Page 74 of Chasing Savannah
“Derrick.” She whispered his name.
Derrick chuckled and grabbed her chin with his other hand, plunging his tongue in her mouth. She whimpered, sensations swamping her body. Carlos growled, his hips picking up speed. He adjusted her waist, changing the angle until his cock was rubbing against a spot deep within her.
She pulled from Derrick’s mouth gasping her pleasure. “Yes.”
Carlos ran his nails across her back and she whimpered.
“See that sound she makes, Derrick.” Carlos fought for breath, slowed his thrust, but drove deeper.
Derrick pinched her nipple and before she could control it, she went careening into orgasm. Derrick groaned and leaned down biting into her neck, but not breaking the skin.
“Kitten, the look on your face is everything.” He kissed her again. “Again,” he whispered against her lips.
She shook her head. She couldn't possibly come again. Not so soon, not after the explosion that went off in her body.
Carlos adjusted his position, “you can give us another one, love.”
“I can't,” her breath left in a harsh exhalation as he hit that spot again
Derrick sucked on her neck. “One more time, kitten. I want to see the look on your face again.”
She whimpered. She fought the urge to lift her chin and submit to Derrick. The compulsion to beg for their bite had her gritting her teeth.
“How does it feel, Felix?”
“Like a fucking dream, Beta. Just wait until you slide inside our mate. The way she grips you...”
Her body tightened and Carlos’ word cut off as a snarl erupted from him.
Derrick kissed his way up to her ear. “I can't wait to feel you squeezing around me, kitten.”
She moaned. His erotic words hiking up her arousal.
“Will you be ready for me?”
She nodded, unable to control the mewling sound leaving her throat.
Carlos growled. “That fucking sound, baby.” He pounded into her, their skin slapping as more snarls rumbled his chest.
“Can you take the both of us? We'll ease you into it. Maybe the first time we’ll take you this way. Carlos driving into you as you take me into your mouth.” Derrick brought her attention back to him.
She licked her lips as she imagined it. Saw the picture so clearly. Her eyes darted to his crotch so close to her head. His hard-on pushed against his jogging pants. No doubt he was not small. She found that she wanted that very much, the erotic image his words painted.
“I'll coach you through how I want it, kitten. Whispering to you how to take me deeper into your mouth, down your throat. You'll take me right baby?” He traced her throat column.
She nodded eagerly. He kissed her, pushing his tongue down her throat mimicking what he wanted.
“I need to hear the words.” He whispered against her lips.
“Yes” it came out breathless. “Yes I’ll take you. I want you now.” She squeezed down on Carlos, her body flexing on his shaft.
“Fuck yes!” Carlos shouted.
Derrick adjusted her body across his lap, his hand kneading her breast. “Not now, but soon,” he promised.
Still, she opened her mouth over his bulge, gripping it with her lips, through his pants. He groaned and gave up easily, freeing his cock. She was using her hands to keep her body angled, but she used one to bring Derrick’s shaft to her mouth. She slid it down as far as she could take it and he hissed in pleasure. She licked around the head, sucking it into her mouth.
“Shit,” Derrick whispered.
