Page 61 of Honey Pot

I wasn’t going to break as easily as he wanted. Free of his cock, I tipped my foot over, knocking him off balance enough to flip on the bed and pushed Dean back against it. My mouth found him, and he tasted faintly of Cael and me alltangled together. I rolled my hips down against Dean’s massive length, eyes wide at his size.

His eyes searched mine as his teeth nipped at my bottom lip, and his hands roamed over my ass roughly. Cael was out of sight and mind, and I knew it would drive him insane.

Dean knew. I could see it all over his face that he understood the assignment. Even though we normally weren’t on the same side, tonight, we were. Before Cael could balance himself and take control, Dean’s hands were around my hips, lifting me up and preparing to guide me down over him. But Dean wasn’t hard for me, and we both knew it with shitty grins on our faces and mischief in Dean’s eyes.Teasing him was leaving me soaked, and him going mad from the sight of us.

“Fuck that,” Cael growled from behind me. Still perched over Dean, his hands replaced Dean’s and tugged my ass back against him. “This ismine,” he snapped, sinking without warning deep into my soaked core.

“Oh, God.” I gripped Dean’s chest, nails digging into his skin hard enough to leave marks as my walls throbbed around Cael’s shaft, with his cock plunging deep inside of me, sparking nodes of pain that mixed dangerously with pleasure. I giggled gently, my body rocking forward against Dean’s chest as Cael worked relentlessly.

Dean’s hand found my ass again, gripping at the soft curves as Cael remained silent out of view. I could feel the burning gaze from him on my back as I rolled down to meet his hips over and over again. The pleasure licked at my stomach and warmed my core at an alarming pace, and if he continued his brutal rhythm, I wouldn’t last much longer.

Dean’s mouth found mine as his hand twisted around a braid, bringing me closer. His tongue swiped into my mouth, and Cael’s hips thrust even faster than before. I moaned against him, my head fuzzy with desire. My pulse quickened as his fingers found my soaked clit and rubbed in tender circles, making every nerve in my body tingle. He pounded into me with reckless abandon.

Cael pulled out from me suddenly, leaving me gasping at the sudden chill. Only to appear beside us, his hand gripping Dean’s chin and pulling him from our connection.

He wasn’t very good at taking turns. I could feel it in his gaze and under Dean’s grasp as Cael raked his hand through the shaggy blond curls roughly, tugging on the scalp until Dean’s fingers dug into my hips, and he was gasping for air.

I dropped down further, angry at Cael for abandoning me. He was trying to rile me up, acting like making out with Dean was a punishment, but it only stoked the fire in my stomach further. I continued to sink down far enough until Dean's cock brushed the underside of my chin. His attention pulled to me for a split second as I wrapped my lips around Dean’s massive erection, sucking until my cheeks hollowed out, and Dean's hips were stuttering beneath my touch. I peered up at the two of them, mouth full of cock, eyes watering from the size, and watched as they crashed against each other in a fury of teeth and tongue.

It didn’t take long for Dean to come completely undone between the two of us. I sucked harder, swirling my tongue against his shaft delicately until his hand tangled in my hair, and I felt him tense. His cock pulsed deep within my throat as he filled me. It spilled from me as I looked up into Cael’s stormy eyes. I felt exposed and electric as Dean lifted me by the arms back to him, brushing his thumb over my swollen lips as he worked to catch his breath.

But Cael was sick of sharing. He moved around us quietly, licking his lips as he crawled onto the bed behind me. His hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me away from Dean without a second thought.

“Enough,” he moaned, the sound low in my ear as he pulled me against his chest and laid me on the bed.

There was a fervor in his eyes that wasn’t there before, and I could feel the restraint as he fought internally over whether or not he should cross the lines we set.

“Do you want me?” He asked quietly as Dean recovered, his soft pants filling the room as he repositioned himself against my side.

“Answer him.” Dean kissed my shoulder as his hand dipped between us and found my aching clit. The touch alone made my body shiver, and my hips rose to meet Cael’s as he hovered above me, waiting for an answer.

I nodded, a tiny whimper leaving my lips.

“Out loud, Clementine,” he said. “I want to hear you say it.”

Cael knew what he was doing. It wasn’t about the sex or fucking him. He wanted confirmation.

“I want you,” I whispered.

A wicked grin formed, and he pushed in, dragging a tiny yelp from my lips as he rolled his hips until he was embedded to the hilt.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered, his teeth grazing my ear lobe before he turned his attention to Dean. He pressed tightly to my chest, his arms wrapping around me as his hips continued to roll against mine. Dean lifted to meet him. Kissing him softer than I had expected. It was surreal watching them interact so intimately while I fought against the shove of pleasure that built violently in the base of my stomach.

Cael was softer than Dean, like he was reminiscing.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered, because the present was tangled with the past, and small flickers of who Cael and I used to be kept flashing across my dizzied vision.

“Clem, you gotta talk to me, I don’t want to hurt you.”

I could hear his voice in my head and his hands on my hot skin without the ability to tell real from fake. My heart was racing in my chest as he broke the kiss with Dean and looked down at me, brushing the sweaty, loose strands of hair away from my face.

I could tell all he wanted to do was kiss me.

It was written all over his beautiful, sharp face.

Those bright, blue eyes filled with longing and sadness as his lips curled downward. How could something that started so fun and feral become so heartbreakingly painful?

“Buck up, Loverboy, and finish the job,” I choked out, just trying to hold on to the Clementine I was now so as not to lose her to the shy, scared Clem I had been back then.

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