“We don’t have a van.Why would you think there was a van?”Danny’s confusion was as fake as Reese’s naiveté.
I shook my head.“I think the candy analogy has run its course.”
“Thank fuck, because I’d rather have some good dick than a piece of candy,” Reese said.
Danny snorted a laugh, and the three of us headed toward the elevator.We stepped into the lift with two other couples.
Reese stood next to me.“But seriously, what’s the plan?”
Danny was on my other side.“We were waiting for you, to discuss specific details.”
“It’s assumed that tabs and slots are involved.”I kept my reply intentionally vague.
It didn’t seem to matter, since one person huffed and another laughed.
Reese cast a glance in their direction.“That’s too bad.I was looking for dicks.Pretty sure I already said that.”
It was probably a good thing both couples got off at the next floor.I pressed into Reese’s back and glided a hand up her bare leg, thanks to the slit in her dress.“Would you rather watch or be watched?”
“What do you think?”Reese countered.“Are we giving the guy on the other side of the security camera a show?”
That was tempting—stop the elevator and finger her right here until she came.Here.The idea sent a rush through me.I had grasp of the sensibility to keep from doing so, but I hooked her dress over her hip, glided my hands along the edge of her panties and teased between her legs.
Her gasp was as delicious as Danny’s soft moan.
“She could do both, couldn’t she?”Danny asked.
Reese leaned more of her weight against me, and her heat seared through my skin.“Watching and being watched?”
“That sounds delicious,” I growled against her neck.
We reached our floor, and the three of us walked to the room.The suite inside was stunning and spacious with a balcony overlooking the city.If it was warmer, it would be tempting to fuck out there.I unzipped Reese’s dress without hesitation.
She stepped out of the dress, leaving her in panties, stockings, and shoes.She held herself with the same grace and poise as if she were walking across the stage fully clothed, andfuckshe was gorgeous.There was a couch near the balcony and a chair with an ottoman across from that.She perched on the chair, back straight and legs crossed at the knee.
I knew I wasn’t the only one watching her, captivated, as she uncrossed her legs, ala Sharon Stone, but in Reese’s case, there was no pausing for a frame or two for a glimpse of what she was showing off.She set both feet on the floor, legs together, gaze on us.
This was at least as scorching as feeling her up in the elevator.
Palms on her knees, she parted her legs.She drew her fingers up the inside of her thighs, and paused three-quarters of the way up.A single strip of red satin and lace covered her pussy.“I was promised this show went both ways.”Reese’s voice was husky.
She didn’t have to say that again.I turned to Danny and worked his tie loose to let it hang around his neck.While I trailed my fingers down the front of his shirt, undoing every button I encountered, he cupped me through my slacks, teasing my cock and drawing it from half to completely hard.
We took our time undressing each other, stripping away clothes in between stealing kisses, running our hands over each other, and stroking erections.The moans and groans that filled the room were the perfect intro to the song we were creating.
When Danny and I were naked, we settled on the couch, attention half on each other and half on Reese.
A soft smile played on her face as she cupped her breasts and played with her nipples.Her lips were slightly parted, and pink flushed her skin.
Danny stroked me, and I stroked him, keeping a perfect rhythm.
Reese slid her panties down her legs and kicked the red G-string aside, exposing herself.Incredible sight, especially with her as fascinated by us as I was by her.
She teased herself, gliding fingers over slick skin, then dipping in her opening.She pumped slowly, her moans growing louder in a slow build.
I was intoxicated by Danny’s touch, by his hot shaft in my hand, and by the flush running over Reese’s body.Her gasps.Danny’s grunts.The orchestra of the sounds we made was as good as any collection of instruments.
Reese’s chest heaved in a more erratic pattern, and she moved her fingers to her clit.Her eyelids fluttered.She licked her lips.Sighs became moans became cries as she sped toward crescendo.No, not crescendo—changeover.