The lips on my neck paused, as if Joseph was watching them. Dominic wrapped his strong arms around Payton, threading a hand through her hair, holding her head steady while he stared down at her. “Come for me. Right now.”
She gasped. Visible tremors traveled up her legs, and her body went limp. The gasp built into a moan, then crescendoed into a cry as she shuddered in his embrace. Coming. Only from his command.
Dominic’s focus turned from the woman moaning in his arms to us, but I knew he wasn’t seeing me. His expression was challenging toward Joseph and . . . territorial?
“Shit.” Joseph’s voice was loud by my ear. “Not bad.” His mouth came back to my skin at the spot where my neck met my shoulder. “If I trained you to come on my command,” his lips feathered over my skin, “I wouldn’t ask permission. I’d just do it over and over again until you passed out.”
Could that happen? Could Joseph make the orgasms come so easily he could just demand them? Heat poured through my veins. Joseph’s fingers walked across my waist, slipping both hands beneath the bottom of my shirt. Cool air crept in.
The word was unstoppable, and I spoke it on barely a breath. “Wait.”
“No. You want this. You’re arching your back and making it easier for me.”
Oh my God, I was. The shirt was carried up with his hands, exposing my midriff. Further until it was bunched up around my chest, my bra-covered breasts visible. He was right. A fever burned in me, craving for his hands to tug on my nipples through the flimsy fabric. Holy hell, I wanted him to pull my bra down and twist my breasts until they ached. And I wanted Dominic and Paton to see.
But the couple was busy. She kissed him aggressively, set her hands flat on his chest, and shoved him down to sit on the table. He slid further onto the tabletop so his bent knees hung at the edge, and leaned back, bracing himself on his arms. Without words and using a single look to communicate, Payton climbed up on him, straddling his lap, her hands on his shoulders.
Her hand glided down his chest, curling her fingers around him, and held him steady as her hips began to lower down.
Holy fucking God.
My chest was so tight, I couldn’t breathe. Joseph’s fingers rubbed my nipples and brought them to painfully hard points. I gave a noise that was like a soft whine. His touch was overpowering, and although I wanted to close my eyes to enjoy it better, I didn’t dare. He’d order me to open them, and deep down, I couldn’t miss a second of what I was seeing.
Dominic’s moan was deep when she was fully seated on him. “Take it off. I need to see all of you.”
Payton’s hands went to the center of the corset, her fingers quickly undoing the slide clasps that held it closed. Her breasts burst free, and she tossed the garment aside, instantly filling her hands with the large, round globes. Pushing them together, she leaned forward so Dominic could bury his face between them.
That was when she began to move up and down. Riding him with her knee only an inch from the edge of the small tabletop they filled. I clenched my jaw. I had to stop panting because it sounded embarrassing, and I shifted in the seat, unbearably uncomfortable.
“What do you want?” The dark voice whispered in my ear. “Tell me, little girl. What do you need?”
I was half out of my mind. “I need you to fuck me.”
He exhaled and the breath rolled over my skin in a wave, caressing down my chest. There was no response. Joseph had definitely heard me. Dominic and Payton would have too, but they were in their own world right now. She shifted forward and back in his lap, hammering down on him so hard her breasts bounced with each repeated impact. Her head was cast back, and his mouth on her neck.
As her pace grew in intensity, Dominic used only one hand to support himself, and put the other on her waist, helping her keep the furious tempo.
“Look at how deep he’s fucking her. Imagine how good that feels. You want my cock that deep inside you?”
“Yes.” I was sure I had never wanting anything more.
But once again, Joseph fell silent. What was he waiting for? I was smart enough to know we were playing a game, but didn’t know the rules.
I turned my head toward his. “Please.” My plea was soft and filled with desperation. “Joseph, please. I need you inside me. I want them to watch as you fuck me.”
The hands left my body and I shivered when their warmth was gone, but sighed in relief as his chair slid quietly away. He came into view, and the lust that painted Joseph’s expression made each nerve in my body tingle. Every inch of me was at his attention.
“Listen to you beg. You’re a dirty girl,” he said, although in his tone it sounded like a compliment. “You’d let my friends watch?”
My sex-drunk mind had my thoughts sluggish. Could I do it? “Yes.” Oh yes, I could, especially with the way Joseph stared at me. The smile that I’d pleased him intensified the emptiness I felt, which only he could fill.
I was marginally aware that he undid the side zipper on my skirt and pulled it down. I’d been bashful at first, but now I embraced it all. Naïve, inexperienced Noemi was about to go down in a blaze of sin so hot it’d melt metal.
But . . . wait. I was sitting in a chair, how was this going to happen and not be uncomfortable for both of us? When I moved my arms, the handcuffs answered back. He hadn’t just handcuffed them together, he’d put them through one of the slats in the chairback, which meant I couldn’t stand up.
“Joseph—”
On stage, Payton took in huge gulps of breath, her gorgeous face sheened with sweat. Beneath her, Dominic wasn’t fairing much better. He was slick with sweat and his supporting arm shook with exertion.