I mouthed his neck, her gaze latched on us, refusing to look away until I slid a hand to the front of his pants. Her eyes followed my every move. I ripped open the button fly I swore the man wore to fuck with me, and her mouth fell open. My fingers tangled with the hair at the base of his cock, tugging at it, and she gasped.
“She’s so responsive, Papi.”
“Oh fuck,” she moaned.
I cupped Declan’s messy, precum-drenched dick and pulled it from his pants. Letting it hang over the fly, I dragged a finger up his length, gathering his fluids. Her pulse fluttered at the base of her neck, then sped up. If I were to place my mouth over it, it would be a steady hum like a hummingbird’s wings.
I intended to suck Declan’s precum off my finger, but at the last moment, I tilted my chin so I could stare at her and whisper in his ear.
“Open, vato.”
His mouth fell open, and he licked and sucked my finger clean. All the while, she watched us, her thighs rubbing together. The flush of lust colored her creamy, porcelain skin.
I couldn’t take any more.
“Are you staying or leaving,colibrí? And if you are staying, are you watching or joining?”
“Umm… yeah… umm. I gotta go.”
She darted off down the hallway, and Declan groaned.
“You screwed that up, Papi.”
“Shut it, and get your ass in the bedroom.”
He chuckled, and joy the likes of which I’d not felt since the night we spent under the stars outside a swanky ass beach house filled me. I gazed after the sexy little minx who had two men salivating over her.
“Fly away while you can, colibrí. You’ll come back to us.”
“She might not wanna play with you, but… I do.”
I turned toward my husband’s voice, smiling at the wickedly delicious sight before me. He leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. His pants still open and his dick hanging out of his pants, so hard and purple he had to be throbbing.
I licked my lips and advanced on him. “Trust me,cariño, I wanna play with you, too.”
He smirked, gripped his dick, and backed into the room. I stalked after him, turning to shut the door, and caught sight of the little minx who had Declan and me jonesing for a fix peaking around the corner. I winked at her, and she scurried off with a squeak. I laughed, shutting the door before I turned back to Declan.
His hand still gripped his leaking cock and I said, “Vato, if you want your ass spanked, you just have to ask. Breaking the rules never gets you what you want.”
“Spank me, Papi.”
“Is that a question? It doesn’t sound like a question.”
“Spank me, Papi. Please.”
“Better.”
I pulled him to me, wrapping an arm around his waist, and letting my forehead rest against his. Savoring the feel of him against me, in my arms, I cupped his neck and brushed my thumb over his dimpled cheek.
“I missed this.”
“Same,” his voice soft and emotional.
“Strip for me?” I asked.
He reached over his head, pulling the shirt from his body. Then he did the same with mine. The way he looked at me made me preen like a peacock. The desire in his eyes boosted my ego.
He’d worshipped me a year ago, but I’d been self-conscious as hell the whole time because I’d not managed to get back to my former self yet. Although it was better than the year before.
