She slid a hair band off her wrist and held it up for me to tie at the end. Yeah, she liked when I took hold of it, too. Once that was done, I moved to the clasp at the back of her bra, unhooked it. I reveled in the feel of her silky skin as I helped the straps off her shoulders and down her arms.
Cy swore again, turned away, ran his hand over his beard.
“Give him a minute,” I whispered, then kissed behind her ear, nibbled at the spot at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.
I smiled as she sucked in a breath, knowing that was one of her hot spots.
Her scent filled my head, the taste of her skin was on my tongue, the heat from her body as she leaned into me… nothing sexier than her giving over to me.
Maybe that was it. Maybe we needed to work Cy into it. We’d both had time to think about all of us together. Cy’d had five minutes.
I had no doubt his dick was hard enough to pound nails, but we wanted his head in the game, too.
“Come here, doll,” I said, hooking her hand in mine and pulling her over to the old couch.
I dropped onto it, then settled her between my spread legs. “Put your hands on the back of the couch,” I told her as I met her pale eyes. I watched them flare with heat right before she did as she was told. She couldn’t see Cy, but knew he was watching.
The position forced her to lean forward, her hands on either side of my head, her tits right fucking there, her nipples little raspberry tips to nibble and suck.
I feasted on one as she tossed her head back, her braid falling down her right side.
“Lucas,” she whimpered.
I lifted my hand, cupped her lonely other breast and played. She was so responsive, I could get her incredibly hot just from nipple play. I could probably get her to come, but both of us had been too impatient to find out.
“How wet are you?” I murmured as I kissed my way to her other nipple.
“So wet.”
“Show Cy,” I breathed, right before nipping lightly, then sucking to gently soothe it.
She reached down to undo the front of her jeans, but one handed, it was hard. I helped her, sliding down the zipper and pushing her pants over her hips, leaving them mid-thigh.
I knew the moment she stuck her ass out because I got a nice mouthful of tit.
Cupping her breasts, I tilted my head to the side to look at Cy. He was standing there, watching. One hand was rubbing over his dick through his jeans, his gaze affixed to her ass.
“Is she wet?” I asked him, tugging on her nipples.
He grunted, then took a step closer. “Those red panties are soaked through.”
Hailey looked over her shoulder at him, her braid sliding down and brushing my arm.
“You going to fuck me or play with your dick like a teenager watching his first porn?”
He stepped close, spanked her, then rubbed his palm over the spot. She shivered and her eyes flared wide, clearly surprised he’d lit up her ass. I’d never done it before with her, but this reaction…
“Interesting,” Cy said, clearly noticing the same thing. “That sass normal? If it is, you’re going to have my handprint on your ass more often than not.”
Finally. Thank fuck.
“Again,” she said, wiggling her hips.
“You like getting spanked, don’t you?” He shook his head, licked his lips. “You don’t call the shots, sweetheart. You want to get fucked, you do it my way… our way,” he added, looking to me and giving me a slight nod.
He was in.
“And wiggling that ass isn’t going to get it spanked, but it might get it fucked.”