Page 44 of Privilege
This is why Gods don’t grocery shop. All they need to eat is cum.
I giggle to myself and he tucks a loose strand of blonde hair behind my ear. His thumb gently strokes my cheek.
“Thank you,” he says, warmth and gratitude pouring out of him like sweat. He kissesme again, softly, almostchastelyexcept for the fact that he nips my lower lip. He drops his head into my neck and sighs a deep, contented sigh, hands roaming freely.
Rich flops down beside us and lays his head on my ribs, slides his arm across my belly and grips Dane’s forearm. I reach down and run my fingers through his soft brown waves. They’re shining in the sun, slightly damp from heat and excitementand probably exertion from all the dick sucking and pussy eating.
I wasn’t prepared for how it felt to see them kiss. To see themtouch.It set my body onfire,in the middle of the Sahara, and the only source of water for miles was their goddamn cum.
I hesitate, only for a moment, before resting my right hand on the back of Dane’s head and tug on his hair too. He smiles against my neck, and presses his lips warmly to my collarbone at the same time as Rich’s lips graze my ribs beneath my breast.
I sigh, long and sated, my eyelids droopy and my back slick with sweat against the leather. We lay like that for a while, me stroking their hair, the quiet as comfortable as the breeze.
Until my stomach gurgles.
“Jesus Cara,” Dane mumbles into my neck, “I wassleeping.”
Rich lifts his head, his eyes a little glassy. “You hungry baby?”
I smack them.
“Ow,” they both say.
“You guysfell asleep?I thought we were having a nice moment butno.Youfell asleep.”
Rich leans down and sucks my nipple into his mouth with big fake sloppy kissing noises. Dane shifts his mouth to my other and does the same.
“I’m going to punch you both,” I grumble.
I wince as they help me up and my back peels off the leather. Their eyes travel hungrily all over my body and I flush with pleasure, but my stomach growls again.
“What do you want to eat babe?” Rich asks.
No hesitation from Dane. “Creampie,” he says.
I kick him in the shin.
“Ow,” he says again, but he’s smiling, green eyes twinkling. He reaches out and flicks a nipple. “Coconutcream pie. Jesus woman.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “You have coconut cream pie?”
He glares back. “You think I haven’t noticed the late night coconut McCain cake binges?”
I blush, pleased that he was paying enough attention at Blackstone to notice what I was stocking the butler pantry with. Took me a few tries before I realized Evelyn was throwing out anything with sugar, or flour, orcalories.So I started stashing it in the staff fridge.
Dane runs his palm down the front of my body. “You really are perfect, you know,” he says.
“Cakeandcompliments?” Rich mutters. He stands up and slaps my ass. “You’re making me look like a bad boyfriend.”
Dane picks up my wrap and holds it out for me like a coat. I slide my hands into the big kimono style sleeves and he kisses my forehead.
“Oh come on!” Rich cries.
“Chivalry isn’t dead, brother.”
“Go fuck yourself,” Rich says pleasantly, and then he picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder, my bare ass in Dane’s face.
I wave at Dane, his upside-down face deeply amused as Rich stalks away, all of our shoulders shaking with laughter.
