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seemed to have expanded while she wasn’t looking. She didn’t even want to think about how her ass would look once exposed.
Under the cover of dark, where she hadn’t needed to see herself naked, she’d been able to focus and masturbate and use her other toys. Now, under the dull glow of the room, with two gorgeous men looking at her like she was their every fantasy, she felt conscious of all her flaws. She nibbled on her bottom lip and toyed with her card.
“Stop it. You’re gorgeous, intelligent, sexy, funny. Pure perfection. Don’t doubt yourself.” Carver’s admonishment came out as a growl. His dark eyes flashed and a dark red blush spread over his skin.
She swallowed as a ping of fear tripped down her spine. The flush spread until both of his pecs were crimson. It looked like watered-down ruby ink staining his flesh. She wasn’t sure if this was a good sign or not. She turned her attention to Thorn and saw his hands were bone white. Was this a good sign?
“Hey, look at me.” Thorn reached out and grabbed her hand. The warmth and strength of his grip anchored her down in reality and calmed her nerves some. “You are beautiful. Now your card.” Thorn pulled back but his touch lingered on her skin, making it tingle.
She gave both men a small smile and flipped over her pick: a two of diamonds. Thorn and Carver flipped over their own cards and a laugh rumbled through Sera’s belly. She’d lost. Relief swept through her. At least now, one of her pieces of clothing would stop irritating her. She knew just the one she wanted to remove. She stood up and undid the side zipper of her skirt. With a shimmy, she let the fabric whisper down her legs. The feel of satin running against her stockings sent a zip of energy up her spine and increased her desire. Once her skirt was a pool of black ruffles at her feet, she stepped out of it and toed it to the side.
She swallowed and stood before the two men with only her mask, heels, and stockings on. With her chin lifted, she turned around, giving them a good view of what they claimed they wanted.
After one full circle, she settled down in the chair. The look of undisguised lust on their faces was enough, more than she’d ever dreamed. Carver was gripping the cushions beneath him, and Thorn had fisted his hands in his lap, but their faces were taut with pure desire.
Sera ducked her head, trying to hide a smile. She settled down back in her seat and crossed her legs nice and slow, giving them a glimpse of the Promised Land before shielding it from their eyes. A sense of power thrummed through her as she reveled in their passion.
Feeling daring, she moved her top leg and let her foot settle on the ground before parting her thighs. “See, I am wet for the both of you.”
She lifted her hand and dragged her fingertips down the center of her chest, through the valley of her breasts, over her stomach to trace the thin strip of hair on her mound. Then she slid her fingers over her thickened, damp labial folds.
She watched them. Their lips were parted and their breaths came out in soft puffs. Carver’s and Thorn’s eyes glittered: Carver’s the red-orange castoffs of a fire, Thorn’s the glitter of frost under bright light. Sera purred in satisfaction.
Going with her instincts she parted the dewy petals and exposed her clit. Switching her finger’s position she placed her middle finger over the distended bundle of nerves and gave it a quick brush.
Both Carver and Thorn inhaled. She rested her head against the back of her chair and began a slow rhythm, beginning with soft touches and then adding in swift circles.
“This is what I do when I’m alone and thinking of the both of you taking me, fucking me, owning me.” Her voice was unrecognizable to her ears; it was so soft and gruff, with the edge of a purr in there. She hadn’t known she was capable of making that noise.
Through narrowed eyes, she watched Thorn stroke his erection through his leather pants.
Under the cover of dark, where she hadn’t needed to see herself naked, she’d been able to focus and masturbate and use her other toys. Now, under the dull glow of the room, with two gorgeous men looking at her like she was their every fantasy, she felt conscious of all her flaws. She nibbled on her bottom lip and toyed with her card.
“Stop it. You’re gorgeous, intelligent, sexy, funny. Pure perfection. Don’t doubt yourself.” Carver’s admonishment came out as a growl. His dark eyes flashed and a dark red blush spread over his skin.
She swallowed as a ping of fear tripped down her spine. The flush spread until both of his pecs were crimson. It looked like watered-down ruby ink staining his flesh. She wasn’t sure if this was a good sign or not. She turned her attention to Thorn and saw his hands were bone white. Was this a good sign?
“Hey, look at me.” Thorn reached out and grabbed her hand. The warmth and strength of his grip anchored her down in reality and calmed her nerves some. “You are beautiful. Now your card.” Thorn pulled back but his touch lingered on her skin, making it tingle.
She gave both men a small smile and flipped over her pick: a two of diamonds. Thorn and Carver flipped over their own cards and a laugh rumbled through Sera’s belly. She’d lost. Relief swept through her. At least now, one of her pieces of clothing would stop irritating her. She knew just the one she wanted to remove. She stood up and undid the side zipper of her skirt. With a shimmy, she let the fabric whisper down her legs. The feel of satin running against her stockings sent a zip of energy up her spine and increased her desire. Once her skirt was a pool of black ruffles at her feet, she stepped out of it and toed it to the side.
She swallowed and stood before the two men with only her mask, heels, and stockings on. With her chin lifted, she turned around, giving them a good view of what they claimed they wanted.
After one full circle, she settled down in the chair. The look of undisguised lust on their faces was enough, more than she’d ever dreamed. Carver was gripping the cushions beneath him, and Thorn had fisted his hands in his lap, but their faces were taut with pure desire.
Sera ducked her head, trying to hide a smile. She settled down back in her seat and crossed her legs nice and slow, giving them a glimpse of the Promised Land before shielding it from their eyes. A sense of power thrummed through her as she reveled in their passion.
Feeling daring, she moved her top leg and let her foot settle on the ground before parting her thighs. “See, I am wet for the both of you.”
She lifted her hand and dragged her fingertips down the center of her chest, through the valley of her breasts, over her stomach to trace the thin strip of hair on her mound. Then she slid her fingers over her thickened, damp labial folds.
She watched them. Their lips were parted and their breaths came out in soft puffs. Carver’s and Thorn’s eyes glittered: Carver’s the red-orange castoffs of a fire, Thorn’s the glitter of frost under bright light. Sera purred in satisfaction.
Going with her instincts she parted the dewy petals and exposed her clit. Switching her finger’s position she placed her middle finger over the distended bundle of nerves and gave it a quick brush.
Both Carver and Thorn inhaled. She rested her head against the back of her chair and began a slow rhythm, beginning with soft touches and then adding in swift circles.
“This is what I do when I’m alone and thinking of the both of you taking me, fucking me, owning me.” Her voice was unrecognizable to her ears; it was so soft and gruff, with the edge of a purr in there. She hadn’t known she was capable of making that noise.
Through narrowed eyes, she watched Thorn stroke his erection through his leather pants.
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