dress.
Tatiana didn't realize she was holding her breath until she let it out in a rush when the man slid the dress up. He broke his lips away from hers to say, “Open your legs.”
Akira opened them a sliver, and he urged them farther apart, until her pussy was bared to them. Waxed and plump, her lips were red and flushed with excitement.
“She's pretty,” Wyatt whispered in her ear. “But not as pretty as you.”
Tatiana couldn't respond, not when Akira was moaning as Remy sank two fingers inside her. He thrust them in and out, and her hips moved, following the movement. He pulled his fingers out teasingly, letting Tatiana and Wyatt see the moisture on them. “You're so wet, baby,” he murmured to the woman.
Akira whimpered, still ignoring the others in the room. “It's all for you. Fuck me, please.”
Remy shushed her. “You know it's not that easy.”
Tatiana knocked back another gulp of her champagne. If she stretched her hand out, she could touch the couple. She could finger Akira herself, or press her hand over Remy’s cock. But that wasn't what she wanted in her deepest, darkest fantasy.
Remy pulled at the woman's dress, yanking it down to bare her firm, round breasts and tight light-brown nipples. How many times had Wyatt done that to her, making her dress little more than a useless belt, eager to get to her most erogenous zones?
Remy cradled Akira’s breast. The two of them might have decided not to acknowledge their spectators, but by the way Remy lifted and presented the flesh in his hand, there was no doubt he was playing to his audience. His head dropped down and he sucked, his cheeks hollowing with every pull. The music downstairs masked Akira’s sharp cry of pleasure.
Wyatt’s hand brushed against her knee, and Tatiana shuddered as if she were the one whose breasts were being pleasured. “Having fun yet? Watching them?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“But that’s not all you want.”
He squeezed her thigh when she remained silent. Not silent because she was ashamed. Silent because she was too busy tracking the flush spreading over Akira’s chest and neck as Remy scraped his teeth repeatedly over her nipples, stretching the flesh with each pull.
“No,” she replied, her voice hoarse.
“Tell me what you want.”
She shut her eyes so she could focus on his words. “I want them to watch.”
“Watch what?”
“Watch you fucking me.” The words tumbled out. “I want them to watch you fucking me, and see me loving it, everything you do to me. I want them to see me.”
Remy bit Akira’s nipple harder and glanced at Tatiana, a small smile curling his full lips. “I see you, sweetheart. It would be hard not to.”
The man was devastating when he smiled.
Wyatt nipped her ear, as if chastising her. “Tell me how you want it. I’ll give you anything you want.” He paused. “Except another man touching you.”
Brilliant. Wyatt was spinning her hesitancy about Remy into his own decree. No wonder she loved him. “Yes, sir.”
“Killjoy,” Remy muttered. He shot Tatiana a bright grin and casually licked Akira’s nipple.
Akira barely flicked a glance their way. Instead, she ran her hand up Remy's leg and squeezed. “Remy.” There was a world of demand behind the word.
Wyatt shifted behind her, and his fingers found the tab of her zipper. Her dress gave way, loosening around her chest. Wyatt slipped the straps over her shoulders, working the material down until she was topless.
Akira finally acknowledged their presence, her gaze appraising Tatiana's breasts. Only her breasts. The woman's gaze didn't go any higher than that. She was objectifying her, turning her into a sexual prop.
Tatiana loved it. It left her free to treat Remy and Akira the same way.
Wyatt licked her earlobe. He brought his fingers to her mouth and stroked them over the lower lip. She allowed one pass, two, but she was hungry for him, and she opened her mouth and sucked in his forefinger. He inserted a
Tatiana didn't realize she was holding her breath until she let it out in a rush when the man slid the dress up. He broke his lips away from hers to say, “Open your legs.”
Akira opened them a sliver, and he urged them farther apart, until her pussy was bared to them. Waxed and plump, her lips were red and flushed with excitement.
“She's pretty,” Wyatt whispered in her ear. “But not as pretty as you.”
Tatiana couldn't respond, not when Akira was moaning as Remy sank two fingers inside her. He thrust them in and out, and her hips moved, following the movement. He pulled his fingers out teasingly, letting Tatiana and Wyatt see the moisture on them. “You're so wet, baby,” he murmured to the woman.
Akira whimpered, still ignoring the others in the room. “It's all for you. Fuck me, please.”
Remy shushed her. “You know it's not that easy.”
Tatiana knocked back another gulp of her champagne. If she stretched her hand out, she could touch the couple. She could finger Akira herself, or press her hand over Remy’s cock. But that wasn't what she wanted in her deepest, darkest fantasy.
Remy pulled at the woman's dress, yanking it down to bare her firm, round breasts and tight light-brown nipples. How many times had Wyatt done that to her, making her dress little more than a useless belt, eager to get to her most erogenous zones?
Remy cradled Akira’s breast. The two of them might have decided not to acknowledge their spectators, but by the way Remy lifted and presented the flesh in his hand, there was no doubt he was playing to his audience. His head dropped down and he sucked, his cheeks hollowing with every pull. The music downstairs masked Akira’s sharp cry of pleasure.
Wyatt’s hand brushed against her knee, and Tatiana shuddered as if she were the one whose breasts were being pleasured. “Having fun yet? Watching them?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“But that’s not all you want.”
He squeezed her thigh when she remained silent. Not silent because she was ashamed. Silent because she was too busy tracking the flush spreading over Akira’s chest and neck as Remy scraped his teeth repeatedly over her nipples, stretching the flesh with each pull.
“No,” she replied, her voice hoarse.
“Tell me what you want.”
She shut her eyes so she could focus on his words. “I want them to watch.”
“Watch what?”
“Watch you fucking me.” The words tumbled out. “I want them to watch you fucking me, and see me loving it, everything you do to me. I want them to see me.”
Remy bit Akira’s nipple harder and glanced at Tatiana, a small smile curling his full lips. “I see you, sweetheart. It would be hard not to.”
The man was devastating when he smiled.
Wyatt nipped her ear, as if chastising her. “Tell me how you want it. I’ll give you anything you want.” He paused. “Except another man touching you.”
Brilliant. Wyatt was spinning her hesitancy about Remy into his own decree. No wonder she loved him. “Yes, sir.”
“Killjoy,” Remy muttered. He shot Tatiana a bright grin and casually licked Akira’s nipple.
Akira barely flicked a glance their way. Instead, she ran her hand up Remy's leg and squeezed. “Remy.” There was a world of demand behind the word.
Wyatt shifted behind her, and his fingers found the tab of her zipper. Her dress gave way, loosening around her chest. Wyatt slipped the straps over her shoulders, working the material down until she was topless.
Akira finally acknowledged their presence, her gaze appraising Tatiana's breasts. Only her breasts. The woman's gaze didn't go any higher than that. She was objectifying her, turning her into a sexual prop.
Tatiana loved it. It left her free to treat Remy and Akira the same way.
Wyatt licked her earlobe. He brought his fingers to her mouth and stroked them over the lower lip. She allowed one pass, two, but she was hungry for him, and she opened her mouth and sucked in his forefinger. He inserted a
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