Page 46 of Sinners’ Appetite

“He hasn’t texted me for a while. I wonder if he’s okay…” I say, fidgeting with the ring on my finger like I always do when I’m anxious.

“Girl, calm your tits.” Sammi chuckles. “Let’s go get our bikinis on and go for a swim to get our minds off it for a while.”

“That sounds good, actually,”

Once we finish changing, I run up to Dean’s cabin to let him know what we’re up to and invite him down for a dip in the water with us.

“I have to get some work done in the shop, I’ll have to pass this time, pretty girl.” Dean declines my offer, grabbing his coat off the hanger behind me as he purposely closes the space between us, resting the palm of his hand flat against the wall beside my head.

My breathing hitches and I want more of him.

The three of us didn’t really discuss how this would work. They’ve fooled around without me there, and to be honest, by now, I don’t think Malachi should have to ask my permission to do so, but…I just don’t feel right acting on anything without Malachi here.

Maybe I should text him.

Should I ask?

Would it be stupid to ask, or set him off somehow?

Fuck .

“I should g-go find Sammi…” I whimper, wiggling my way under his arm.

Like a complete idiot, I take off running down his stairs and around the side of the cabin, heading straight toward the beach to blabber about the juicy details of what just happened between Dean and I.

The very second I’m done giving my spicy rendition of the moment, Sammi starts to giggle. “Then text Malachi! I mean, it’s not like Dean hasn’t fucked with you already.”

“I know…” I sigh. “It’s just—different. I don’t want to assume anything and upset Malachi.”

“Just. Fucking. Text. Him.” She speaks slowly with a hint of annoyance in her tone.

“Shouldn’t this be a conversation the three of us have in person? It’s not like I ever planned for something like this to happen.”

“You overthink everything… you might wanna work on that, love.”

I shake my head, dipping my toes into the water before slowly making my way into the water, stopping to appreciate the soft sand beneath my feet.

Not even fifteen minutes after we start swimming, the clouds overhead darken and it begins to rain, accompanied by the odd crack of thunder and bolts of lightning.

I’ve never really enjoyed storms. I find them unpredictable and menacing.

Too loud.

Too chaotic.

Instead of waiting for it to pour down on us, Sammi and I run out of the water, grab our small pile of belongings and run towards my cabin. Once inside, I toss her a t-shirt and a pair of cargo shorts to put on.

“I guess we’ll have to find something else to do,” I laugh, throwing on a pair of sweats and a loose AC/DC t-shirt.

“Maybe we should invite Dean down to watch a movie?” Sammi laughs.

“Why, so you can watch us?”

“Speaking of… Text Malachi. Right fucking now,” she insists, eyeing my phone that’s sitting on the end table.

“And say what exactly?”

“It’s not that complicated. Ask him if he’s okay with you messing around with Dean while he’s not around. That pretty much covers it, doesn’t it?”

“I guess it does…” I reply, grabbing my phone and scrolling for Malachi’s message thread.

After hesitating for a moment, I finally start to type out the message.

I have an important question…

I half expect him not to answer, but after a few long agonizing minutes, he does.

What’s that, baby girl?

So…Dean…is he, off limits to me when you’re not around?

Almost as if he wants me to sit here and squirm, he reads the message and doesn’t reply back for at least ten minutes, causing me to break into nervous sweat.

The second I hear the notification go off, I close my eyes and take a deep breath before opening the message to read his answer.

It’s completely up to you, baby. But—I want videos.

I let out a sigh of relief and turn the phone toward Sammi, holding my hand over my mouth while I keep my eyes on her facial expression as she reads the messages.

“Fuck yeah! See how damn simple that was?” She chuckles, half scolding me again for my overbearing brain.

“Well—I’m not leaving you down here all by yourself. Come up with me. I think he’s in the shop.”

“I think I’ll stay down here. I’m so fucking tired anyway. You go ahead! Get that fucking dick!”

“You know I will,” I reply, shooting her a wink as she heads out.

Once I see her enter the cabin and lock her door, I head toward the shop, hoping to find Dean in there.

When I don’t hear anything right away, I holler out to him.

With no answer, I decide to walk in a little further, considering the fact that he might be unable to answer or possibly even hurt somewhere under a car.

Just as I come around the side of a car, Dean reaches out and grabs me, lifting me up over his shoulder with me shrieking and kicking my feet.

He then carries me to the back of the shop.

I haven’t been this far into the building before, but it looks like he’s got his own little den back here, equipped with a TV and everything.

Before I can take in anything else around me, Dean puts me down, grabs my hips and presses his onto mine as his hands wander beneath my shirt.

“I want to taste you, pretty girl…” he moans in a tone of desperation.

“Only if you let me suck your cock first,” I tease with a smirk.

“I have an even better idea.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

Keeping his eyes held on mine, he lowers his shorts and sits down on the couch, motioning toward the floor with his index finger. “Strip and crawl to me, baby,” he says, his voice deep and demanding.

He spreads his arms across the back of the couch, eyeing me up and down like I’m a juicy steak as I lift my shirt up over my head and toss it off to the side. I then slowly trail my hands down my body, pulling my sweats off slowly as I stare into his dark eyes.

“Look at you… Fuuuck.” He groans as I kneel down on my hands and knees, arching my back as I move toward him slowly.

When I get to him, he motions for me to stand, positioning himself so that he’s lying down on the couch. “Suck my cock while you ride my face… I need to taste you.”

“A-are you sure?” I stutter, thinking about how dangerous that sounds.

“It wasn’t a question, baby. I’m waiting…”

Oh my god. I’ve never done this before.

Should he have a safe-word? You know—in case he’s fucking drowning?!

I shake my head, flashing him a hesitant look as if to say, “If you insist…”

Carefully, I position myself with my legs on either side of him, looking back at him nervously. His hands find my ass cheeks and he grips tight, swiping his tongue through my wetness.

The second he starts to hum against me, I wrap my mouth around his cock and slowly flick my tongue against the swollen head, teasing his balls with my hand, causing his moans to grow even louder.

I could listen to him all fucking day.

I don’t know what it is about a man moaning…

It just does something to me.

I open my mouth, allowing him to sink further, preparing myself as he lifts his hips and starts to thrust into the back of my throat. The louder I gag around him, the harder he sucks on my clit, making chills run up and down my spine.

When the pleasure becomes too much, I attempt to lift myself off him, his cock still resting in my mouth like a thermometer.

I hear him chuckle before he moves his tongue to my ass, swirling around the hole a few times before dipping his tongue inside me. The sensation is almost too much for me to handle but I can’t get away.

Needing to take a deep breath, I lift my head, allowing his cock to plop out of my mouth. “Fuuuck yes, just like that… make me fucking come!” I holler out as I reach between my legs and circle my clit while he penetrates me with his tongue.

I let the orgasm take over, my entire body shaking as I apply pressure to my clit. Reaching for the closest thing next to me, I claw at the back of the couch cushion and pull myself up, rocking my hips back and forth against his face, just like he told me to.

With his tongue still inside my ass, I come so hard that I can no longer hold myself up, clinging to the cushion for dear life as I ride out the high.

“H-holy s-shit!” I whimper, nearly collapsing on top of him.

From out of nowhere, I hear someone say something. A male voice. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think it sounds just like Malachi.

“I’ll add watching my girlfriend get her ass eaten while she sucks cock to the list of my highlights for the day.”

Dean slaps my ass and I lift myself off him, sliding forward a little so I can scramble off the couch. Just then, I see a phone propped up against the TV. Clearly I missed that when I scanned the area earlier.

I look back at Dean who’s sitting up on the couch now with a wide, satisfied grin on his face.

Sneaky motherfuckers.