The man’s gaze met Michaela’s, hot and hungry. He slipped a hand down to his crotch, stroking over his erection that strained against his pants. Michaela felt an answering surge of wetness in her pussy and oh God, she wanted to do something to this man. This stranger.
But would Austin let her? Would he want to do something like this? Was she wrong to even ask him?
She wouldn’t ask him, she couldn’t. She should get up, take Austin’s hand and run out of this place. Take him home and fuck him there, in the privacy of their apartment.
So why wasn’t she moving?
Austin wasn’t sure if Michaela wanted to take this a step further. He knew the man was interested. There was no denying that. He sent heated looks to him and Michaela. Austin knew if he told him to, the man would be on his knees sucking Austin’s dick with as much enthusiasm as he just licked that woman’s cunt.
How Austin knew this he wasn’t sure. He just did.
He’d just told Michaela he didn’t like to share and that hadn’t been a lie. But it would mean nothing, to interact with this man. Hell, she already helped the woman get off, shoving that flogger handle inside her pussy with a curious enthusiasm he found arousing. He knew Michaela was a natural at this.
Wanting to play, wanting to explore, she had little fear in letting her inner bad girl come out and shine. He loved that. They could bring in some interesting elements to their relationship all the while keeping the intimacy, the connection between them.
Austin shook his head, blown away by his thoughts. He needed to tell her how he really felt, what he really wanted from her. She would be receptive. He knew it.
He decided he would show her first. By offering her exactly what she wanted. And give her the push, the permission that she seemed to so desperately want.
Reaching out, he touched her shoulder. She turned, a tentative smile curving her lips, and he offered his hand without a word. She took it and he hauled her up to her feet. Her dress hung halfway off her, revealing her breasts. The small globes of creamy flesh rose and fell with her every breath, her nipples dusky pink and hard as diamonds.
“Take the dress off,” he commanded and her eyes flared at his request, the tone of his voice. Without a word, she shed the white garment until she stood before him in only a pair of white lace thong panties and her strappy silver stiletto sandals.
Austin curled his hands into fists. She was gorgeous, and he wanted to touch her so badly. “Don’t be afraid of what you want, Michaela.”
Her lips parted and she glanced over her shoulder yet again, indicating what she wanted. “What about you?”
“I want what you want.” It was true. There would be requirements, limits but he was willing to let her imagination run wild if that was what she chose to do.
She sunk her teeth into her l
ower lip, nibbling as she was prone to do when nervous. What a picture she made, nearly naked, her hair a cloud about her head, the ethereal, angel-like makeup emphasizing her delicate features. Innocent, looking like a little saint when she debated letting her inner vixen come roaring out.
He took her hand again, hauling her close, his eyes sliding momentarily shut at her sweet scent, and the way her body fit so perfect against his. “As long as I get to participate, I’m all for this. Are you? Can you live with yourself in the morning after what we plan on doing tonight?”
Michaela tilted her head back, her green eyes drinking him in, lips parted. Her tongue snuck out to lick those lush lips and she gave a jerky nod. “I want to share it with you.”
“Share what?” He needed to hear her say the words, believed she needed to hear herself say them too.
“Him.” She flicked her head toward the man who now stood silent behind her. “I want us to be with him.”
“Doing what?” Despite his feelings for her, despite how much he wanted her, his cock jerked at the thought of being with that man. Whatever his name was.
Her eyes closed and she visibly swallowed, as if trying to gain some inner strength just to say it. “I want to suck his cock.” Her eyes opened. “And I want you to suck his cock with me.”
Austin nodded once and tore his gaze from Michaela’s, pinning the man behind her with an intense stare. “What’s your name?”
The man lifted his firm chin. He was attractive, not normally Austin’s type but he would do. Even though he had the appearance of a macho ass, Austin suspected he was more of a submissive, at the very least a steady switch. There was too much softness in his gaze, too much acquiescence. “Jed.”
Austin cocked a brow. For real? “Jed?”
Jed shrugged. “Don’t wear it out.”
“Well, Jed, we want to thank you for including us in your activities tonight. We’d like to return the favor.”
The man smiled, spread his arms wide then let them fall at his side. “I am all yours.”
Austin nodded toward the woman who lay quietly on the bed. It was as if she might’ve even fallen asleep she was so still. “What about her?”