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There’s that slow, quiet waking from sleep, the kind that feels like surfacing from a warm, deep water. The kind you don’t fully rejoin the world of the living from during a first attempt.
This sensation pulls at her as she’s shifted, lifted gently as the bed shifts underneath her head. A softened groggy noise tripping from her lips is met with a soft hushing sound.
“Shh, you’re alright, honey.”
Dwayne.
She turns slightly on her side, cheek mashed to one sturdy jean clad thigh. His legs pin her in, achingly hot and smelling of salt air. Calloused fingers tuck a sleep tangled strand of hair back behind her ear, tracing lovingly along the line of her jaw as the world is lost to her again.
Touches lightly tug at where she’s burrowed into sleep, idle and languid and knowing. There’s a hand smoothing under her oversized sleep shirt, feeling a path up toward her chest. Another sliding reverently up her bare calf.
The dreaming not dreaming shifts into heat, smelling of ocean and leather and copper as it slides possessively between her thighs.
God, it’s so warm.
Her back arches, squirming in her sleep as the sensations nag her toward waking. Her lashes flutter against her cheeks, a pitiful sleepy whine bubbling up in her throat.
The baritone hum around the room starts to finally bleed into the shape of speech.
“She’s so pretty like this.”
“Be even prettier without this,” these words are accompanied by the gentle rise of her shirt and a hand cupping the weight of her left breast.
“Fuck, her tits are dreamy.”
The wet slide of a tongue along the curve of her breast has her eyes fluttering open. They focus on Dwayne, who looks down at her with dark, molten eyes from where she still lays with her head in his lap.
“Hi Dee,” she murmurs.
His responding smile is just on this side of too sharp, “hi gorgeous.”
Her half awake gaze flicks down to where a blond is flattening his tongue to lick over her nipple, her breath hitching as he finishes the motion with a blunt toothed nip.
“Hi Paulie,” she smiles, rewarded for the greeting with his hand coming under to cup her breast and bite down over the swell of it.
“What about me?”
Her hips squirm at the distracting warmth between them, cheek resting against Dwayne’s thigh as she meets playful grey eyes. Marko shifts further up where he’s propped beside her, fingers gently circling the nipple not being sucked by Paul.
Marko’s nose bumps against her own, swallowing her soft “hi marko” into a kiss that quickly has his tongue licking into her mouth. He sucks her bottom lip between his own, nipping at it with a rumbled hum.
The weight of his tongue against her own finally fully dragged her to waking enough to zero in on the heat between her legs. Right as he dragged a flat tongue fully up the length of her.
“David,” is merely a bitten out moan. Her head lifting enough to find his bleached head between her thighs, hands still wrapped in black leather are digging possessively into her skin.
He sucks at her clit, stubble scratching at her skin as she tries to writhe in his hold. Her hand moves as though to tug at his hair and is swiftly seized by Paul who scrapes teeth over the pulse in her wrist.
Marko’s taking advantage of the distraction to bury his face into the crook of her neck, sucking bruises down the line of her jugular.
Dwanye’s fingers drift to swirl lazily around the nipple left free after Paul caught her wrist.
The room feels like it’s on fire all at once. Suddenly horrendously overstimulated and not stimulated enough.
“How long have you-“ her words are cut short by David’s dark voice murmured into her.
“Awhile.”
The bleach blond licks flatly over her again before he moves down and fucks his tongue into her. A slick thrust in before curling up and out, the motion repeated with drags of his chin against her.
“Yea, should’ve seen it, baby.” Paul’s voice is ragged against her wrist, blunted teeth drifting absentmindedly over it.
“So hot,” Marko breathes into her skin.
David’s rhythm is painfully steady, the buttery leather of his thumb moving to swipe back and forth over her clit.
“Had you spread open for a minute now,” Dwayne hums and she feels his fingers tracing over her parted lips. “Just teasing while you slept.”
“Kept arching your back,” Marko’s voice sounds strained, hand drifting over the curve of her stomach and down over the jut of her hip. Like it simply couldn’t be helped, like he needed to be as close to where David was eating her as humanly possible.
David’s tongue traces up, now swiping over her clit in that same maddening back and forth pattern. The index and middle finger of the hand not currently bruising her thigh slide wetly into her.
A startled keening moan jumping past her lips, hips bucking in the need to press closer or possibly escape.
“David please,” she whines and the sound of it prompts a chorus of groans around her.
“Fucking make her cum already. Smells so good I’m losing my mind.” Marko’s hand moves to surround her throat, angling her head up to crash his lips against hers.
“Gotta be close by now, princess.”
“After over an hour?”
Their voices pour over her, only serving to ratchet up the heat of the room threatening to swallow her whole.
David’s fingers haven’t stopped their slick relentless thrusting into her, stubble rubbing against her with the motion of his head. Back and forth, tongue firmly rolling against her clit.
“Fuck, David.”
The sound of it half smothered against Marko’s mouth. The kiss is incredibly sloppy as he tongues down to where the edge of his hand rests necklaced around her throat.
“Baby, easy. That’s it.” Paul’s smooth lips move to kiss at her other cheek, fingers circling her nipple soothingly.
“God, you look so good. Gonna cum on his face?”
“You can do it, gorgeous.”
Her thighs tremble over David’s shoulders, her eyes briefly catching his bright pretty blues watching her.
And when she feels the familiar curve of his mouth curl into that knowing smirk, she falls over the edge.
An involuntary pitchy sob breezing from her lips as her back arches, hips grinding down against his tongue and the curl of his fingers. Her chest heaving for breath as he brings her down from her high, his lips sucking open mouth kisses against her like he can’t get enough of the taste.
Her hand finally free enough to pet through David’s hair, shivering as she watches him pull his fingers from her and suck the gloved digits into his mouth.
“Thank you, baby.”
The sound of David’s voice makes her shiver again, shifting against Dwanye’s lap as her eyes trace over the clothed length of him from where he sits up at the apex of her thighs.
“I need-“ she starts and David’s gravelly voice swiftly takes over.
“More?”
A mute nod from her that has Marko swearing into her neck and Paul’s smile pressing against her bite riddled chest. Her gaze flickers up to where Dwayne is smirking down at her, one of his fingers idly twirling a strand of her hair around a ringed knuckle.
The bleach blond studies her a moment, leaving her feeling like she was somehow the one in charge and the one following behind.
He visibly runs his tongue over his lips still shining with her release, hands moving to his belt. The clear metallic clink of it sending a thrill through her as she catches his eyes again.
“Then let’s give it to you.”