“You left the door open, Loki,” he tells us, his voice rough, but surprisingly, given his words, he’s not chastising. His eyes take us both in. Me on my knees, and Loki with his pants open. Ash’s nostrils flare. “I think there’s time before dinner for Lilly to have a treat for that, wouldn't you agree, Loki?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” Loki replies, still a little breathless, leaning up on his elbows. “What would you suggest?”
Ash pauses, rubbing his chin with his thumb and index finger.
“Loki, lie back. Lilly, take your skirt off and sit on his face, facing me,” he commands. My breath hitches at the authority in his tone, and my pussy gets even wetter.
“Yes, sir,” Loki teases, and I catch a flare of heat in Ash’s gaze.
I stand up, unzipping my pleated cotton nineteen-fifties style skirt, dropping it to the carpet, leaving me in my lace topped stockings, a blush pink suspender belt, and lace thong set.
“I swear, you wear this shit to torment me and make me fucking cream my pants like a thirteen year old seeing pussy for the first time,” Loki growls out looking up at me, and I chuckle.
He lies back on the bed, legs dangling off the edge.
“You heard the Captain, Pretty Girl. Come sit on my face,” Loki tells me cheekily. I look behind me at Ash, whose gaze is all kinds of intense, then turn back and walk to the other side of the bed, climbing on.
I crawl over to Loki, keeping eye contact with Ash the whole time. I manoeuvre myself so that I'm on my knees, my pussy hovering over Loki's face.
Loki's hands smooth up each thigh, playing with the lace of my stockings and pinging my suspenders, then growling under his breath when he finds my thong.
“This is in my way, wouldn't you say so, Ash?” he asks.
“Rip it off,” Ash orders, and before I can even make a sound of protest, Loki takes it in his hands and snaps one side then the other until it falls off and he tosses it away.
The fucker!I open my mouth to reprimand Ash when he speaks again.
“Not a peep, Princess. Or Loki stops,” Ash drawls, a perfect black brow raised. I snap my mouth shut.
“Good girl,” Ash praises, still standing in the doorway, his eyes full of ravenous hunger.
My breath quickly turns to a stifled moan as Loki's hot tongue finds my dripping wet cunt. He starts lapping at me, swallowing every drop that I'm giving him.
“Eyes on me, Princess.” Ash's voice is hard with a slight strain.
My eyes open, I hadn't even realised that they'd closed. I'm looking directly into Ash’s steel grey ones from across the room.
My breath stutters at the look of desperate longing that I see in his eyes. It’s there for just a moment, but feels like a lifetime, then Ash’s gaze changes, the tumultuous emotions disappearing to be replaced with hard unfiltered lust.
“Touch your clit, Princess,” he commands. Loki groans, a shudder cascading over me at the combination of Ash's words, and the vibrations of Loki’s noise.
My hand travels down over the front of my body to find my clit, and I start rubbing the sensitive bud, sending shockwaves running through me like an electric current.
“Ash...I…I need…” My eyes still locked with his, pleading with him for more.
“More, Loki,” Ash demands, voice full of tension, not chastising me for speaking against his orders.
Loki starts licking and sucking so hard, his tongue thrusting inside me, that I'm screaming his name, then Ash’s along with my own release within minutes. My lids close, unable to stay open, and my body going rigid before turning to jelly.
Panting, I crack open my eyes to see that Ash is gone, the doorway now empty. I can’t help but feel a pang of loss at his departure.
I swing my leg over and off of Loki, looking down to see his chin glistening with my juices and a cocksure smile on those beautiful, biteable lips.
We hear Kai calling to us that dinner is ready, and Loki huffs out a laugh.
“Come on, Pretty Girl.” He sighs, curling up to a sitting position.
I just stare at him, confused.