Page 123 of Dragon Unleashed
“You like him watching, chica?” Chano’s words surprise me. “Kinky. Shall we let him stay?”
My heart thumps louder in my chest and I search Chano’s face for any sign he’s testing me. Biting my lip, I stare back at Farrell and nod. Farrell lets out a low rumble, and leans his back on the door, palming his dick through his pants.
My pussy tightens at the sight.What the hell is wrong with me?I snap my gaze back to Chano.
“It’s okay, chica. You’re allowed to like it.” He hesitates, eyeing Farrell over my shoulder. “Do you want him to join in?”
Something flares in the pit of my stomach, but I can’t. This is too confusing, too fast. I shake my head and Chano smirks. He lifts me off the ground entirely and strides to Farrell’s bed.
“He’ll just have to watch me get you off on his bed then,” Chano says, winking back at Farrell as he pads after us.
Chano throws me roughly onto the bed and I bounce once before coming to a stop with a yelp. He pulls at my skirt, slipping it down, leaving me entirely exposed for them both. Farrell moves to where I can see him, his gaze roaming up and down my body, a look of pure reverence on his face.
I tremble as the cool air brushes across my skin. Chano kisses me again, our lips moving in rhythm. He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear, rubbing a thumb along my cheek. Every part of me wants him inside me, the feeling amplified knowing Farrell will be watching.
My fingers reach for Chano’s waist. Finding the hem of his shirt, I slip my hands underneath, enjoying his sharp intake of breath as I trail them along the sensitive skin at his waistband.With a grunt of impatience, I tug at his shirt, and he pulls back briefly to yank it off. He throws it straight at Farrell, who’s so enraptured he takes it straight to the face. I giggle, then jerk my chin at Farrell. He raises an eyebrow, his fingers reach hesitantly for his own shirt and I nod.
“Only fair,” I breathe.
He holds my gaze as he pulls the shirt up, the buttons popping off as it stretches. With a final jerk it’s over his head and my eyes roam his toned abs. Tearing my attention away, I focus on Chano. I creep my fingers down, under the band of his boxers, and his cock stiffens. His hot skin under my fingertips is velvety smooth. Wrapping my fingers around his length I stroke gently, and he groans. He reaches down, pulling my hand out his pants, and yanking his pants and boxers off in one smooth motion. His dick springs free, pressing into my inner thigh.
Wriggling against him, my need builds. I rock my hips as he presses one finger inside me, his thumb flicking my clit, making me cry out.
“Please, Chano.”
My breathing comes in short gasps and my skin is alight with need. A low rumble comes from Farrell, and I can’t help looking up. The sight of Farrell, fisting his dick, his pants in a heap at his ankles, is almost too much. The small damp patch on his boxers makes my insides twist.
Chano runs the tip of his tongue down my neck, scraping the skin with his teeth, and I shiver, my nipples pebbling. He shifts us slightly, giving Farrell full view as he continues to pump his finger in and out of me.
“Please.”
His fingers slide out of me, and I snarl at the loss. He doesn’t hesitate, spreading my legs wider and lowering himself until his dick presses against my opening. He pinches my nipple hard, and I forget everything. The sensation is too much, sparks flyover my skin, and I grab his butt, pull him closer, needing him inside, deeper.
Farrell’s grunting picks up in the corner and the very idea he’s watching makes my core molten. Chano rocks deeper, and I score my nails down his back. I need Farrell closer. Without thinking, I beckon him over. The surprise on his face gives way to wanton need. He prowls toward us, taking in every pump Chano makes inside me. He comes to a halt at my side, and I reach out, adding my hand to Farrell’s on his length.
If Chano cares he doesn’t show it; his eyes gleam and he ups his relentless pace. The heat rises in me. I can’t hold it. My entire body is on fire. I throw my head back as my release hits. At the same moment Chano lets out an animalistic growl and stills, straining hard inside me. Farrell gasps and warm liquid spatters over my chest.
I freeze, suddenly realizing how close these two men are, with me in the middle.
“Shh, little chica, just enjoy it. You think too much,” Chano says in my ear before pulling himself out. Farrell’s eyes dance between us, his uncertainty obvious.
“You too, dragon breath. You’d think you’d never been a voyeur before,” Chano teases.
I lie still for a moment, reveling in the sensations, the warm glow deep inside. I don’t want to look at it too closely. I don’t want to regret it so soon. I shut my eyes and just let myself be, safe in the company of these two men.
We clean up together in Farrell’s giant shower. It’s awkward, all half-finished sentences and sliding eye contact. But it doesn’t feel bad. The guilt I keep expecting doesn’t come, and neither seems pissed that the other is still here.
Exhausted, I curl up in the center of Farrell’s bed. Chano spoons me from behind and a contented sigh slips from my lips, my eyes fluttering shut.
“For fuck’s sake, it’s your bed. Get in.” Chano’s grumble starts me from dozing.
Farrell stands in front of me, shifting his weight from foot to foot. I shuffle my butt back into Chano’s crotch and pat the bed. “Get in.”
“Watch it,” Chano grunts.
Farrell’s head snaps up, eyes wide.
“She’s a cover-stealer.”
