“Oh yes!” I say excitedly. “Wow, this is so beautiful. I would spend hours painting this if I lived here. I’d never get anything done.”
Crawford laughs, and when I turn, I see Ambrose has taken a seat at the other end of the table. Once my back is to Crawford, he puts his arms around me gently, and I feel his hips press against my ass.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, and I look back at him with a frown. “You can go home if you’d prefer.”
He seems very tentative tonight, which is definitely new. I know I should feel some sense of shame at how much money he’s paying me to be here, but there’s a part of me that wants to see how this plays out.
The idea of Ambrose watching us isn’t unpleasant. I find the thought almost intriguing.
“I’m okay. I don’t need to go home,” I say, and I feel him pull me closer. I don’t look at Ambrose yet, caught in Crawford’s gaze, and I shiver as he pushes one hand further up over my ribs and caresses my breast.
“You’re sure?”
“I am,” I say, knowing how he likes me to confirm things out loud.
“Alright, well then, if you don’t mind, I’d really like to fuck you now.”
His voice is a low growl, and I gasp as his other hand lowers between my legs and touches me through the fabric of my dress.
I moan as his fingers rub over me, massaging my body. I can feel myself getting wet already, and as I imagine what we must look like to Ambrose, the pleasure only intensifies.
He kicks my legs apart in that move I love so much, and my arm comes up to hold onto him as he starts to push harder against my clit.
“How do you feel about me kissing you?” he asks.
I open my eyes, and my gaze collides with Ambrose. He’s watching us, his dark gaze intense and focused.
“Would you let me kiss you?” Crawford asks.
I nod, and in the next second, he’s spun me round and lifted me up so I’m sitting on the table.
He pushes my thighs apart, steps into the space, and lowers his mouth over mine, crushing our lips together. His tongue drives into my mouth, unapologetic and firm, as his hands pull my hips against his hard cock.
I groan as he does, and our tongues collide as he kisses me in a way that erases every thought from my brain.
“Fuck,” he moves back, untying my dress and tugging it off my body. His hand plunges between my legs again, and I cry out as he pushes a finger hard into my entrance, through the fabric of my panties.
“You’re so wet, already. Fuck, I love how turned on you get for me.”
He kneels down then, and I rest my hands behind me as he pulls my panties off. I think he’s going to stand back up and justshove his cock in me, but instead, he pushes his face between my thighs and shoves his tongue into my body.
I collapse back onto the table, my hips writhing at the sensation as he sucks on my clit.
As I lie horizontal, my eyes meet Ambrose’s. He’s in the same position as he was before, doing nothing but watching Crawford go down on me, but somehow it’s more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced.
I come so hard I can’t help the scream that explodes out of me.
Holy shit.
I have a moment of intense panic that I’ve come so fast, but Crawford moans, licking up my release with obvious relish before pulling back and shoving a finger inside me.
“Fuck, that was hot. I think you like him watching us, don’t you?”
I can barely speak as he flips me over. I’m balanced on my forearms, my eyes locked and held by Ambrose’s gaze. He leans forward as I hear the ripping sound of the condom, and Ambrose licks his lips as Crawford’s fingers run over my thighs.
“You ready for me, Amelia?” he asks.
My eyes remain fixed on Ambrose as I nod. Then I let out a low groan as the blunt head of Crawford’s cock nudges against my entrance, and then pushes inside with one, hard, exquisite thrust.
