Page 38 of Dance with the Devil

But I didn’t, and in a way I’m glad. Even considering the circumstances, I don’t think there’s anyone I wanted to experience this with besides Cross.

And to show him I’m notthatnervous, and that I really do want to do this with him, I reach down and grab the hem of my sundress. It’s gotten loose lately, whether because I haven’t been eating as much or the material itself is being stretched out from being constantly on me, and it’s easy to pull it up and over my head.

So that Cross isn’t the only one naked, I take a deep breath before pulling off my panties. I add them to the growing pile on the floor before taking off my bra.

It’s slightly yellowed along the band from my sweat, and I feel like maybe I need to take a shower before we do this. I should be clean right? I mean, I can’t take a shower, but what about a quick splash at the sink?

“Tick, tock,” echoes Winter, and it’s like he knew exactly why I was hesitating—and not too happy about it. “Let’s go.”

Turning around, completely aware that both Winter and Cross have a full view of my ass, I swallow the lump in my throat and climb onto the cot. I feel a little better when Cross swiftly moves to cover me as I get into position, and when I look up at him and see the undeniable lust written in his eyes, I know that everything is going to be okay.

And, no, I’m not delusional at all, am I?

I figure, for the first time, lying down on my back would probably be the best. That way I can kind of just sprawl out and take it, and let Cross do what he knows how to do.

I shudder out a breath and wait for him to join me on the cot. He does, putting both knees on the mattress, and I can’t help but notice that his expression has turned hungry as he stares down at my naked body.

“So,” I laugh nervously, trying my best not to freak out that this is happening, that Cross obviously wouldn’t have chosen to do this, and Winter is somewhere probably unbuttoning his pants and pulling his own cock out like we’re his personal porno,“how exactly do we do this? You, huh, just stick that thing in me?”

God, I hope it fucking fits...

Cross tears his gaze away from me, dropping his gaze to his cock. He almost looks surprised to see how it’s jutting out from the patch of hair covering his groin. Giving it a quick stroke, gathering the bead of moisture I see at the tip, I wonder if he’s just going to do exactly that.

He doesn’t.

He shifts his weight, moving his body until he’s maneuvered himself in the cradle of my legs.. Going down on his belly, he shimmies back until his knees are on the floor, and his head is inches over my pussy.

I blink.

Winter sighs. “Really? Do you honestly think I have time to sit here and watch you doforeplay?”

“She’s never done any of this before,” Cross grumbles. “You have us where you want us. We’re doing what you’re making us do. But I won’t hurt her. If I just start fucking her, she’ll be hurt. That’ll ruin your video, won’t it? I have to get her ready for me.”

“Make it quick,” Winter orders. “Otherwise I might change my mind and invite Noah to take your place.”

“Never,” Cross whispers harshly. The force of that snapped two syllables blows hot air out on the second one, and holy shit, does that feel incredible on my skin.

Did I think that feels incredible? How about when, completely ignoring Winter, his focus entirely on me, Cross uses two fingers to spread my pussy apart before burying his face in there.

Okay. I kind of figured that was what he was going to do. I guess I didn’t think he would justgofor it, and I’m a little bit glad. I don’t have much time to be insecure about my own pubic hair or how musty I’ve got to be after not showering, orwhether he would’ve enjoyed what he’s doing more if I’d gotten the chance to freshen up.

I can’t imagine hecouldenjoy it more. Between lapping at my entrance and using his nose to nuzzle my clit before he takes the little nub inside the heat of his mouth, he keeps panting softly, telling me how good I fucking taste.

“I knew it,” he says, coming up for a second just to make sure he can meet my eyes as he says that. His mouth is shiny with my juices, and I don’t feel a little bit embarrassed by that until he dips his head again, humming against my pussy. “From the moment I saw you dance, I knew your pussy would give off the most delicious nectar.”

Yeah. I highly doubt that. But if Cross wants to convince himself that I’m delicious, I’m all for it. Especially if he’ll keep on licking me like that.

Jesus fucking Christ. How did I go so long without this? The sensations are incredible, and I know it’s even better because it’s Cross he’s touching me with a reverence. It’s like I’m holy, like he’s worshipping at the altar of my cunt, and if I hear him mumble, “Oh my Fucking God,” as he takes part of my labia between his teeth, I’m more than happy to take him to the church of Genevieve.

At one point, he starts dipping his finger inside of me. There’s a little resistance, but the way he’s scraping his teeth over my clit now is so powerful, I bite back the slight scream as he stretches my pussy out. One finger, then two, and I know what he’s doing. He’s mimicking what his cock is going to do, and ifthatfeels as good as this one, I can’t fucking wait.

It burns a little more when he widens his fingers, scissoring them inside of me. I can take it, though, and as my body tightens, clenches, convulses around his fingers as I start to come, he could do anything to me and I’d let him.

Cross waits for me to come down from it before he gives my mound one final kiss.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, and I just barely hear him over the roar of pleasure in my head. “Andmine.”

Did he really say that? I don’t get the chance to ask before he’s wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Climbing back up on the cot, on his knees as his cock leads the way, he marvels over the stickiness on his fingers. He flashes me a wicked smile as I stay flat on my back, fucking boneless, then slips two of his fingers into his mouth.

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