Page 49 of Wild Obsession
Chapter Nineteen
Dylan
I lickedup the side of Sean’s neck and bit his ear, my voice rough against it.“Give me what you want.”
My hand fell away from the back of his head.He dropped to his knees in front of me without a word, his fingers shaking as they worked at my belt.Clumsy and fumbling.Nothing like the cocky bastard who’d walked through the door ten minutes ago.
Chantel stood just a few feet away, watching.She hadn’t moved since I’d ordered Sean to come to me, and the sharp heat of her gaze on us was almost as charged as Sean’s hands on my belt.
He finally got my pants open and pulled me out, letting my hard cock bob heavy between us.
Two sets of hungry yet adoring eyes locked on me, like I was the show they’d come to see.I was fully exposed and I’d never felt more at ease with something so fucking illicit.
Sean’s tongue snaked out to taste me, rough and impatient.But it was Chantel’s breath that caught, not mine.
Her mouth hung open, her hands clutching the tops of her thighs, and suddenly all I wanted in the world was her hands on me.
“Chantel.Get over here.”
She crossed the room fast, her heels muffled on the carpet, and I caught her around the waist and pulled her into my side.I kissed her hard just as Sean wrapped his lips around my cock.
The moan that ripped out of me was loud and uninhibited, and once I started, I couldn’t fucking stop.Years of self-denial exploded in my chest, unleashing sounds I couldn’t have held back if I’d tried.
And why the hell would I?
Every noise I made, one of them echoed back.
It didn’t take long to bring me to the brink, and that was a problem.I didn’t want this to be over before it had barely started.And I’d promised myself I’d be buried deep in Chantel when I came.
“Stop.”I yanked Sean by the hair, forcing him off me, which was a hell of a lot harder than it should’ve been.
He pulled back, lips wet, eyes blown wide.I had to look away from him or I’d lose it.
I moved to the bed, shed the rest of my clothes, and sat on the edge of the mattress to take them both in.
They stood where I’d left them.Both of them waiting.Both of them watching.Two headstrong people with the kind of personalities that didn’t let anything or anyone get in their way.
And right now, they were holding still for me.It was the most power I’d ever held.The most fucking thrilling thing I’d ever done.
“You’re both wearing too many clothes.Take them off.”
They started reaching for their own, and I cut them off with a smirk.“No.Take them off each other.”
Sean’s overconfident grin came roaring back.Chantel didn’t hesitate either.
She went for his shirt first, then his pants.But when she reached for the waistband of his boxer-briefs, he caught her wrist and spun her around so her back met his chest, both of them facing me.
His big hands settled on her waist, mapping her curves.He caught the hem of her shirt and lifted it slowly over her head, her dark hair cascading back down like a veil.Then he captured her raised arms and held them around his neck, keeping her stretched and on display.
Sean knew exactly what he was doing.
His fingers dragged down her sides, across her ribs, up between her breasts, and back down over the flat plane of her stomach.His hands disappeared behind her, and the rasp of a zipper sounded before her skirt dropped to the floor.
Her hips became the new fascination for his touch as his hands roved side to side.Front to back.Until his long fingers were toying at the apex of her thighs.
He was showcasing her for me.Offering her up like a gift, every movement designed to drive me out of my fucking mind.
And it was working.
