Page 40 of Sinners’ Appetite
“How do you feel, princess?” Dean asks me as I walk into the kitchen, wrapped in a towel.
“Amazing! Thank you, again. That was super sweet of you,” I shyly reply.
“No problem. Can I get you anything?”
“I’ll definitely take a piece of that pie now,” I grin.
“I guess we forgot about it, hey?”
“Is it still in the living room?”
He nods. “I’ll go get it. The couch might not be the best place to eat it now.” He laughs.
When he comes back into the room, without Malachi following along behind, I get up from the island and peek around the corner to see if he’s still in there. I look to the couch we were just on and where Sammi and Jeremy were, but the room is completely empty.
“Where did Malachi go?” I ask.
“He ran down to Sammi and Jeremy’s cabin to fix their porch light.”
“Oh—Sammi is scared of the dark…” I giggle.
A few moments of silence pass as Dean cuts me a piece of pie, along with one for himself and sits down beside me at the island. I section off a piece with my fork, but before it makes it to my lips, Dean grabs the fork instead, slowly bringing it up to my lips.
I open my mouth, with my eyes held on his as I wrap my mouth around the fork.
“You should be treated like fucking royalty after doing what you just did for us,” he whispers.
I moan as he slips the fork out of my mouth. “I’m not sure that I can handle doing that again anytime soon. I feel like I just got ripped in half.” I smirk.
Just then, Malachi walks through the door and his eyes light up when he sees me sitting at the island. He walks over to me and wraps his arms around me, the towel nearly dropping as I reach my hand up to touch the back of his head.
“Why do you have this on?” he says as he tugs at the top of my towel.
Dean lets out a half-laugh. “Does he ever leave you alone?”
I shake my head and roll my eyes. “Not really. He’s like the fucking energizer bunny on Viagra.”
We all burst out laughing, every one of us knowing just how true it is.
“I must say…” Dean stands, making his way to the fridge. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever seen him like this with.”
“That’s quite the compliment,” I say, sipping back some of the water before taking another bite of my pie.
Once I’m done, I carry my plate to the sink and rinse it off quickly. It’s then that I realize just how tired I am. When I glance at the clock on the stove, I see that its past midnight.
“I think I’m going to head back to the cabin in a few minutes. I can barely stand.”
“You two can just stay here, if you want…” Dean suggests, a hint of hope lingering in his eyes.
“As long as you two don’t smother me,” I laugh, looking at both of them with a scornful eye.
Malachi nudges Dean with his elbow. “She likes waking up to a cock inside her—just so you know,” he snickers.
“Mmmm… so she’s useful in her sleep too?”
“So useful…” Malachi leans in toward Dean, running his thumb along his bottom lip where some pie filling stuck. When he sticks his finger into his mouth, sucking the filling off his thumb, my knees go completely numb, so I lean against the cupboard to support myself.
Fuck, I would give anything right now to see them all over each other again.
That’s when an idea hits me.
“I have an idea…” I blurt out.
They both look over at me with a curious look on their faces.
“What’s your idea, baby girl?”
“I watch you two shower together…” My clit throbs painfully as the words leave my mouth.
“Oh, do you now?”
“I do.”
“I guess we are pretty dirty, aren’t we?” Dean teases as he stands up and walks his plate over to the sink, placing himself right beside me. “And our little play-toy wants to watch?”
“Please—” I whimper as he dives his mouth down onto my neck and playfully nibbles at the skin.
“Do you hear that, Malachi? She’s begging to watch us…”
My clit has never throbbed this hard before.
Christ, this fucking hurts.
“How can we say no? She sounds so fucking pretty…”
His hand wanders between my legs as Malachi stands up from the island and walks over to us.
“She really does,” Malachi breathes onto the other side of my neck, reaching under my shirt to pinch my nipple between his fingers.
“So—are we doing this, or what?” I impatiently whimper, trying not to give in to the desire I have for them to both be inside me again.
I need to see them together again. It’s eating at me.
“So fucking needy…” Malachi snarls, pinching my nipple harder.
When I start to lose control, my knees buckling beneath me, Dean places his hand between my legs, slipping three fingers inside me as he holds me up, pinning me to the cupboard with his hips.
“She’s so fucking wet…” Dean groans as he thrusts his fingers deeper and deeper inside me.
“Is our girl going to play with her pretty pussy while she watches?”
I nod my head as I let out a loud moan, Deans fingers motioning against my g-spot at a rapid speed.
“Let’s go…” Malachi hisses, slapping my ass as he passes by us. Dean then pulls his fingers out of me and picks me up, heaving me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing as he slaps my ass and finds my pussy with his fingers, pushing every single finger into my pussy as far as they’ll go.
“Hold up…” Dean groans, stopping halfway down the hall to set me down against the wall.
I try to hold myself up but he pushes me down to the floor and kneels down in front of me, cupping my chin with his hand.
“I wanna see if she’ll let us put as many fingers as we can inside that sweet pussy of hers. ”
My eyes widen as Malachi bends down and spits onto his hand, sliding his fingers along Deans hand slowly. I close my eyes as I feel their fingers line up to my entrance, and I take a deep breath, anticipating how this might feel.
When they slip inside me, their thumbs press down on either side of my clit, nearly sending me over the edge in pleasure within seconds of them thrusting their fingers inside me.
“Fuck, that’s impressive,” Dean groans, both he and Malachi focused on my face as I fall apart completely.
“I—f-fuuuckkk, I’m gonna…fuuuckkk!” I cry out as they slide in so deep that it hurts. I’m sure having two cocks inside me not even an hour ago probably isn’t helping.
“Look at that fucking face…” Malachi reaches up with his other hand and grabs my nipple again, pinching it hard as I come around their fingers.
“That’s one,” Dean smirks as his eyes darken. “We want at least two more before we’re done in the shower…”
With that, they pull their fingers out of me and stand up to head into the bathroom, leaving me in a sticky pool of my own cum. When I finally feel like I can stand on my own, I wander into the bathroom and linger in the doorway, watching them both remove their clothes and toss them to the side.
Neither of them touch each other as Malachi turns the taps on and runs his hand under the water. Dean then points to the wall and motions for me to sit there before he steps into the shower, Malachi getting in right behind him.
A few moments later, Malachi grabs a cloth from the shelf just outside the shower and lathers it with body wash, bringing it around to start washing Dean’s thighs.
Once he gets to his groin, he places the washcloth against Dean’s abdomen and reaches around with his other hand, gripping his cock, gently twisting his hand around his shaft.
As soon as Dean tilts his head back, I can’t help myself. I quickly place my finger over my clit, keeping my legs spread wide open so they can see what they’re doing to me. Malachi looks over at me with a devious smile as he starts to quicken his movements up and down Dean’s hard cock.
Just then Dean looks in my direction too, focusing in on me pleasuring myself against the wall. His mouth falls open as water trickles slowly down his face.
I never thought I’d want anyone as much as I want Malachi, but here we are.
I have no idea how we went from escaping my abductors to this, but I’m here for every fucking filthy second of it.