Page 60 of Ice Me Baby

I begin backing up. “What are you two up to? The game starts in a few hours. You need to get ready. Coach will want to meet you guys in ten minutes.”

Oli hums. “You hear that, Dean? Ten minutes. Think that’s long enough to make her scream?”

“Wait, what?” I screech.

Dean darkly grins. “Oh, I can make her scream. The question is, can you make sure she’s quiet enough that we don’t get caught?”

Oli smirks. “A challenge has been made. Challenge accepted.”

I stare wide-eyed as Dean kneels in front of me. “Then let the game begin. Are you ready for us, Lizzy?”

Chapter Twenty-Four

“What are you two doing?!”

Mac cups my cheek, looking into my eyes. His almond-colored eyes stare intensely into mine as he smiles. “You can fight this all you want, but it’s our turn to take care of you.”

“What… what do you mean?” My voice sounds more breathless than I mean for it to be.

My eyes shift to Dean as he says, “We are going to take such good care of you, Lizzy.” His face is so close that I can feel his breath through the material of my pants. My eyes widen when the heat of each breath pulses across my center.

Before I can say anything, Mac’s lips are pressed to mine. I moan as his lips caress mine softly. Lifting my hands up, I thread my fingers through his thick chestnut hair. I feel Dean’s fingers softly caress the edge of my waistband, then slowly tug them down. I should protest, but I’m too engulfed in the kiss.

This is… this is a bad idea. We could get caught.Any other thoughts are dismissed when I feel Dean slip my panties downmy thighs and stop at my knees. His hot breath brushes over my core, and I whimper.

“She’s so needy, Oli. We should take care of her,” Dean says with a laugh.

Mac pulls away and looks down at me through hooded eyes. “Will you let us take care of you?”

“We shouldn’t. What if we get caught?”

Dean growls from his spot below me, and I can feel the vibrations against my core. “Don’t worry about getting caught. Do you want this?”

A whimper slips through my lips. “Yes.”

Mac gives me a heated grin. “Good girl. So proud of you for telling us what you need.”

My fingers tighten in his hair as I moan from the praise. Dean shifts forward as my back hits the wall.When did I move across the room?He spreads my legs wide and presses his face to my core. The first brush of his tongue against my slit has my legs trembling. He hums as his hands brace under my thighs, lifting me up.

I wrap my legs around Dean’s shoulders as Mac presses forward, bracing his hands against the wall under my armpits. His lips capture mine, swallowing my moans as Dean devours my cunt.

Each thrust of his tongue warms my core a little more, and I can’t stop my hips from writhing against his face, trying to get him deeper. My fingers are gripping Mac’s hair tight while my tongue spears between his lips. He growls into my mouth as his hand briefly caresses my cheek before threading into my hair.

I whimper, needing more from Dean. I need more. I am so close. Mac pulls away panting. “Fuck his face, baby. Take what you need. Such a good girl.”

Dean growls again as he slips a single finger into my needy cunt while he moves his mouth to my clit. He sucks that littlebundle of nerves hard, pumping his finger slowly through my wetness.

Whining, I try to get him to move faster, but he only chuckles and continues his slow pace. “Please… please I need more,” I beg. The burn in my lower abdomen is becoming too much. My eyes burn as my need grows.

Mac stares down at me with soft eyes. “So fucking beautiful. You are so fucking stunning with your eyes glazed with pleasure and need. I bet your cunt is so tight around Dean’s finger. Tell him what you want.”

The tears slip down my cheeks as I whimper. “More.”

“Use your words. Tell us what you want more of, baby,” Mac says softly.

“Him. I want more of him.” I pant and point to Dean.

He hums against my clit as he inserts another finger. I moan at the feeling of fullness, but it's not enough. “More,” I say needily.

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