She shudders from the sight.
I growl with satisfaction.
Brandon lets out a long lustful sigh.
I look up and meet her eyes. She holds my gaze as I lean into her.
“Your arousal soaked through the fabric of your panties, angel. You're a dirty little one. I like that a lot."
"Make that the two of us," Brandon chimes in.
"As fucking hot as that is, it's an utter waste. Your juices belong in my mouth or around my cock, not on my pants,” I say, just above a whisper, my lips only a breath away from hers. Just like a good little girl, she nods. Damn, this woman is perfect.
The sight of her naked breasts becomes impossible to resist. I reach out with both hands and cover her gorgeous tits, claiming yet another part of her.
“Ah,” she lets out. I take my time playing with her perky tits, toying with them until they swell. My caress is slow and completely unrushed. I should give her a bit of a respite since it's her first time with two men—domineering alphas nonetheless—but what’s raging inside me is too strong. Too impatient. "Oh, God, Holden." Amelia's prayer only fuels me.
“It’s that good, huh?" She nods. "You can't even tell if it’s pleasure or pain anymore?"
"I'm so lost right now, I'm surprised my brain is still able to figure out that you're speaking English," she offers a feeble smile.
"Then I'm doing something right," I tease.
"Oh, it's definitely more than just right."
“I’m just doing my job as your lover. After all, I have to properly prepare you..." Without giving her chance to decipher my words, I lower my body towards her and capture one of her rosy nipples in my mouth, sucking so hard you’d think my life depended on it.
"Jesus," she hisses. That just makes me double my efforts.
After a few long seconds of passion, I lift my head up for a beat. “I fucking love your tits,” I growl. I roll her nipples between my fingers, flicking them mercilessly. She gasps for air as her nipples contract making her peaks spike hard with need.
“Hmmm,” she hums with hooded eyes.
I pull, bite and suck harder unbothered by the way she squirms under my touch. My tongue rubs over her nipple and when she arches her back as if demanding more, I give her exactly what she wants. My tongue fondles her tits with avarice. I'm very aware of how greedy I am, but after all, this has been a long time coming. Brandon promised to taint her, I'm just following instructions. The more she whimpers, the more I suck, suck and suck. All thoughts are pushed aside. There's only one thing overtaking my mind right now—give this woman unimaginable pleasure.
I slide a finger between her lower lips and a moan breaks free from her as I rub her pussy over her panties. I can't help but grin with satisfaction. With each stroke, Amelia becomes wetter and wetter. She's so soaked, it's ridiculous. I run my gaze down the length of her body to better appreciate my work. When my gaze meets my best friend’s, I’m amazed by what I witness. Brandon is mesmerized, his eyes transfixed to where my hand meets Amelia’s pussy. The fact that he’s still rubbing his own cock over his jeans makes this moment even dirtier than it already is.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he mouths.
I hum in response.
I shift my attention back to our princess. Her lower lip is folded inside her month and the way she’s looking at me is pure sin. Slowly, she balances her weight against one hand and uses the other to pull up her skirt a bit more before parting her legs. Good girl. When her head lulls back and she starts grinding against my hand, I know I have her where I want her. I guess the aching between her thighs must be nearly unbearable.
I pull my hand away. “Do you want something?” I tease.
“I-I—” she pauses. "I need—” Her second attempt doesn't fare much better than the first. "God. Fuck." She sounds frustrated.
"You're going to have to help me a little more than that," I chuckle. I know exactly what she needs, but I want her to beg me for it.
"Holden, I don't think I can say it."
“It’s okay, princess. You don’t have to deny yourself. I’m more than happy to grant you your wish,” I encourage in a soothing voice.
“I want to... come,” she whispers.
“Against my hand?” She shakes her head. "Then what is it that you want?"
"Tell him," Brandon coaxes. Sounds like he just snapped out of his hedonistic reverie. "Put it into words, sweetie," he adds. Considering I've known this guy my whole life, I don't even recognize his voice right now.
“I want you to make me come.”
"But you just said my hand won’t do." Yes, I'm playing the devil’s advocate.
"Your mouth." Honestly, if I wasn't hovering over her, there's no way on earth I would've heard the words slip from her lips.
"It’ll be my pleasure," I flash her a triumphant grin before pulling her skirt up more. "Lift your hips up so I can bring your skirt around your waist," I order. She does as she's told. Finally. "Those are as dangerous as I thought they would be," I praise. Her lacy pink panties—which match the color of her flirty skirt—are as tempting as the see-through bra she was wearing a few minutes ago. In general, pussy looks pretty darn good when it’s kissed and caressed by soft silk, but what Amelia is wearing is arresting. I pull her panties aside and sweep my middle finger from top to bottom. Her pussy is ridiculously drenched.
"Ho-Holden." She stutters over my name.
I smile wide at her apparent struggle and I reward her with a kiss.
“Angel, you’re dripping.” I flick her clit a few times, teasing unrelentingly.
“Oh, oh, oh.” She's nearly weeping with joy.
"Let me take care of you," I say, putting a halt to my movements.
“Please don’t stop,” she begs.
“It’s only for a few seconds, angel,” I promise. “I have a lot more in store for you.”
She answers with a small nod.
I latch my index fingers to the sides of her panties and bring them down to her ankles.
“Oh God, that’s wet,” she whimpers.
“Your juices are trailing down your legs,” I tell her. She offers me a shy smile. As I ready myself to pull her panties all the way off, she motions to remove her shoes. I stop her with one word. “No.” She looks at me puzzled. “Those stay on," I explain. When she resigns herself, I resume my mission. Her gaze follows my every move. You never know what surprise a woman hides under her panties. Given how Amelia doesn’t quite fit the mold of the uptight rich girl or that of the slutty socialite, I wouldn’t have attempted a guess. You can imagine how pleased I am when I take in a hint of hair peering between her legs. The small floating triangle of cropped brown curls on her pussy says demure, but it also screams ‘corrupt me’. It’s a subtle invitation and I bet she’s not even aware of it. I’m so up for the challenge. Once I drink her in, I bring her pink lacy underwear to my nose and inhale her headiness. "If you taste nearly as good as you smell, I’m in big trouble." Her eyes open as wide as saucers. "Royal, catch," I warn before throwing her panties to him.
Brandon extends his hand and the pink lacy number falls right in his palm. He brings them up to his nose, closes his eyes and breathes her in. He does that three times in a row before opening his eyes again. "Fuck, you're right. I already know that I'm going to have to gorge on that little pussy morning, noon and night.” He renders his verdict right before slipping her panties into the pocket of his jeans. He approaches us in a slow steady stride. With each step, I can't help but notice in sheer amazement the obvious erection nestled between his legs. That thing is about to explode.
“You’re keeping them?” Amelia asks, shocked.
“Uh-huh,” Brandon says. When he's extremely turned on, he's usually a man of few words.
“I can't possibly walk out of your penthouse butt naked,” she protests. "That would be...”
Since she can't seem to finish her sentence, I do it for her. "Depraved, debased, wrong, promiscuous, filthy, dirty?”
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p; "Yes to all of the above," she whispers. "That would describe it pretty accurately," she adds.
"I think you forgot the most important adjective of them all." My words surprise her.
"Which one?" she asks.
"Sexy as hell." She blushes furiously. "You’re worrying your pretty little head for no good reason. No one will know," I reassure her.
"I'll know and so will the two of you."
"Trust me, I’ll watch you walk out of here with pride knowing that I'm still holding on to a little piece of you," Brandon sets her straight.
I already know what he'll be jerking off to later tonight. I might have to resort to earplugs.
"But I'll walk around funny," she protests.
"I disagree, sweetie. You'll walk around like a woman with a lot more experience." Once again, Brandon hits the nail on the head.
“We’re just keeping the promise we made to you,” I grin.
“So I don’t have a say in the matter?” Her narrowing eyes bounce from mine to Brandon's.
"You're looking at this the wrong way, angel,” I say.
"How so?" She actually crosses her arms over her bare chest squeezing her tits so temptingly. Damn.
I have to mentally coax myself to stay on track. "Think of it as a loan," I suggest.
Her eyebrows furrow together. "I don't get it.”
"Let's just say that Brandon will hold on to them until you come back tomorrow to fetch them," I grin wide. I can't tell if she's amused or shocked by my boldness.
“Was that the plan all along? Blackmail me into coming back?” She's doing a good job at looking indignant, but that little smile flitting on her lips betrays her.
"We were going to invite you back for a second date, regardless—and of course we were hoping you'd say yes—but this just sweetened the pot a little, wouldn’t you say?" I curl my lips up.
"That was pure genius," Brandon says.
"Is it always going to be like this with the two of you?" She waves a finger between us. “I'm outnumbered. I’ll always be at a disadvantage.”
"Yes, it will be, princess. And to address your erroneous concern, it’s always about you first. It's not only you coming back to grab your panties, it’s also about allowing your two lovers to worship your pussy again and again and again." My words silence her. I know I shouldn't get a kick out of the way she looks so lost, but I can't help it. The vulnerability I read in her eyes turns me on even more. “Enough talking, woman,” I say with fake sternness. “You asked for my mouth, remember?" My words causes her jaw to drop open. I don’t even know how it’s possible that her eyes grow wider. At this rate, they’ll take over her entire face. “Place your hands behind you and rest your weight against them,” I order. When she does, I slide my hands between her thighs, pressing them outwards. She opens herself further to me. I bring one hand up and grope her left tit. The other hand glides between her wet lips. “Fuck, you feel so good,” I growl.
“No one has ever touched my breasts like this," she confides. I grope her tits more forcefully. She gasps and her nipple hardens in my palm. My balls contract at the sensation. Fuck.
"Like what?" I press.
"With this much sensuality,” she says.
“The other guys you’ve been with have never taken care of you like this?”
“No, never.” My head snaps toward Brandon in shock. His arched eyebrows let me know that he’s as astounded as I am by her confession.
Poor little lamb.
“Seriously?” Brandon asks. She nods.
"I can't make up for those nitwits, but I do know something that might help."
Without warning, I drop to my knees. With my height, my face is leveled right in front of her needy pussy.
“Haaa!” she cries out surprised.
“You’re already glistening for me,” I say, lifting my head to stare straight into her eyes.
“Oh, God,” she pants.
“Place your legs on my shoulders,” I command. Just like earlier, she motions to remove her shoes. "We’ve already talked about this, Amelia. The shoes stay on."
“But I’m still wearing my sandals,” she protests. "The heels will dig into your shoulders, Holden." Her concerned look is so touching. If she only knew.
“That’s the whole point, sweetie.” Brandon is the one who answers. "Every time you dig the point of your heel into his back, it sends a pulsating trigger straight to his balls. Not to mention that every dig is also a very good indicator of how far he can push things. The more pain he's in, the more pleasure he'll bring you. Of course, I'm talking from experience here," he explains.
I grin up at him. "I’d say that you got it pretty much right." I return my focus to our little princess. “Come on. Up.” I motion with my hands. She hesitates for a few long seconds, but eventually she concedes.
"What a beautiful sight," Brandon exclaims. "Smelling you from this close is even better then inhaling the heady perfume from your panties." For good measure, my best friend taps the right side of his jeans where he's safely guarding her soaked underwear.
When I shift my gaze back between Amelia’s legs, I must say, he's right. “Damn,” I let out more to myself than anything else. My cock throbs when I take in her pink little pussy. Don’t get me started on her smell.
With her legs elevated over my shoulders and her pussy fully opened to whatever my mouth and fingers want, she’ll have no other choice but to yield to my will. I slide two fingers agonizingly slow inside her dripping pussy, carefully spreading her wetness all over. Her curious eyes are focused between her legs. Her little helpless whimpers are intoxicating.
“Your sweet little pussy is ours for the rest of the evening, sweetie,” Brandon warns. “How does she taste?” It takes me a beat before I realize that Brandon is talking to me now.
I snap my gaze towards him. "Are you rushing me?" I ask.
He lifts his hands up above his head in sign of truce. "No, not at all. I’m simply eager," he justifies. I let out a feigned exasperated sigh. Brandon rolls his eyes in response. "Oh, who the fuck are you kidding? You want to know as badly as I do." He does have a good point.
I pull my fingers out, lift them to my mouth and wipe them off against my tongue. “Hmm. Fucking incredible. Don't take my word for it. Please, be my guest.” I drop my eyes back between Amelia legs as an invitation.
“Don’t mind if I do,” Brandon grins satisfied. I move my body out of the way to allow my best friend to slide two fingers inside her. Unexpectedly, Amelia sinks further onto his hand. Brandon and I grin at each other. He slides a third finger inside her. Greedy bastard. She moans. He wiggles his fingers around a few times before thrusting them in and out. Amelia shivers helplessly. "Jesus, she's so warm and so tight," Brandon comments. Her legs jerk as she tries to close them around his hand. Brandon seems undeterred. When he starts stroking her clit with his thumb, her body convulses with force.
“Oh,” Amelia mewls.
After a few teasing minutes, Brandon pulls his fingers out slick with her juices. He sticks them into his mouth and licks her sweetness away. The exaggerated slurping sounds and the way his blue eyes are half-lidded only adds to his self-indulgence. “She tastes as good as I knew she would," he finally concludes. "When you’re done with her, it’ll be my turn. I can't wait.” Brandon grins wide. Fucker.
“You’re torturing me,” she wails. Yeah, we know. "You two are going to kill me."
“Tsk. Nonsense. Not before we make you come," I promise.
“Multiple times,” Brandon adds.
"That means that you'll still be with us until sunrise. If you want to die after that, that's your prerogative, but I’d highly advise against it." I couldn't resist.
“I strongly suggest you stick around for much more. It’s for your own good,” Brandon says. We both chuckle. I suspect Amelia is too much in a state of shock to join in. All this light banter is fun and all, but it's time for me to get serious. I move my gaze away from Amelia. "Can I go back to devouring her now
?" I ask my best friend.
"Pardon me for interrupting your feast," he quips. "Carry on," he adds with a ceremonious hand gesture. I just shake my head in response.
I run my hands down her legs, massaging her inner thighs. I lean forward and start nibbling between her legs, my breath warm against her silky skin. When my fingers taunt her clit, she grunts in a low voice.
“Dear Lord.”
I lift my eyes to meet hers. She’s far from the puritanical woman who walked in here a few hours ago. Instead, she’s our dirty little princess. She’s kicked the goody-goody priggish girl right to the curb. I love soiling her like this. I can’t help but flash her a side-grin. “You’re so fucking beautiful right now," I confess.
“Mm-hmm. I couldn't have said it better,” Brandon grunts.
“Holden, please,” Amelia whispers.
"Please, what?"
"You know I can't say it."
"You did earlier,” I remind her.
“I can’t do it twice,” she pleads.
“In that case, you don't want it badly enough," I challenge.
"Think of Holden as your genie. Ask and you shall receive," Brandon coaxes.
When she remains decisively silent, I lower my head, stick out my tongue and trace her slit from top to bottom.
“Argh,” she cries out.
When she clamps one of her hands against the back of my head, I pull away.
“That good, huh?”
“Yes,” she hisses.
"You want more?" Yeah, it's a futile question.
"You know I do."
"Then you better ask for it or else you can use your own fingers to make yourself come." She blinks furiously at my words.
I don't think she believes me because she shifts her eyes towards Brandon, hoping to find in him an ally. Not going to happen.
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