“Want to speak to her now?”
“No. I’m sure she would’ve said something if she wanted to play.” She grips my dick, tight, then squeezes.
And just like that, all thoughts of another woman’s hands on Sid’s beautiful skin are poof, gone.
Shit.
It’s perfect. She’s perfect.
The smooth glide. The firm grip.
I grab the armrests, clinging, silently begging my accelerating sex drive to calm the hell down so I don’t shoot my shot in a timespan that’s going to get me noticed for all the wrong reasons.
She strokes me up and down, working the strawberry-scented lube across my cock head, then back to the bottom of my shaft. Every inch. Every ridge.
Firmer.
Tighter.
Faster.
I grind my teeth through the pleasure, a growl rumbling in my chest.
“I love that sound.” She leans in to hover a breath away from my shaft. “It makes me feel special.”
“You are special,” I grate. “There’s nobody more important—”
My words vanish as her mouth engulfs my dick.
Fuck.
I grip tighter to the leather, digging my fingertips deep into the upholstery, my ass lifting off the seat.
“Goddamn.” I tense. Bristle.
The hair on the back of my neck becomes alive with lust. I’m beyond sensitive, my balls tight, my pulse rampant.
She slides her lips to the tip. “What are you thinking now?”
“That I’m about to make you my canvas.”
She chuckles and consumes me again, those mesmerizing lips sliding all the way to my base, her gag reflex fluttering in her throat.
“Jesus.” I shove a hand through her hair, grip the strands, and guide her to pull back.
She moans deep in protest, fighting against me.
The vibrations are criminal.
Exquisite torture.
I breathe through my nose. Long. Measured. I need to meditate the fuck out of this situation to make it last. But she starts to hum, the delicate shudder travelling all the way along my shaft to culminate in my balls.
“Careful, kitten.” I run a hand along her jaw, tilting her face to meet my gaze. “Why don’t you come up here so we can—” The question escapes me as Shay approaches from the corner of my eye, her steps measured. “We’ve got company.”
Sid releases my length with a pop, her eyes frantically blinking when she glances over her shoulder.
“Sorry.” Shay stops a foot away. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“It’s okay.” Sid braces her palms on my legs as if preparing to stand.
“Please don’t stop. Stay there. Keep going.”
“Did you come over to watch?” I ask.
Her wince remains in place, her eyes still on Sid. “Not entirely. I’d like to touch, too…if that’s an option.”
I pause, waiting for my girl to respond. To grasp her confidence and tell her newfound friend what she wants.
“I’d, umm…” Sid swallows and raises her chin. “I think I’d like that.”
A smile is slow to curve Shay’s lips as she diverts her attention to me. “Do you approve?”
“Of the two of you? Yes. But I’m a one-woman man. I’m not interested in playing with anyone else.”
Her smile grows. “Don’t worry. Other men aren’t a preference for me either.” She inches forward. “Do you want to discuss boundaries? Or are you happy to tell me to stop if I go too far?”
CHAPTER 10
Sidney
I return my gaze to Mason, my pulse wild in my throat. “You won’t go too far.”
“So, you’re happy for me to touch you?”
The question sounds foreign in my ears. It’s so far from the world where I resided this morning that I’m slow to respond. “Yes. Please.”
Shay reaches out, her fingers brushing my neck, bringing my nerves alive while she gently combs my hair over one shoulder. “Don’t leave your man waiting.” She descends behind me, closing in at my back.
Her legs brush mine, her skin exquisitely soft, her exotic perfume filling my lungs.
“You were doing such a good job of working him into a frenzy before I interrupted,” she adds.
I shiver. Shudder.
My heart races with frantic beats, my blood searing through my veins.
I grip Mason’s shaft, holding his gaze. His expression is tight, his jaw tense, his nostrils flared while Shay continues to play with my hair, the delicate brush of her touch making my nipples painfully hard.
“Stroke him.” She nuzzles the sensitive skin below my ear.
I obey, thankful for the instructions when my brain is fogged with desire. I drag my palm up and down, the barest remaining hint of lube helping with the smooth glide.
He begs me with his eyes, but I’m not sure what he’s pleading for with the stimulation overload. More? Less? Faster? Harder? I can’t make sense of anything other than the rhythmic rasp of my breath.
“Take him in your mouth,” Shay encourages. “I want to hear him moan.”
I suppress one of my own, the heat between my thighs becoming volcanic.
Mason’s fingers squeak against the leather of the chair, his gaze growing more intense with each of my strokes. I’d laugh if I wasn’t equally strung out.
I lean forward, staring up at him as my lips spread around his cock.
On contact, his agonizing hiss is music to my ears. A melody of explicit praise.
Shay holds back my hair, her nose drawing sweet circles down my neck, her kisses like butterflies along my shoulder.
“Can I take this off?” Her hand weaves around my waist along the top of the sarong.
I nod, continuing my slow bob along Mason’s shaft. I lick the tip, tasting the prelude of what’s to come as the material is unknotted from my hips to fall to the carpeted floor.
“Touch her,” Mason grates at Shay. “Make her come before I finish.”
She whispers a chuckle. “I don’t think that gives me much time.”
There’s another squeak of leather beneath his grip. “I have a feeling time won’t be kind to any of us.”
He can sense my lust. My mindlessness. He knows she’ll bring me undone quickly.
“Have you ever been touched by a woman?” Shay kisses my shoulder, over and over. Soothing pecks and calm scrapes of teeth.
I pull back, my focus remaining on Mason as I release his cock from my mouth. “No.”
“But that’s what you want?” Her palm skirts the waist of my panties. “You want me to take this further?”
I swallow. Nod.
“I need you to say it, Sidney.” Her hand delves beneath the elastic. “I don’t want anything to be lost in translation.”
“Yes. That’s what I want.” My voice is barely audible. So weak and needy. “What do you want in return?”
“This.” Her touch creeps lower, over my trimmed patch of curls. “Only this.” A lone finger slides down my slit, slick and smooth through my arousal.
I gasp. It’s barely a brush of contact. Incredibly light. Exquisitely subtle. But it rocks through my core.
“I want nothing more than to touch you,” she murmurs against the choker at my neck. “To drive myself and Leo wild, so he can take it out on me once he finishes his shift.”