A nod. A smile that she can’t hide.
“Then strip, baby,” I command.
A breath gusts out of her, the wait, the expectation finally drawing to a close. She hands her glass to Luca who places it next to her clutch. Twisting, she presents Brecken with her back, asking, “Unzip me?”
Slowly, evilly slowly, his hand drags down the zip. The dress, heavy with an inner lining, whooshes off her frame and pools at her feet.
“Holy fuck,” Luca says roughly, seeing her stockings and suspender, her lacy sheer thong, the edges scalloped. And don’t get me started on the little black bow center front of the bra, or decorating the thong, the suspender. If I was alone, I would not be standing here staring; I’d be ripping everything off her.
To hell with toying with her. It’s been too long.
“Right?” I say, having discovered at least fifty percent of her underwear already tonight.
Winter peers at Brecken over her shoulder. An invitation to comment or join in when he’s comfortable. While Luca and I were away they had a long chat, according to Brecken. But I want him involved. We all do.
My hot gaze rakes over Winter’s mostly naked form. “And the rest,” I tell her, her hands quickly coming behind her as she unsnaps her bra, dropping it to the floor. Carefully, she unclips the stockings, bending over to drag them down her pretty legs. When she’s removed both of them, she wriggles out of the suspender and drops it at Brecken’s feet.
The look he gives her is dangerous. Primal and carnal. It’s a man at the edge of his willpower. When he continues to hold himself in check, I demand, “Thong.”
Her manicured nails dig into the flimsy straps at her hips, shedding the last of her sexy lingerie. My cock strains against my trousers. The thong lands by her feet, Brecken reaching down and gathering it into his hands after she steps away. He buries his face in the material, licking his lips when he pulls the material away.
“Is she wet?”
“Soaked,” he answers thickly. His breathing has turned shallow, his eyes aflame. His famous restraint is rapidly disappearing. Soon, it’ll be nothing but a frayed thread, easily pulled apart by the merest plea. Winter doesn’t know it but that’s all she needs to do. Ask him for it. Demand it. He won’t be able to turn her down.
She’s been too fucking reasonable. Too understanding.
The sparkling diamond necklace is all that remains, but that’s staying on. Imagining her stretched out and wearing only that one item has my pulse screaming.
“Good girl,” I praise. “So wet for us.” I hold out my hand towards her. She grasps it, and I pull her to the huge table. It’s wide enough for two people to sit at the head of each end, and it’s easily twice as long as she is. With her heels on.
“Up,” I instruct. “Lie back.”
The chairs are exactly where I need them, and I’m about to move her feet onto the backs, but then Luca says, “Tie her up.”
Passing me his belt, I secure one of her feet to the top of a chair. Then I strip my belt from its loops, buckling her other ankle to another chair. With her legs bent in a sharp upside-down V, and her bum close to the edge of the table, it makes her undeniably accessible.
I kiss each knee, running a hand down her soft inner thigh. “You going to let me eat your pussy?” I remove my cuff links and begin to fold back my sleeve. “Let me feast on you as the others watch?”
More ragged nods. A breathy response of “Yes,” comes.
When I’ve folded back the second sleeve, I run my hand down her inner thigh, her muscles twitching. “So good for me.”
With a last look at Brecken to see if he’s going to join in, or push me out of the way—because this is why I taunt him, to get him involved—I kneel between Winter’s spread legs. Her musky, feminine arousal hits me, and I’ve gone to pussy heaven.
Using his bow tie, Luca ties one of her wrists to the back of another chair, her arm pulled tautly. Brecken follows suit, removing his tie as he walks stealthily around the far end of the table to secure her other wrist to a chair on my right.
It’s hard to swallow down my smile. Luca and I exchange a quietly shocked glance but say nothing.
Progress.
Luca tosses his shirt, Winter’s breathing turning thinner. She likes that. That right there is a man stating his intentions, and it gets her fucking hot.
When I look down her body, skimming over every bump and curve towards her face, it’s to find her watching Brecken, breathless, hope bright in her eyes. When he doesn’t remove his shirt she twists her head to look at Luca, then me. Between the valley of her round breasts, our eyes snag. And then I bend, licking through her seam.
She’s glorious.
Eating Winter’s cunt is exactly as I imagined: soft, welcoming, tart and sweet, addictive. Words fail me as I lap at her, as I glide my tongue through every inch of her pretty, pink pussy. Soft moans fall from her red-stained lips, her chest heaving as I slide my tongue inside her hole, stroking up and down her walls.