Page 17 of Eternally Devoted

Taking a place in front of Sterling, I tell him what I want. “Take off my panties, Sterl,” I plead, clinging to the last syllable of his name for as long as possible. I never want to let him go, and after tonight, I hope he feels the same. I hope theybothdo.

He curls his fingers around the waist of my panties, heat raking across my flesh, awareness prickling through my veins, lighting my body up at its very core. My nipples are piercingly hard. Desire blooms at my core, flooding my panties. My wet desire threads between my bare puss and my cotton panties as he tugs them down. I stop him when they’re banded around my thighs, because I want them both to see just how wet I am. To show them I’m wet for them, but my panties aren’t what needs to come off.

Reaching down, I grab his wrist, his cloudy hazel eyes coming to mine. “Take it,” I tell him, watching as his gaze moves from me to the heavy thread of arousal he’s collecting from between my legs. A feral groan echoes from across the couch, Dash’s verbal needs rippling through the room. Sterling twists to look at his roommate, but I don’t follow his gaze. Instead, they share a moment as I bring Sterling’s hand to my cunt, and make him swipe through my arousal.

“Jesus,” he groans, holding out his palm to survey his glistening reward.

“Reach in and stroke yourself with it,” I whisper, before turning to face Dash. “And watch him do it.” Judging by his expression, I don’t think I could pay Dash to look anywhere else right now.

Sterling lifts the waistband of his sweats, briefly exposing the top of a nest of strawberry hair. My cunt tightens at the discovery that Sterling has pubic hair, igniting a caveman kink in me, I swear. He fights his eyes closing as he pumps himself with my arousal. While Sterl strokes, I fall to my knees in front of Dash.

“Unclasp me,” I tell him, but his fingers work my bra before the words are out of my mouth. Holding the cups to my chest with my forearm, I move on my knees to position myself between them, bringing the jam from the coffee table.

My bra hits the floor, and four eyes traverse the plane of my chest, taking in every pebbled detail of my small nipples, the full sweep of my heavy, natural breasts. Their focus on my body infuses my desires with urgency. I plunge my fingers into the jam again.

Slathering the cold preserves along my puckered areola, I look between my lovers. “Scoot,” I encourage, indicating to close the space between them on the couch. Dash moves without question, while Sterling is hesitant.

After a beat, he slides over. Though it makes no sound, when their knees connect, the movement echoes momentously through my chest, sinking into my center. His hesitancy indicates Sterling isn’t ready to takethe second taste.Maybe he’s not ready to admit he wants to know what Dash’s mouth and lips taste like. Whatever holds him in uncertainty, I respect. After all, they respected me giving them no answers when showing up crying and bloody.

“Lick me,” I tell Sterl, capturing his eyes, imparting safety and softness as I tenderly stroke his jaw with my good hand. “I’ve always wondered, you know.”

With his lips an inch from my breast, he looks up, his broad chest heaving. “What?”

“What your lips and tongue would feel like on my naked breast.” I mean every word.

“Juni,” he starts, but I shake my head, causing his excuses to fall away. Wrapping my hand around his head, sifting my fingers through his silky soft hair, I draw him into me. The space floods with urgent moans as his mouth seals to my breast, a surge of fiery desire tearing through me.

“You like peach, don’t you?” I murmur as the soft tip of his tongue flicks over my hardened nipple, his callused, large hands landing securely on my rib cage. I sift my fingers through his strawberry hair, loving how he’s a touch sweaty, his cheeks flushed. “Hmm, your mouth feels so good, Sterl,” I praise, arousal slipping out of me, curving my lips, sliding down my thigh.

I enjoy his mouth a moment longer, then steal away. He’s so handsome like this, lips swollen and pink from the homage he paid to me and my jam. I already miss his hands and mouth, but I can wait for more. Facing Dash, I dip my fingers into the jam again, smearing it across my wet skin where Sterl’s mouth just worshiped.

“You don’t have to ask me,” Dash says, his seductive smirk bringing a smile to my lips. He winks, and then his sultry gray eyes disappear as he closes them, crushing his mouth to my breast. His hands come to my rib cage just like Sterl’s did, and they’re just as callous and rough, and it turns me on so much.

Knowing these men who make Bluebell a better place, who love Bluebell as much as I do, who pride themselves on honesty and hard work—feels like fate.

Fate with a side of my big, terrible secret.

“Peaches and cream,” Dash breathes, peeling his lips from my breast long enough for his tongue to swipe over theremaining sweetness, collecting it, leaving my sticky skin bumpy in its wake. “You’re beautiful, Juniper,” he breathes, holding me at arm’s length as he studies my naked body, his silvering eyes finally making it back to mine. “And so sweet.”

“That’s the jam,” I purr, teasingly, flirtatiously. Even though I’m naked and having them lick jam off of my body, still, openly flirting feels good. Like sneaking under the bleachers with your crush, or stealing that first kiss on the porch. Finally getting to do what I’ve wanted to do for years.

I face Sterl as I place a palm on each of their knees. They’re not ready for all of the things I’ve imagined, but we’ll ease into it.

Pushing them apart, I settle between them on the couch. My hand aches so much that even my wrist hurts, but right now, I ignore it. I’ve dreamed of skiing with these two guys more than I’d like to admit. Tucked under my sunflower-covered bedspread, with the moonlight casting a glow over my dresser, I’d squeeze my eyes shut, slip my hand into my panties, and think of this. Me between them, each palm wrapped around a stony cock, pulsing, hot and potent in my hand. I’d infuse tender pumps with hard strokes, and with each riveted grunt and famished moan, the three of us would crawl closer to the edge before we’d all fall, them coming everywhere, soaking their chests, their hot cum rolling down my knuckles, while I clench and gasp from my spot, coming from the toy they put inside me. Together.

I shimmy my panties up with a plan.

But with one hand bandaged to high heaven, I can’t make that dream come alive. Instead, I take Dash’s hand with mine, and lace our fingers together, staring at them. “You have nice hands, I’ve always thought that.”

He smiles a little, his face still flushed, an impressive erection tenting his pants. He catches me eyeing it, and his smilebroadens. “I never thought I’d see the day. Juniper Ellington, the sweetest thing in Bluebell, eyeing my cock.”

“He rents space in my head,” I tell him before facing a patient, calm and waiting Sterling.

He doesn’t say anything, but smiles softly as he tips his head back against the couch. “What do you want from me, Juniper Sky?” he asks, his voice lined with memories. I’ve known Sterling for years, and one of my many favorite things has always been his sultry and commanding voice. And the way my name sounds rumbling around in it.

Leaving Dash’s, I take his hand, but not before leaning in for another taste of his mouth. Beer, jam and dreams are all I can taste as his tongue lightly sweeps mine, his hand coming to the side of my jaw. We pull apart as I move his hand between my thighs. Taking Dash’s hand, I bring him to the same warm, welcoming place.

With my focus still on Sterling, my voice is hoarse when I say, “Put your hand under my panties, and put one of your fingers inside me.”

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