“The bra first,” Sam instructed.
Scarlet reached behind her and unhooked the clasp. Tossed the lingerie aside.
“Now the panties,” Sam said. “Slowly. And bring them to me.”
Her pussy clenched. She should have known they’d turn this into a wicked game that stimulated h
er as much as it did them.
Crooking her thumbs in the strands at her sides, she dragged the satin downward. When she reached her knees, she bent at the waist again. Stepped out of the g-string. Took her time straightening, her gaze landing first on Michael, then sliding to Sam.
She walked over to him, crisscrossing one leg in front of the other with her gradual progression. Sam’s eyes were glued to her. When she reached him, she dropped the panties in his lap.
“Per your request.” She smiled slyly.
He rubbed the scant material between his finger and thumb and his irises darkened with lust. “You’re wet.” He lifted the lingerie to his nose and inhaled deeply. “Fuck, you smell good.”
“She tastes even better,” Michael informed him in his deep, intimate voice.
“I’m about to find out.” Sam gazed up at her and said, “Put your foot on the top of my thigh.”
She did, balancing on one leg.
“Stick your finger in your pussy,” Sam told her.
Scarlet slid her hand along her hip and to her apex. Her fingertip glided over her clit and then dipped into the tight canal.
Sam said, “Now brush that finger over your lips.”
Her pulse jumped. She wasn’t even sure anymore who was more aroused—them or her.
She followed Sam’s lead.
“Kiss me,” he demanded in a low, smoldering tone.
Scarlet’s foot slipped from his thigh and she pressed her knee to the cushion at his hip so that she could lean over him. Her mouth swept against his. Sam’s tongue darted out and swiped at her lips.
“Nice,” he murmured lustily.
She engaged him in soft, playful kisses.
But it was a huge mistake to think she was in control.