“Yes. I was so mad at him when he made me switch places but even more excited when he didn’t realize it was you afterward. He saw a beautiful woman coming undone by the sight of two people enjoying themselves on the dance floor, and he gave in to his baser urges.”
“He… didn’t… know…. ?“
She could barely get any words out through her pants, her hands pinching her nipples hard now.
“No, Spitfire, he didn’t. Did you like having his fingers in your dripping wet pussy?”
She sucked in a breath before an imperceptible nod could be seen. “Yes.”
“Well, when I’m alone at night, I think about that scene, but instead, it’s me touching you. I slipped my hand around your front and in between the high slit you had, and I grazed your thigh. I would think about how my hand would travel to your hot wet center, and how soft your skin would feel. The smell of your hair in my nostrils, the press of your body against me as I rubbed my hard cock against your back. I’d think about how easy it would be to bend you over the rail and slide into you. Slipping in so effortlessly.”
“Ohh, yes, can I?”
“Ah, you’re learning, Spitfire. Trail your hands down lower. I want to watch you touch your outer thighs. I want to see you skirt the outside of your panties and feel the wetness dripping there. Then I want you to tell me how it feels.”
“Um, I’ve never really talked about it before.”
“Nothing to be scared about, Loren. Just use your words to describe it to me, let me know.”
“Okay, I’ll try.”
“Slide your hand down lower, yes, just like that. My dick is so hard right now just from watching you. I don’t think you understand the appeal you have, how fucking sexy you are without even trying.”
“I like how you see me.”
She moved her hand lower and did as I’d instructed, her fingertips brushing along the lace.
“Spread your legs wider, baby. Then touch yourself, and tell me how you feel.”
“I feel… so very wet. Um, your voice makes me curl my toes, and thinking of you touching yourself to thoughts of me arouses me so much.”
“Mmm, yes. I thought about how easy it would be to fuck you on your desk, against the wall, in my shower, and even between Atticus and me. Would you like that, Spitfire? To be taken by two men at once?”
I leaned closer, my lips barely touching her skin as I spoke the last part. Her breath hitched, and I watched as her skin flushed at my words. She was still tracing the outside of the lace, so I gave her a little push.
“Dip your fingers in, Loren. Let me see how wet you really are. Let me hear how turned on you are by what I’m telling you. I think there’s a dark side of you that wants all the naughty things, who relishes the thought of bringing two powerful men to their knees.”
She slowly slipped her finger under, and I watched as she hesitantly ran her digit up her slit. I needed to up the stakes, so she wasn’t thinking so much. Moving off the bed, I grabbed a feather before returning between her legs.
“Loren, can I remove your panties? It's okay if you don’t want me to.”
“Um, yes, you can.”
Carefully, I unsnapped the garters, and slid her panties down, running the palms of my hands down her skin deliberately. I leaned in, trailing my nose up her thigh, breathing her in. “Fuck, Loren. You smell incredible. I just want to devour you.”
Once I had her legs free, I tossed the fabric on the floor and laid down between her legs. It would look perverted to anyone else, but I wasn’t there to peep. That was just a bonus. Using the control, I selected the speakers on the couch and added the effect of vibrating. Now anytime I spoke, she would feel it everywhere on her body.
Using the feather, I brushed it against her leg as I started again, trying not to thrust myself into the couch. “My favorite thing,” I started, pausing as she gasped, the vibration and bass now active. “Was to imagine you walking in on me touching myself and then screaming out your name. You’d walk over, give me a saucy wink and then drop to your knees and clean me up. Then you would make me watch you, just like this, as you screamed my name.”
“Oh, oh, that feels so good, Sax.”
“Yes, just like that, baby.” I rubbed the feather along her skin, heightening her senses. “Now, I need to watch you plunge your fingers into yourself, pulling them back slowly. Do it for me, Spitfire.”
“Yes, sir.”
She slid her hand back down, the bass decreasing now as I stopped talking, and I watched as she slid one finger in. “Yes, Loren. Go deep, coat yourself. Now, pull it back out slowly, and tease your clit for me. Teach me how you like to be pleasured. I want to learn all of your buttons. Show me,” I purred, the rumbles running right up her legs into her cunt as she gasped but thankfully didn’t stop this time.
Her moans were intoxicating, and I sat up, no longer able to lay there without giving in.