“You like them.”
She turned to stare at him and he nodded toward the triad. “You like seeing her with two men, don’t you?”
“Yes.” She nodded as she turned to watch them once more.
Not that he could blame her. That was the entire point for them being here tonight. And they were good, the three lovers. The woman was completely into it, whimpering low moans sounding deep in her throat as she sucked and licked the one man who stood before her. The other man continued to fuck her, the sound of his cock sliding in and out of her juicy pussy reaching Eric’s ears. A fresh wave of arousal washed over him and his cock came to life, hardening even more when Stacy’s hand drifted up higher on his thigh.
“You like it too, don’t you?” She looked at him again, hope gleaming in her eyes. “You find what they’re doing arousing, right?”
Was she
looking for affirmation? Approval of her sexual fantasies? Yeah, he thought it was arousing, but when it came right down to it he didn’t want to participate in any sort of threesome with Stacy.
Call him a selfish bastard but he didn’t want to share her. With anyone.
“It’s very arousing.” He leaned in close and decided to play it up. Even if he didn’t want to share her, he had no problem fueling her fantasy tonight. Because no matter what, they weren’t going to play—they were just going to observe. “Can you imagine me fucking you while you suck another man’s cock?”
A shuddering sigh escaped her, and she nodded once.
“Or would you like to suck my cock while a stranger fucks you from behind? Sucking and fucking—doesn’t sound like a bad deal now, does it?”
“It sounds…intimidating. To actually do it.” Her voice was shaky, and she sounded unsure.
He couldn’t help the triumphant feeling surging within him. Good. He wouldn’t mind keeping her unsure about the entire thing.
“That’s why I wanted to ease you into it.” Leaning in, he brushed a few stray strands of hair away from her forehead, drew his finger down her temple. “First we’ll watch. Next we’ll do.”
“We’ll do?” She visibly swallowed. He saw the delicate movement of her throat, and he knew his remark made her even more nervous.
“Yeah.” He didn’t say another word, just gave her shoulder a squeeze and pressed a fleeting kiss to her cheek. “Let’s watch.”
Oh, he was a devious bastard, but he couldn’t help himself. Pretending that he had all sorts of grand plans for the two of them was just enough to keep her on her toes. It was one thing to imagine doing all sorts of wicked nasty acts. It was another to watch people engaged in wicked nasty sexual acts.
And it was yet another thing to actually participate.
The men readjusted their position with the woman so she lay sandwiched between them. The man beneath her had his cock buried deep in her ass. The other man sat on his knees before her, his cock poised at the entry of her pussy.
“Stick it in me,” the woman demanded, her voice husky.
Stacy shivered, her hand going so high it settled on his groin. Eric’s cock strained beneath the fly of his jeans, eager for her touch and she stroked him absently. Almost as if she didn’t realize she did it.
He realized though. And he wanted more.
The woman groaned when the man filled her. Stacy sucked in a harsh breath as the three moved in tandem, two cocks sliding in and out of the woman’s more than willing body. Their sweaty flesh slapped against each other as they moved, the men’s low groans and the woman’s sweet cries growing louder with each thrust. Stacy sat forward, her gaze solely focused on the threesome before them, her hand dropping away from Eric’s crotch.
Disappointment filled him, but he pushed it aside. He leaned back, resting against the couch, reaching out and touching her so he could stay connected with her. He drew his fingers down the middle of her back, the silky-soft fabric of her dress a sensual glide beneath his fingertips. Tracing her spine, he let his fingers drift lower and lower, tugging on the hem of her skirt.
Indicating what he wanted without saying a word.
She understood his demand, lifting her ass for a brief moment so he could pull the skirt of her dress out. Anticipation curled through him as he snuck his hand beneath her skirt, reaching until he encountered warm, bare skin.
Meaning she wore no panties.
Leaning forward, he whispered in her ear, “You’re a naughtier girl than I thought.”
“Oh?” She sounded nonchalant, distracted, and he wondered if she merely pretended to not know what he spoke of or if she really was too wrapped up in the sexual display before them.
“Yes.” He stroked her lower back, let his fingers nudge against the top of the crack of her ass. “You forgot to put on your panties.”