Page 137 of Sinners' Appetite
“Jerk yourself off while I come in that tight ass,” I hear Malachi demand.
Deans hand wraps around his cock and in nearly seconds, his come shoots up and lands against his chest and part of the car beneath them.
“Holy s-shit.” I whisper, lowering myself to my knees instead of squatting, rubbing my clit even harder.
I’ll never get enough of seeing them together like this.
Malachi pulls out of Dean’s ass and grabs around his hips, pulling him off the hood and pushing him down to his knees in front of him, slipping his fingers in behind his teeth to pry his mouth wide open. “I’m gonna come on that tongue,” he moans, aggressively jerking his cock above Dean’s mouth.
Finally, a few seconds later, he pulls his hand back and releases his come onto Dean’s waiting tongue, forcing his mouth open with his fingers still hooked behind his teeth. “Fuck yeah, look at that filthy mouth filled with my come,” Malachi moans, pulling his fingers out of Dean’s mouth. Dean swallows everything and sticks his tongue out to show Malachi.
“Not a drop wasted, good fucking boy,” Malachi praises him, slapping his face playfully as he steps back.
Dean stands and pulls his shorts back up while Malachi does the same. I haven’t quite got off yet because I was too damn hyper-focused on them to really care.
I don’t want them to know that I was watching. Keeping it my own dirty little secret for now will make me come much harder once I get back to the cabin for the night.
“So,doesshereallythink that she’ll be able to edge us along until tomorrow night?” Dean asks, reaching for the tool he had in his hands before I came in and shoved him against the hood of his car.
“We can let her try,” I smirk. “I think I have an idea though. Something she won’t be expecting.”
“I like the sound of that. Go on…”
“I brought something with me. She has no idea that I even packed it.”
“What is it?”
“It’s called a vibe. It’s a wearable vibrator meant to stay inside her as she walks around. Or—in her case, tries to eat dinner at a fancy five star restaurant.”
Dean starts to laugh. “Joke’s on her, I guess.”
“I can’t wait to mess with that pretty pussy. It’s controlled by my phone.”
“Have you booked a hotel room yet?”
I shake my head and pull out my phone from my pocket. “I can do that online, right?”
“Yeah, I think they’ve made it pretty easy now.”
“She’ll probably want one with an indoor pool. Maybe even a spa?”
“She’ll need the spa treatment for sure,” he smirks.
I scroll through dozens of hotels, and finally, I find something that I think might work. An indoor pool, hot tub, sauna and an on site spa facility with a licensed massage therapist. I book the room, which has only one large king sized bed, for two nights and pay with my credit card. Moments later, I get the confirmation email.
“There. I have it booked for two nights,” I confirm.
“What about the restaurant? Should we make reservations?”
“Fuck. I guess I should do that too, I wonder if they’re still open?”
I search for the name of the restaurant and sure enough, they’re open for another half hour, so I call right away. On the third ring, someone answers in a friendly, yet professional tone.
“Alexander’s—how may I help you?”
“I’m looking for reservations for three.”
“I can certainly help with that. Which placement would you like and for what time, sir?”
