“Can I show them all the ways you’re mine, Isabelle?”
I lick my lips and nod. Gage’s hand comes up to collar my throat, and with one finger, he nudges my face to meet his and claims my lips.
I moan and melt into him. The cool metal of his lip ring as his mouth caresses mine feels electric, pulsing signals shooting through every nerve in my body.
The hand between my thighs moves up to cup me. It feels so possessive, and I love every second of it. My hips move, seeking more.
“I want to touch you,” he groans.
“So do it.” Even I can hear how frantic and desperate my demand is.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes!” I practically cry.
“Positive?”
I open my eyes, seeing his eyes alight with amusement. “I’ll do it myself and make you watch again.”
“Fuck, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen,” he says against my lips as his fingers start rubbing up and down over my underwear.
“Uh-huh,” I pant out.
“Watching your fingers move over that needy little clit.” Just as he says the word, he rubs a circle over my clit, making me moan.
“Watching your pussy pulsing around nothing. Bet she was so fucking hungry for my cock.” It’s like he has adirect line to my pussy, every word is like an instruction my body follows without hesitation.
He moves a hand to my thigh, pulling it over his. “Keep them open for me, baby.”
The skirt of my dress still obscures the view to the people watching on the other side of the window. I can see the man and woman who were sitting together now caressing each other over their clothes, but their eyes are focused on me and Gage.
Gage pulls at the cup of my dress and bra. His lips move down my collarbone until he reaches where my breast is now exposed. His mouth closes over my nipple and tugs while his fingers tease the side of my underwear, daring to creep underneath.
My cheeks feel flushed, my breathing heavy as desire suffocates me.
“More,” I beg.
His tongue flicks over my nipple, and his fingers pull my underwear aside. My eyes fly open, realising how bare I am for our onlookers.
The other man has now joined the couple. One man is kissing her neck, while the other lavishes her breasts. She has a leg over each of the men’s thighs, open to them the same way in which Gage holds me. They both have a hand between her thighs, sharing the space.
Gage rubs his fingers over my bare pussy. “So wet already, Buttercup.”
He pulls off my breast, looking up at me. When he sees my eyes dart over to the window, he follows.
“Ahhh,” he hums, then brings his hand back to my throat, holding my chin gently to keep watching through the window. “Do you like watching, or do you like knowing they’re getting off from watching you?”
“I have no idea, it’s all working.”
He chuckles. “Let me see.” He pushes two fingers inside of me, making me gasp. They glide in with ease, the fullness causing my eyes to roll back in my head.
“So. Wet.” Gage kisses my jaw in between the words, his fingers slowly pumping in and out.
I watch the throuple outside the window as both men seem to follow our movements, each with a finger inside the woman.
Gage’s thumb moves up to circle my clit, and his fingers move deep inside of me before drawing almost entirely out. When he pushes in again, it’s slow and utterly claiming. He coaxes out every feeling as if it belongs to him.
When I notice the woman moving her hand inside both men’s pants, I copy, reaching my hand behind me and sliding it down against Gage’s hard abdomen until I reach the button on his jeans.
