Chapter 9
Present
“Go on, darlin’.Take off those little shorts of yours that have been making me hard all day and give us a peek at your sweet pussy. You want to see it, don’t you Cam?”
I’m taunting him to get a reaction.
He needs this more than any man I know. He needs to forget about what he’s been through – with his on-going divorce, the custody battle, the fire, his burns, the death of his friend – and just be in the present.
“Fuck you.” He seethes, but it only makes me smile knowingly.
“Ah, Cam. You know how much I’d love for you to fuck me,” I tease,tskingat him with a waggle of my finger in the air. “I’ve been dreaming about it for years. It was the only thing that kept me going in prison.”
I land my palm on his outstretched leg beside me and absently run my fingers through the wisps of hair. He stills under my exploration, and possibly from my honest admission. It’s rare for me to mention anything about my time in prison. When he doesn’t wiggle out from under my touch, I know he’s interested.
Progress.
London, meanwhile, begins to unbutton and unzip her shorts, lifting her ass to shimmy out of them and kicks them across the floor with a flick of her foot.
Her fingers slide into the top edge of her panties and I stop her there.
“Leave them on. Open your legs and show us.” My voice sounds hoarse and throaty as she tilts her head up to look at me, worrying her lip in that sexy way that turns me on.
Foreplay with these two has always been hot as fuck. There’s something inside me that finds its alpha voice when I become a dominant in the bedroom. It only serves to spike my blood hotter when I’m with Cam and London. It gets me hard as steel to know that just the tone of my voice and direction I give gets London wet and Cam hard.
London does as I instruct, spreading her long, tanned legs and dragging the lacy panel of her panties to expose her wet pussy.
“Like this?” she purrs seductively, knowing full well that’s exactly what I wanted.
My head snaps to Cam, enjoying the first signs of his arousal through the bulge clearly visible in his shorts. “Cam? What do you think? Is that good for you? Or would you like to see more?”
Cam practically chokes out his word. “More.”
I wink with a salacious smile at this game we invented years ago. Our cat-and-mouse chase. Our own version of a sexy Simon Says.
Turning back to London, I look her over from head to toe, narrowing back in on her naked center.
“Finger yourself. Let us watch.”
She quirks an eyebrow but doesn’t protest, simply complies with my command by sliding a long, tapered finger inside her beautiful pussy. As she does, she tips her head against the back of the chair and moans a delicious sound.
“That’s it, darlin’. Get yourself nice and wet.” My eyes drift back to Cam, whose own focus is clearly on London, the tip of his tongue curled up behind his front teeth and his eyes glazed with arousal.
“Cam, would you like our girl to show you how wet she is?”
His response is in the form of a guttural growl and a nod of his head. Now firmly invested in this sensual game, Cam sits up and throws his legs over the side of the bed, maneuvering himself to make room for London.
Her moan fills the room as she withdraws her finger from her juicy center and holds her finger up in the air in a triumphant display.
I shake my head and bark out a mocking response. “Now how is Cam supposed to know how wet you are when you’re way over there, darlin’? You need to present him with the evidence. He needs proof.”
As I watch London stand and walk toward Cam, I remove my clothing so that I’m left only in my briefs. My dick is a throbbing and tormented muscle, dying to be touched and played with. I rub a palm over my shaft to get some relief just as London offers her wet finger to Cam.
The tip of her finger disappears slowly inside Cam’s opened mouth and his lips close around it as he devours her flesh. They both moan simultaneously – he from her taste and her from the action of his suction. And I groan with the possibilities of how fucking hot this is about to get.
If there’s one thing I know beyond the shadow of a doubt, it’s that when the three of us start something, it’s not going to end until we are all happily satisfied.
I bend at the waist, leaning over so that my face is nearly touching Cam’s.
