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LEO
Ethan sprangfor some fancy-ass hotel in a part of London called Sloane Square, since he’s Mr. Moneybags and besides, is prissy about where he sleeps.
Myself, I would have been okay with a dumpy youth hostel, not that I’d ever take Ava to a place like that. I just don’t have the highbrow tastes the other guys do.
But when I see our room, I realize I could upgrade my palate, really fast.
The suite is sprawling, with incredible views of the city. Decorated in all whites and beiges, I’m both afraid to touch anything, but also lulled into the peaceful calm the décor offers.
There are two rooms as well as a living room, three bathrooms, and best of all, a full bar.
But I don’t care much about any of that, and neither do Jasper or Ethan.
Ava jumps into the bath for a quick freshen-up and I pour her favorite champagne, ordered in advance, of course. The guys and I opt for scotch on the rocks, and we chill in the living room, waiting for our girl.
And damn if the wait isn’t worth it.
She emerges in a long slinky gown and heels that Cami must have packed for her, bless the woman, and when she gets to the living room, she slowly turns so we can see her from all sides.
What a sight she is to behold. Dark green silk washes over her every curve, her nipples stiff from the tease of the fabric. As she moves, I can detect a tiny thong panty under her dress, and nothing else. No bra or anything.
Damn straight.
Ethan has a quiet jazzy tune playing on his phone, and Ava starts to move her hips in time to the music. She sips her champagne, and lets her head drop, her long curls tumbling down her back and brushing against her ass.
“That’s it, baby,” Jasper says in a low voice. “Show us how it’s done.”
I set my drink aside before I drop it, desperate to touch her skin after a painful sabbatical. I’m hard as a freaking boulder, my cock pressing painfully against the fly of my now too-tight blue jeans.
I shift in my seat to relieve some of the pressure. I have no choice—it was either do that or start crying like a baby over my pinched balls.
As Ava’s hips weave in time to the slow music, I look her up and down, savoring every inch of her body and the moment, trying to ignore my aching urge to touch her. I’m sure the other guys feel the same way, but I’m not looking at them.
They are not my problem, not at this moment.
“Take it off, baby,” Jasper says, gesturing that she remove the gown.
With a slight smile, she slips one strap down her shoulder and then the other, and with a little shimmy of her hips, the silk falls to the floor in a mound at her feet. She gracefully steps out of the pile of fabric, her tits shaking the smallest amount as she moves. Then, she bends to pick up the gown, giving me a perfect view of her ass and the thin layer of fabric stretched over her pussy. If I’m not wrong, I can smell her excitement.
“You’re something else, baby,” I say.
I can think of a dozen dirty things I want to do to this woman, including lick that pussy until she is shaking and crying to come, then drive my cock deep inside and feel her squeeze my dick. In fact, I’ve been thinking about exactly this the past couple weeks every night when I rub one out.
As if she can read my mind, she saunters over to me and bends down, hooking a finger under my chin, and pressing her lips to mine.
That’s all the invitation I need.
I pull her onto my lap so she’s straddling me and kiss her until I can’t breathe. Gripping the cheeks of her ass, I tug her closer so her covered pussy rubs against the fly of my blue jeans. Her fingers scrape through my hair while I pulse against her, both our sexes greedy for something more than just dry-humping.
What am I, in fucking middle school?
I pull aside the crotch of her panties as her tongue slides along mine, and when I reach her heated flesh, goddamn if her bare pussy lips aren’t soft and wet. I run a finger between them, pausing at her opening, and return to her clit, which I circle with my thumb and forefinger.
As soon as I do, she stiffens and arches, pushing herself into my hand while allowing her head to drop back. She digs her fingers into my shoulders for purchase as her red lips part to release quiet moans. Her long blonde hair swings from the back of her head and her tits are within reach of my mouth, inviting me to hungrily pull a hard nipple between my lips.
I’m in heaven. No other way to describe it.
