Page 52 of The Freeuse Proposal
“Oh, my poor pet. Look at how needy that swollen pussy is?” Leo’s voice is a soft croon as he pushes my thighs apart and kneels between them. He holds my pussy lips open with his thumbs, and the first stroke of his tongue along my folds almost makes me levitate off the cushions.
“Ohhh, god!” I cry out as he feasts.
I grab a fistful of his hair as he circles my clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking it gently. My thighs are already shaking. I was so wound up from having them both in my mouth that it’s not going to take much, and Leo seems to know it because he picks up the pace, his tongue working me in quick, tight strokes.
Within moments, his expert tongue drives me over the edge. I come fast and hard, crying out as my back arches. Leo licks me through the aftershocks of pleasure. When I’m whimpering and shaking, he presses a soft kiss to my inner thigh and sits back.
I’m still catching my breath when Dane takes his place. He kneels between my legs and hooks one of my thighs over his shoulder. I gasp when he sucks on my pussy lips. I’m oversensitive and whimper when his tongue circles my clit.
He pauses, waits, and when I don’t push him away, he starts again. Slower this time, but relentless, his tongue tracing patterns against my clit, building pressure in a completely different way than Leo. I flew apart with Leo, but Dane is pulling me toward a deeper, slower wave that’s building from my toes.
His fingers press against my entrance, and I moan loudly in pleasure. I can’t think straight as the delight builds. He slides two fingers inside me, curling them forward while his tongue keeps its steady rhythm on my clit, and the combination makes my vision blur.
“Dane.” His name comes out broken. “Please, I’m going to—“
He doesn’t change a thing. He continues with the same pace, pressure, and the same maddening curl of his fingers until I shatter. This orgasm rolls through me in long waves that make my thighs tremble against his shoulders. I hear myself crying out in a crescendo as the pleasure wracks my entire body.
Dane stays with me through all of it, his mouth gentle as I come down, his fingers easing out of me slowly. He presses a kiss to my inner thigh, opposite from where Leo kissed. His lips are wet, his dark eyes heavy, and the satisfied look on his face is so fucking hot.
I’m boneless, and I can’t move my legs. What’s my name again?
Leo lifts me into his arms and settles me against his chest. Dane drops on the couch next to us and pulls my legs across his lap. Leo grabs a blanket from the back of the couch and drapes it over my bare legs. My mind is mush as I snuggle with them both.
“Merry Christmas, lass,” Leo murmurs against my hair.
My “mmm” is all I can respond with, and they both chuckle. My body is humming with a satisfied warmth that makes everything feel soft and far away.
I’m used and cared for. This is the true joy of the season.
Chapter 3
The next morning, when I wander into the kitchen, Dane is making us breakfast. It’s more oatmeal with sliced bananas, almonds, and blueberries. Hopefully, the tasty oatmeal yesterday wasn’t just the happiness convincing me it was delicious, since it seems I’m going to be eating a lot of oatmeal while Dane is here.
I lean against the doorframe, enjoying the backside of a sexy older guy making me food. How did I get this lucky?
“You don’t have to hover,” he says without turning around.
“I’m not hovering. I’m supervising.”
He glances over his shoulder, and the corner of his mouth twitches.
“Go sit down. It’ll be ready in five.”
I plop down on a bar stool at the kitchen island, and Leo strides in.
“Morning, lass,” he says, dropping a kiss on the top of my head. He looks impeccable in a crisp white shirt and dark slacks. How does he manage it this early?
Leo pours himself a coffee. “I’ve got some work to catch up on, so I’ll be in my office for a bit. Dane, you’re heading out soon, right?”
“Yeah, I won’t be gone long. It’s just coffee with friends,” Dane responds.
“Perfect,” Leo says, turning to me with a protective expression that never fails to make me weak. “And you, lass, relax this morning. But be ready when I call for you later. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” I say automatically, and Leo grins.
“Good girl.”
Leo leaves the kitchen with his coffee, taking it towards his office at the back of the house. Dane sits next to me, and we eat in silence for a few minutes. Every brush of Dane’s arm against mine sends shivers down my spine.
