“It's such a beautiful night. It would be a shame for me to force us to cut this short. Especially after I scolded Holden for not enjoying London’s skyline when the sun sets," she smiles.
"In that case, let me run upstairs and grab a jacket for you," I say. "I'll bring out the dessert at the same time."
"That would be lovely. Thank you. It's very gallant of you," she teases.
"Always at your service, my lady." With that, I jump to my feet and run back inside. I’m back in a flash. I help her with my jacket. We all have a good chuckle when she slips her arms through the sleeves. Even after rolling them up several times, they still swallow her hands. Once I know she's all snuggled in, I make my way to the kitchen. I go to the oven and turn it on to a high setting. According to the pastry chef at Over the Moon Sweets, bread pudding is best served warm. “Espresso anyone?” I shout as I open the fridge.
"Yes, please.” Amelia is the first to answer.
“Can you steam up some milk for the lady, Royal?” Holden asks.
“No problem.”
“Amelia, do you want a little cognac in yours?” Holden suggests.
“You read my mind, sir.” I hear her answer.
“Royal, the lady wants hers with a splash of booze. I’ll follow her cue,” Holden shouts.
“Consider it done,” I shout back.
Fifteen minutes later, I walk back on the deck balancing a large tray.
“My God, this looks so tempting,” Amelia marvels when I place what I’m holding on the table. Her eyes widen with delight. “At this rate, I’ll roll out of here because I'll be far too full to walk.”
“Does that mean you’ll have a second portion?” I ask.
“Definitely,” she grins.
“Good. So will I,” I tease.
I place her dessert and coffee in front of her. I do the same for Holden. I serve myself last.
“Is that better?” I ask, pointing at the jacket as I sit back down.
“Much. Thank you.”
“Well, enjoy.” I say, dropping my eyes to her plate.
“I will,” she flashes me a devilish smile.
Amelia tries to pick up her spoon but she struggles.
“Is everything all right over there?” Holden asks, amused.
“I’ll manage,” she quips.
She tries again, but comes up short.
“This jacket is huge," she frowns. "I’m warm now, but I no longer have use of my hands,” she laughs. “How in the world am I going to eat this delicious dessert?”
Instantly, I'm on my feet. "Allow me," I say, before circling the table and pulling the chair next to her. “Let me help with that,” I say, grabbing the spoon from her hand. "Your job is to savor every bite."
"Seriously? You're going to feed me?" she asks.
"What other choice do I have? It would be ungentlemanly to go against your wishes and go back inside. This jacket is as good as it gets. Neither Holden or I have anything in your size," I joke. "I'm sure you've already noticed that my friend here,” I point at Holden, “is beefier than I am. You’d disappear in one of his jackets."
We all laugh.
"I guess this is as good as it gets," she plays along.
I nod and purse my lips. "I'm afraid so." I stick the spoon in the pudding and scoop up a generous portion making sure to coat the pudding with as much of the syrup as possible. “Open wide,” I order, and fuck if she doesn’t comply right away. This was never meant to be sexual, but my pulsing cock disagrees.
“Ummm,” she hums against the spoon. Her eyelids flutter closed. I suspect she’s in a state of sublime ecstasy. I didn’t expect the downright orgasmic sound that rumbles from her chest. The vibration travels from her lips straight to my balls causing them to contract in the most sublime way. “Oh my freaking God,” she pants. It’s like she’s making sweet, passionate love to the spoon. How I wish it was my cock instead. I glance furtively at Holden. His spoon is frozen in mid-air, his lips slightly parted and his blue eyes hooded. I bet his cock is twitching as much as mine is.
“That good, huh?” I ask.
She finally opens her eyes, and a deep crimson paints her lovely cheeks as if she’s just remembered that Holden and I are sitting next to her.
“This is bloody fantastic,” she replies. Yes. It. Is. “I mean it’s like an explosion on my taste buds,” she adds. I’m sure I’ll feel the same way once I taste you.
“More?” I ask, in as much of a detached voice as I can muster.
“Oh yes, much more,” she says in a breathy whisper. I’m not sure if she’s aware just how loaded that answer is... and that voice.
"This time, I want you to open wider for me. Can you do that?"
She nods vehemently. I scoop up another portion—bigger this time. I ready myself to slide the spoon between her lips, but what she does next stills me. Anticipating the second hit of sugar, she closes her eyes and darts her tongue out. The movement is so sensual that I’m temporarily frozen.
She breaks from her sexy pose, "Stop teasing me, Brandon. Aren't you going to feed me?"
You have no idea how I’m dying to feed you something else.
"Yes,” is all I manage before resuming my mission.
The portion is so generous that when she closes her mouth around the spoon some of the syrup drizzles down her chin. Instinctively, she brings a hand up, but I stop her. “I’ll do it,” I say. She nods in agreement.
As she chews animated, I run my index finger up her chin and swipe the sauce. Without thinking, I bring that same finger to my mouth and lick it off.
I let out my own erotic sounds of agreement. “Hmmm. This does taste amazing,” I exclaim.
Amelia beams, nodding her head. “Isn’t it incredible?”
“Hell yeah,” I groan. I’m not sure we’re thinking of the same thing, but I’ll go along with it. “Oh, it seems like I missed a spot,” I say with feigned innocence. Without warning, I lean into her, and this time I use my tongue to take care of the trail I purposely omitted to clean up.
“Oh, God, Brandon.” Her breath hitches.
I meet her lustful gaze. “I know this sounds crazy, but if I don’t kiss you right the fuck now, I’m going to fucking die.”
She lowers her eyes for a beat. "Well, we wouldn't want that to happen, would we?"
"No, we wouldn't. Who would feed you?" I tease right back.
Her eyes dart to Holden. “In front of him?” she asks shyly.
I turn my head to my best friend. He still has that same incredulous expression on his face. It's as if he can't believe it’s actually happening. Honestly, if she wasn’t this close to me, I’d have to pinch my arm to convince myself that I'm not dreaming. I pull my attention back to her.
“Don’t worry, he's not jealous. He’ll enjoy it as much as we do.” My response is as soft as a caress.
She licks her lips. Fuck, her pout is so goddamn tempting. She licks them again, like she’s trying to buy herself time. "I've never done anything like this before," she timidly confesses.
"Do you want to try?" My voice is so damn low. "We can stop if you don't like it. I promise.”
I can see the wheels in her head turning. My blood is elevated to a dangerous boil. We’re talking near combustion level here. This is it. This is the moment that defines if my best friend and I get to claim our precious little princess. She can decide to bolt out of here and we’d respect her decision. Sure, we’ll be disappointed, but neither Holden nor I would try to stop her. That would be wrong. As much as we want her, she has to give us a sign that she’s comfortable with this. If she decides to venture closer to the edge, we'll gladly take her to Nirvana.
I watch her watching me. I’m very aware that Holden's gaze is fixed on both of us. After a few long seconds, Amelia moves. I look down, trying to figure out what she's doing. She lifts her arm up and pulls back the sleeve. She reaches out for my scar—that runs from underneath my right eye all the way up to my temple—and traces it with her manicured fi
nger. It's such an intimate gesture.
"I guess we can try?" she finally says.
I don't want her to hesitate about this.
"I'm sorry, Amelia, that's not good enough. You want to try or you don't? There's no guessing here."
"Yes." There we go.
I smile at her instant response. "You want this?" I know she's already answered my question, but I can't help it. I want to hear her say it again.
She nods. "Yes… Yes, I do."
"Thank you for saving my life, sweetie. I know now that I won’t die. And if I do, it's because your kiss is so potent it’ll have caused my heart to stop." She laughs.
I brush a strand of her hair behind her earlobe. The way she wears her hair up exposes the ivory nape of her delicate neck, and I caress it languorously, wanting to bite and mark her. Down boy. It's too soon for that. Holden hasn’t even claimed her lips yet. I lean forward touching my lips against hers. Goddammit. Her lips are softer than I expected—sweeter than anything I could've imagined. It's very chaste at first—nothing too raunchy. To my delight, she yields mercifully to me. When she moans into my mouth, I fucking lose it. I grip the back of her head with more force. Our lips are fused in a searing and blazing kiss as I devour her with unrestrained passion. She's delicious. Unable to resist, I slide my free hand under the jacket and grope her through her delicate silky top. She responds by opening her mouth, allowing our tongues to dance. It’s wild. I didn’t expect that from her. Holy Jesus. She's so hot and so responsive.
My mouth is greedy, demanding everything from her. She doesn't hold back. She gives me exactly what I want. What I need. Her hands fist my hair possessively, taking the kiss to a whole other level. My heart is beating like a drum and my cock is so hard, it could poke a hole through these pants.
“Shit,” Holden growls his approval.
When I finally break our kiss, a tinge of pride swells at my chest when I see that her lipstick has disappeared and her hair isn’t as coiffed as when she arrived. Still under her spell, I place my hands on her cheeks and pull her to me and devour her mouth one last time, eliciting another string of desperate moans from her.
CHAPTER 24
Holden
Holy Jesus, that's so fucking hot.
All the blood in my body is now nestled tightly in my groin area. I don't think my cock has ever been this hard. Ever. I close my eyes for a beat, willing my straining cock to settle down. When I open my eyes again, Amelia and Brandon have their foreheads pressed against each other and they're both breathing heavy.
I'm not the only one struggling to get my heart rate at normal level again.
After Brandon kisses the hell out of her, Amelia is now absent of the red lipstick, but her mouth looks even more amazing without it now that it’s slightly puffed up from my best friend’s passionate assault.
“See, it wasn’t so bad,” Brandon teases. She smiles at him and shakes her head. Brandon pulls away slightly from her and locks his eyes with mine. He flashes me a victorious smile. Fool. “Something tells me Holden enjoyed that a lot.” I growl my response. His smile grows even wider. "Come on now, Viking, you can do better than that." He’s always one to push the envelope.
"Royal!" I warn.
He grins, amused, then returns his attention to Amelia. “I could get used to kissing you...” He pauses shifting his eyes towards me. "With my best friend watching us like this."
"Oh," she blushes.
“Did you like it?” he inquires. She shrugs. Is that a yes or no? “I can't read your mind. I need to hear the words, sweetie.”
“How do I say this?”
“Just go for it. Don’t over-think it,” Brandon suggests.
“Okay,” she whispers. “Well... I mean... " she hesitates. She clears her throat before continuing. “It was... hmm... it was...” she struggles to find her words.
“Wrong?” Brandon offers.
"That's not what I was going to say." She sets him straight.
"What were you going to say?" Brandon pushes.
“It... it was incredibly... erotic.” Holy shit. “It's like nothing I've ever experienced before.”
"Well, fuck." I'm not sure if Brandon intended to say that aloud, but those two words say it all.
Dirty, dirty girl. Who would've thought?
My tightening balls and throbbing cock are a reminder that it’s already been over two weeks since I was inside a woman's pussy. That's sixteen very long days and excruciating nights with only my fist as my companion. The princess responsible for annihilating my insatiable carnal appetite for another pussy and random fuckery is sitting at arm’s length, but I will myself to calm the fuck down. To wait. To be patient. All qualities others possess, but not me. Not until this moment, anyways. I’ve never had to curtail my desires for a woman, but here I am, the apex of self-restraint. Although I can't explain any of this newfound judiciousness to myself, I know I need to hold back.
I breathe deep through my nose, controlling the mounting need to throw our little princess over my shoulder and rush up the stairs with Brandon in tow. Kissing one guy while another one watches might turn her on, but I honestly doubt she can handle more. Not tonight anyways.
“Why don’t I take you back to your penthouse?” I say in a voice I know too well. It’s that husky one that usually precedes a really good fuck, where I bang my brains out shooting my cum straight into a warm and welcoming pussy.
She blinks, clearly bewildered by my suggestion. “Hmmm." She shifts her gaze towards Brandon. He’s of no help. I'm sure he must be as surprised as she is, but I also know he won't question me. "Sure." There she goes biting her lower lip again. "Is it something I said?” she asks. Her tousled hair makes her that much sexier and irresistible now.
“No, angel. It’s getting late.” And since you’re way too precious for me to unleash the dormant beast inside of me, it’s the best repartee I have considering I'm so hard I can't even think straight anymore.
"Okay," she lets out in a soft voice.
One more second of her looking at me with those vulnerable eyes and I’ll pull her to me, bend her over my knee and spank what I suspect is a perfect creamy white ass. She’d get a few extra spanks for liking this kinky little game my best friend is playing and going along with it so beautifully. “Do you want to hold onto Brandon’s jacket until tomorrow?” I ask.
“Thank you. That would be great,” she says.
I read the confusion in her eyes, but I believe this is for the better. Once she sleeps on it, things will be very different between the three of us.
* * *
Amelia texted her officers to let them know that I was accompanying her back to her place. This means that when the elevator door opens, no one is there standing guard. Since we left the penthouse, we've been walking side-by-side in silence. I'm sure she's waiting for me to say something, but I remain as mute as a monk. I know that anything that comes out of my mouth would guarantee that I’d turn on my heel and drag her back to the twelfth floor.
When we get to her door, there’s a little awkward moment until she breaks it. “Thank you, Holden for an incredible evening, and thanks for walking me back home. I really enjoyed hanging out with Brandon and you.”
“Thanks for coming over, Amelia. I look forward to that weird board tomorrow night.”
“You’ll love it,” she laughs.
“I’ll hold you to that,” I tease.
We both stare at each other for a few beats. Once again, she’s the first to speak. “I like spending time with you," she says shyly.
"Same here."
"As for the charcuterie board—”
"I can’t even say the word. I’m sure I’d butcher it if I attempted to try," I chuckle.
I doubt either of us is interested in talking about damn food right now, but I think we both know it’s the safest route.
"It’s French. It's basically another way of saying cured meats. I think you Americans call them deli meats," she explains.
"Th
at rings a bell,” I nod. “My inability at languages is lamentable," I joke in an effort to keep things light.
She fixes her green eyes on me. "I think you’re selling yourself short. I'm sure you have many hidden talents. I hope I’ll discover them one day." Keep that up and you'll discover them by sunrise. Since I don't answer, she continues. "To go back to the board, I’m sure you’ll love it,” she promises. “It’s no fuss, no muss, but super delicious and it’s so addicting.” A little like you, I'm sure. “Once you start, you just can’t stop.” I suspect gorging on you is the same thing.
I open my mouth, but pause looking for the right thing to say that isn't loaded with innuendos. “It sounds like there'll be a lot for us to discover tomorrow night.” That failed monumentally. My words come out sounding eerily close to a dark threat. She doesn't pick up on it or at least she doesn't hint at it.
“I think so.” She takes a long step forward, pushes up on her toes and drops her hands on my arms. This is the second time we’ve touched in the span of an hour. Just like the first, it's electrifying. “You’re going to have to work with me here, Chief Petty Officer Barclay." Do I ever love the way that sounds? "You’re a very tall man. I need you to lean down for me,” she says. And I do. I have no idea what she’s doing until I feel her soft lips press against my cheek. The sensation is surreal. I'm usually too busy devouring a woman's lips for her to have time to bestow such tenderness on me. She pulls back a bit so our eyes meet. “It seems like you didn’t want to kiss me earlier. I guess this will have to do.” Okay, I didn’t see that one coming.
It takes me a second or two to compose myself before answering. “That’s not it, angel. It was already a lot for one night,” I offer as explanation.
“And you get to make that decision and I don’t?” I’ve been told. She doesn’t give me a chance to defend myself. “Sweet dreams, Holden,” she murmurs, her soft breath flirting with my ear. Fuck. She then takes a step back, bites on her lower lip and turns around. She unlocks her door, waves and just like that, she’s gone.
I just stand there like a lust-stricken fool. Jesus Christ. I’m nearly mental with need. I look down at how the protruding ridge of my cock looks like someone has stuffed my jeans with a cantaloupe. I walk to the elevator and press the button so many times in a row, I’m surprised I don’t break it. I do the same when I step inside the car, hoping to shorten the ride back down to the lobby by as many milliseconds as possible. When the doors open, I rush with a rapid step to the other side of the lobby, absentmindedly responding to the security guard’s greeting as I pass him. I get back into our private elevator, and it's the same scenario. “Come on, come on, come on,” I hiss as if my impatient actions have any bearings on the well-thought mechanisms of this elevator. Clearly, my arousal is affecting my ability to think logically. I need a fifteen-minute cold shower. No, I need to jerk off first, then the freezing shower.
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