But, her eyes blaze with fire as he brings his fingers to my mouth and demands I “taste.” I move in close, met him halfway. He smirks as he holds them up to my lips, inviting me to taste her.
I flick my tongue against his slick digits, savoring the tangy-sweetness of Addy's arousal that coats Dre’s strong hands. The flavor is a jolt through my system, this forbidden nectar setting my blood on fire. As I wrap my lips around his long fingers, a punch of raw need hits me in the gut.
"So fucking sexy," Dre growls lowly, voice hushed like a dark secret shared between lovers in the dead of night. His heated gaze is locked onto me even as he plunges his fingers back into Addy's wet heat, drawing out a strangled cry from her that echoed off the walls.
I can't speak; I'm utterly transfixed by the sensation of Dre's knuckles brushing against me, against the strained fabric of my boxers, as he plunges his fingers into her over and over.
"Snowflake," Dre murmurs, and I'm lost in the gravelly tone of possession in his voice. “Do you want us to share you, dirty girl?”
She nods, biting her lip, a flush spreading across her cheeks, and my entire body tightens in anticipation. Dre's fingers are relentless, and the slick sound of his movements is the sweetest torment.
A flush creeps across her cheeks as she bites her lip and nods, eyes filled to the brim with anticipation. The sight alone is enough to set my entire body aflame with want.
"Or would you rather watch me devour him?" Dre continues, his breath hot against the shell of Addy's ear. His words are like sparks on dry tinder, and I'm so close to ignition I can barely think straight.
"Please," I rasp out, my restraint fraying at the edges. "Dre..."
My breathing is ragged and uneven, heart pounding painfully loud in my ears. I can't find the strength to break away from those sinful eyes.
Addy's hands clench on my skin, her nails digging in slightly. I'm wound so tight, every nerve ending screaming for release, but I'm caught, deliciously trapped between their need and mine.
"God, I love how hard you are, Chess," Dre says, and his hand leaves her only to press against the bulge in my boxers. The pressure is both agony and ecstasy. "Just from watching, just from feeling a little bit of what I'm giving her."
"Fuck," I curse, the word ripped from my depths. It's all I can manage, because Dre is right—I'm so hard it hurts, and if he touches me, really touches me, I'll shatter.
I can barely catch my breath, the heat and desire in the room swirling around us like a tangible force. Dre's fingers leave Addy with an audibly wet sound that makes my own arousal spike even higher.
"Get up," Dre commands, his voice laced with that dark edge of authority that always sends shivers down my spine. He doesn't need to say it twice. “Sit on my face.”
Addy moves, her body slick with sweat and desire as she climbs onto Dre's waiting mouth. The sight is intoxicating, but I don't have long to admire it because Dre's grabbing me, pulling me into him.
"Your turn, Chess. Show me what that mouth can do," he growls, and I can't help the moan that escapes me. I yank his boxers off in one swift tug. Every nerve ending ignites as I lean down and take him in my mouth, tasting the muskiness that is so uniquely Dre. His fingers tangle in my hair, guiding me, rough and demanding, until he’s so deep I’m gagging on his length.. I love it—the way he takes control, the way he knows exactly how he wants it. I feel filthy, desperate, and completely at his mercy.
"Fuck, just like that," His praise came out strained, muffled by Addy's dripping sex where he wasted no time feasting voraciously between her spread thighs. It only spurs me on, taking him deeper, reveling in the pleasure of being used by him, for him.
Dre's fingers dig into Addy's thigh, leaving angry red marks. His other hand grips the back of my head tight as he plants his feet on the bed and completely takes over. He thrusts his hips forward, forcing himself deeper into my mouth. He’s relentless, cutting off my air supply until I can feel tears streaming down my cheeks.
Addy's breathing is erratic above us, her soft whimpers and gasps filling the room. I can tell she's close, her movements becoming more frantic, grinding down on Dre's face. And then she comes with a high-pitched cry, her body quaking with the intensity of her climax.
In an instant, Dre's hands are on me, pulling me away. "Enough," he says, and there's no room for argument in that single word. He flips Addy over, gentle yet firm, positioning her on top of me. Her green eyes are glazed with lust as she straddles my face, and I dive in without hesitation, eager to taste her sweetness, to bring her to another peak.
"Wait for it, Chess," Dre instructs, his voice thick with arousal as he reaches for a condom from the nightstand drawer. My gaze flicks to him, watching him roll it on, his actions practiced and precise. Even in this, he's in charge, orchestrating every move we make, every breath we take.
"Tell me, Snowflake," Dre murmurs, leaning toward Addy, his tone dripping with dirty promises. "Do you like having Chess's tongue on you while you're about to feel me inside again?"
"Y-yes," she stammers, her hips rocking against me in response to his words. The combined scent and taste of her arousal, mixed with the visual of Dre preparing himself, is maddening. I'm desperate for more, to be consumed by them both in this wild dance of pleasure and power.
I'm lost in the taste of Addy, my lips and tongue worshiping her as she writhes above me. Dre's shadow looms over us, the sight of him rolling on a condom etched into my fevered brain. I barely register the click of the nightstand drawer closing before his voice cuts through the haze of desire.
"Fuck, I want to taste every inch of you. I'm going to make you scream my name, Snowflake." His words are a dark promise delivered with a growl, and then he's plunging into her. Addy's moan vibrates against my mouth, a desperate sound that sends electricity skittering down my spine.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," Dre pants, his voice rough and harsh with lust. The bed shifts under his weight, the rhythm of his body driving into hers a carnal beat that pulses through the room.
I can't help but delve lower, seeking out the place where they connect. My tongue brushes against him, tasting the tang of latex mixed with something darker, something undeniably Dre. It's intoxicating, this closeness, the raw intimacy of sharing her, sharing him.
"Chess," Dre barks, and I lift my gaze to lock with his icy blue eyes. They're filled with fire, commanding and unyielding. "Make yourself come. I want to feel you paint my back while I finish with her.”
The order sends a jolt straight to my groin, and my hand instinctively wraps around my cock. I stroke myself in time with their thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin like a depraved symphony in my ears.