“On the bed.”
Noah carries her over, his dick pressing against her pussy before he tosses her softly to the mattress. She lets out a gasp, her breathing still erratic.
“I want to take your arse while he fucks your cunt,” I say.
“Are you up for that, sweet girl?” Noah asks, his fist sliding up and down his shaft, still glistening from her arousal because fuck if we don’t get off on her consent.
“Yes,” she says,her voice hoarse, her eyes darting between us, the colour drowned out by her pupils.
“Good girl. Lose the dress but keep on the shoes.”
She moves to her knees and tries to disentangle herself from her dress. She huffs, getting increasingly flustered as she tries to pull it up her torso.
“Hold still,” I say, reaching into my bedside drawer, pulling out my pocketknife and flicking the blade open.
Her breath hitches, her gaze sliding to the blade as it glints off the light from the bedside lamp.
We’ve dabbled a little with knife play, but it’s mostly about trust; trusting us to go up to a line but never cross it.
“Lay down.”
She does, no questions asked, and I love how easily she submits.
Kneeling on the bed, I crawl over her and straddle her thighs.
I pull the hem of her dress away from her body, dragging the blade through the material and up the length. The knife is sharp and glides through like melted butter until the fabric parts, revealing her heaving chest and her breasts spilling out of her strapless bra.
With the tip of the blade, I skim it across the swells of her breasts, then down the centre of them until I reach her bra, slicing through it and freeing them for me.
Her eyes follow the motion, her nostrils flaring.
Flicking the knife closed, I toss it onto the bedside table.
She shivers, her nipples hard peaks, and Noah leans over, sucking one into his mouth. Her hand moves to the back of his head to hold him in place.
Not wanting to leave her other breast out, I lean over and suck the stiff peak into my mouth.
She moves her other hand to the back of my head, arching up.
I bite down, knowing what she needs, and then pull back.
“Noah, grab the clamps.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice as he reaches into the drawer full of toys and hands me the silver nipple clamps.
“You want this, don’t you, little temptress?”
I love how her breathing heightens, and she licks her lips in anticipation.
“You know I do.”
Raising an eyebrow, I glance at Noah and then back at Jessica.
“You sure? You seem, dare Isay, indifferent.” I want to goad her almost to the point of begging. Because I love it when she begs, the way she squirms, desperate for our cocks.
Her eyes narrow, our wanton seductress coming to the surface. She’s come into her own, so much more confident in asking for what she wants and taking what she needs.
“Caleb, please, I want you to put those on my nipples, and then I want you both to fuck me.”
