You wanted to play this game with us, so we’re playing.” His smile sent shivers through her body. “And we’re going to play just as long as we want.”
The promise sank into Kat, and she doubted Dean had any idea just how much it meant to her, how tempting it was. For a girl who was used to people leaving her, Dean’s words made her pretend that he meant it, that they’d stay finally, that she wouldn’t be alone anymore.
She knew it wasn’t true, but right then? She let herself pretend.