“Condom in my purse,” I said to him.
Footsteps carried him away while I kept her poised on the brink. Like when she’d been on the table, her hips rotated on my hand, trying to set the pace, so I pinched her swollen clit. She stopped instantly, a moan dying in her throat.
The sound of the condom wrapper being ripped open spurred me into action. I eased my hand out of her, grabbed her elbow and pulled her back up to sitting. I was curious how Silas was going to want to take her, but then he answered it by sitting on the floor beside me, his back against the foot of the couch, his legs straight out on the carpet.
“You want me to untie her?” I asked, figuring it be easier if she had use of her hands.
He nodded as he rolled the condom down the length of his cock. I wrapped my arms around her waist to reach behind her, and my fingers worked lose the knots he’d tied. She stared down at me like I was fascinating, and her attentiveness only made my desire stronger.
There’d been something missing between all of my partners before Silas, and I’d been convinced it was them. The ache and unsatisfied feeling which lingered after sex, even when my orgasms had been fulfilled, left me wondering if it was always going to be like that. A letdown. It hadn’t really been them, it’d been me. I’d held myself back on a leash until Silas.
I pulled Tara down off the couch so we were kneeling together beside him, and I slid a hand down her back, grabbing the soft globe of her ass. My other hand was on her hip, pressing her against me. Our naked breasts collided. It felt . . . pleasant. There wasn’t another word I could find to describe it, but I liked her soft skin pushed against mine.
Tara was ready for my kiss. Her lips opened, welcoming my tongue, and her mouth was as scorching hot as the rest of her had been. When I ended the kiss, I took my hand off her ass and brought it back down with a loud smack.
“Get on him. I want to watch you fuck that cock.” I ordered it with a dark voice. I was out of control with excitement and weirdly in complete control of all other aspects of the scene.
“Regan.” Once again, Silas said my name like it was a dirty word, and it sounded so fucking good. His expression was painted with concern. “You’re sure?”
I didn’t want to just tell him I was sure, I wanted to show him. I grabbed a handful of her blonde hair, and forced her over him so she straddled his lap. Tara put her hands on his shoulders to stabilize herself, but her gaze remained on mine. Both of them staring at me. Yes. She understood exactly who was in command right now.
I lifted the corner of my mouth into a smile, wordlessly giving her permission to go ahead.
Holy fucking God, it was erotic. Naughty and wrong, yet I couldn’t stop watching as she sank down, his cock disappearing in her body. My grip in her hair guided her slowly down, and my other hand covered hers on his shoulder. Competing desires rose up. I wanted to kiss him, but I also
didn’t want to stop watching.
In the end, the desire to connect with him was stronger. I held her perfectly still on him, while I leaned over and brushed my lips against his. He tasted like sin. The kiss was only supposed to last a moment, but he had other plans. He trapped my head in his hands and claimed me, branding his kiss on my lips.
Lust and wickedness were a dangerous combination, but they looked beautiful on Silas. His gaze was so focused on me, it felt like he could see right inside to the secrets I was keeping. I kept our eye-contact unbroken as I moved my hand, commanding my sub to begin.
Kissing him while she’d sucked his cock was sexy, but kissing him while he was fucking her was so much better. Once she’d found the tempo I’d wanted, I let her go and sat back on my heels. Her tits bounced as she rode him, her head flung back, and waves rolled through her long curtain of hair. Silas had a hand on her waist. I’d set the original pace, but it seemed too slow for him. He drove up beneath her, unleashing a groan of approval as she matched the tempo his hips demanded.
“Yeah,” he grunted. His hand on her waist glided up until it was on the spot where her neck met her body. “Tell her how much you like my cock inside you.”
Tara’s head came up and her gaze searched, finding me quickly. Her cheeks were flushed and she panted it out. “He feels amazing.”
“Does he?” I moved so I was right beside her, my knees against her leg. I spanked her, causing her to yelp. “Answer me.”
“Oh, God. Yes, Mistress.”
She already seemed close to coming again. I dipped my hand between their bodies, buried my fingers on her wet clit, and rubbed furiously as she pumped on him.
“Are you going to come all over his cock? Is your pussy going to make a big mess?”
She flinched at my question, but her face twisted with enjoyment. It turned her on. My hand that wasn’t working her clit, cupped the nape of her neck and reminded her of my dominance. I put my lips at the sensitive spot below her ear, kissing and nipping.
It made her wild. She thrashed on him, shuddering and gasping, her orgasm mounting and then seemingly right upon her.
What Silas and I were doing was intensely hot, but it was the way we synced that turned my insides to liquid. I sat back from her at the same moment his grip locked down on her hips, forcing her to stop. Neither one of us wanted her to lose control just yet. Her gasp was a frustrated sob, the sound of it illustrating exactly how much power we had over her. It was thrilling when his expression mirrored what I was feeling.
“Get up on the couch,” Silas said. “I want to make you come.”
Oh, fuck me. We’d just denied her orgasm and now he was going to give me one, right in front of her. He was evil and I loved it.
He shifted so his head was laying back on the couch cushion. I stood, took a knee beside his shoulder, and grabbed the back of the couch, facing the wall. My body was alight with anticipation, beyond ready for his indecent kiss. I positioned myself so his face was between my thighs, and lowered down until there was the contact of his wet tongue.
My knuckles tightened on the fabric-covered wood of the couch, and I leaned over, putting my cheek against the wall. “Fuck.”