Isabelle flushes a deep crimson, but she obeys, shifting back to her lazy fucking of Gaeton even as she watches me. I cross the room slowly, pulling off my clothes as I do. “What am I going to do with the two of you?”
“I could think of a few things,” Gaeton rumbles.
“Selfish,” I murmur. A thousand possibilities dance through my mind, but ultimately there’s only one way tonight needs to go. We have all the time in the world to play out alternative versions. “You always were selfish when it came to Isabelle.”
“Can you blame me?” He coasts his hands up her hips and cups her breasts as I round the bed to the nightstand. “Look at her.”
I’m looking, but not just at her. Perfect. Tonight is so fucking perfect, I can’t stand it. I grab the lube and move around to climb up onto the mattress behind Isabelle, kneeling between Gaeton’s spread thighs. “Her pussy feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Fucking paradise.”
I trace a finger down her spine, stopping at the small of her back. “I’m going to take your ass tonight, princess. Are you ready to have both of us?”
“Yes.” She clears her throat. “Yes, Sir. Yes, Sirs.”
I move my hand up and press it to the middle of her back, guiding her down to Gaeton’s chest. I hold his gaze as I spread lube over her ass. “Tomorrow, we figure out living arrangements.”
Gaeton huffs out a laugh. “Plenty of time to talk about that in the morning.”
“Yeah.” I push a finger into Isabelle and grin when she squirms. “But we’ll be spending at least half our time in the family residence.”
Understanding slowly dawns in his dark eyes. “Quite a few parties on the horizon, too.”
“Exactly.” I squeeze Isabelle’s hip and guide my cock to her ass. She’s not as experienced in this as Gaeton is, so I go slow. The last thing I want is to move too fast and hurt her. Gaeton must feel the same way, because he’s already smoothing his big hands over her body. “Relax, Rose. Let him do the work.”
“It might be easier if you take your big cock out of her pussy,” I grind out, sinking another inch into her.
“Probably.” But he makes no effort to do it.
I laugh a little. “Isabelle?”
“I’m good.” She shifts back, taking me deeper, and moans. “I’m really, really good.”
“Next time there’s a party, princess.” I sink the last inch into her and exhale slowly. “Next time, wear that yellow dress Tink made for you. No panties. I want to come back to that little room and find Gaeton inside you. I don’t give a fuck if it’s tongue or fingers or cock.”
She sobs out a breath. “Yes, Sir.”
“Then he’s going to fuck you.” I lean down until my lips brush her ear and my chest is pressed to her back. “And I’m going to watch. I might even leave the door open a bit so you have to be particularly quiet.”
“Oh, gods.”
Gaeton’s hands move up to my hips and squeeze. “And after you make a round of polite talk with all those assholes, you’re going to go back in that room, lift up your skirt, and let Beast bend you over the couch.”
“Back and forth,” I murmur.
Gaeton’s words begin as soon as mine end, and we both start to move. He hisses out a breath. “How long before you’re dripping our come, Rose? How long before someone catches you on one of our cocks?”
Isabelle moans and writhes. “What if I want both?”
“Greedy.”
“Little slut.” Gaeton grins at me over her shoulder, though his expression is as pained as mine feels. “Guess you’ll have to ride my cock and put on a good enough show to tempt Beast over.”
It’s everything I can do to keep my movements slow and controlled and not pound into her, chasing the desire of this situation compounded with the fantasy we’re spinning with our words. “Wouldn’t want to smudge your lipstick. Then everyone would know.”
Each breath sobs from her lips. “My ass. You’ll have to take it like you are now.”
Gaeton curses and his hands spasm on my hips, pulling me harder into her. It causes her to writhe and clench down around both of us, which has him cursing again. “No way to pretend you’re not a little slut if someone walks into find both our cocks buried in you.”
“I’m your little slut. Both of yours.” She reaches up and cups his face and kiss him hard. “I wouldn’t stop, no matter who walked in. I’d beg you not to stop.”
It’s one fantasy we won’t play out. Not exactly like this. But … I carefully pull out of her. “Gaeton.”
He’s already nodding. “Got it.” He climbs off the bed and walks out of the room. Isabelle turns around and kisses me, pulling me down to press her against the bed.