“Go over to the counter and put your hands on it,” I said. While my tone was deeper than it had been before, it wasn’t harsh. It made her eyes widen and yet her pupils dilated because I sank into the role and she knew things had changed.
Her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink, which had me wondering how pink she’d be other places. Her pussy. Her nipples. Her crinkled little asshole.
“Now?” she asked, a little surprised. “Here?”
“Now,” Poe replied. He’d been quiet, watching. Waiting. Until now. Now he wanted to be just as involved, for her to know that we were all in on this. Together.
I practically held my breath as we watched. It was obvious she was thinking hard. Real hard. It was one thing to say she wanted all of us, to have someone take charge, another to hand all that over.
Slowly, she pushed back her chair and stood. Fuck, she was gorgeous. Curvy, lush. Big. She wouldn’t break because of our large hands and our big dicks. She could handle us. How she wasn’t claimed yet was beyond me. And yet, she wasn’t a virgin. Some idiot let her go, which was our gain.
She walked over to the counter, set her hands on the flat surface just as I’d asked. Her back was to us, so she glanced over her shoulder. Wariness and heat. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip. “This is a little weird. I haven’t seen Gus in years and I’ve just met you two.”
Poe pushed his chair back, turned it so we faced her. Had a front row seat to a sexy show.
“There’s not much difference between right now and tonight,” I said.
We’d wait, no problem. If she wasn’t comfortable or ready, we’d give her all the time in the world. But she’d done exactly as I’d said. She wanted this, even if her mind was struggling with it.
“I feel like one of you is going to frisk me or something.”
“Only if you want us to,” I replied.
“I’m working.”
“And we will be soon, too,” Gus added. “Trust us. Give over, pixie.”
She took a deep breath, let it out. Nodded.
Fuck, yes. “All I want you to do right now is work your jeans down over your hips, stick that gorgeous ass out and show us your pussy,” I told her. “We’ll sit right here and watch.”
Her mouth fell open, but she didn’t look like she wanted to come across the room and slap me, or worse, use her Taser on me. No, her cheeks flushed even darker and she bit her lip. Her mind was working. Hard. But she was aroused. Interested. Willing.
“I thought you were going to show me which of you has the biggest dick.”
“Later,” Gus said. He did a little circle with his finger as a silent command to turn around.
We waited. Gus had barely moved since she’d stood up, clearly a little stunned how things were going. He’d hoped she’d be into all three of us, but probably expected to have to woo her, court her even, coax her into the idea.
There’d been no coaxing. Hell no.
She might not have been so bold on her own, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to have three men watch her. Since I t
old her what to do, commanded even, it had taken the pressure off her shoulders. I was making her show us her pussy, which made it okay for her. She was submitting to my words, doing as I wanted, which in turn, got her exactly what she needed.
She turned away once again, worked the belt on her jeans and shimmied them down her legs so they settled mid-thigh. The creamy skin was just a small strip because her shirttail fell over her ass. With her utility belt snug around her waist, loaded with her gun, Taser, cuffs and other things, she couldn’t pull it up. Still, the fact that she’d done what I’d said made pre-cum drip from my dick. I shifted in my chair trying to get comfortable.
Parker was submissive. An exhibitionist, at least to a degree. She’d show herself to us, but no one else. She wasn’t shy. Wasn’t timid in her sexuality. And, she was horny. For all three of us.
“Stick that ass out, pixie,” Gus told her. He ran a hand over the back of his neck, as if he were struggling not to go over and tug her hips back for her. To open up his jeans, pull out his dick and fuck her.
I knew the feeling.
Lowering herself to her forearms, Parker bent over and that had her shirt riding up, her ass exposed, but covered in silky pink panties. The gusset was darker, wet from her arousal and the material clung to her folds.
“Oh shit,” Gus whispered, and out of the corner of my eye—no fucking way was I looking away from Parker—saw him shift himself in his jeans.
She wasn’t looking at us, but straight at the wall in front of her.