I reach out and take her legs, draping them over my lap instead.
She wriggles a little as I run my hands over the smooth skin of her shin and up to her knees.
“Did it get you a little excited?” I ask.
Sydney bites her lip and doesn’t answer me. So fucking adorable.
“You can come watch me anytime, you know that?” I assure her, sliding my hand a little higher. “And if it gets you excited, I can always help with that. I wouldloveto help with that.”
Her breath hitches as my hand creeps higher, but she keeps her legs tightly pressed together.
I pause, my hand on her thigh. “Is… Is something wrong?”
“I, uh…” She shakes her head and leans back against Alec, looking up at him pleadingly.
“You can tell him,” Alec prompts.
Sydney shakes her head again.
“Tell me what?” I ask, glancing between the two of them.
Alec’s hand reaches down to touch her thigh, tapping it once with his fingers, like a command.
Sydney finally lets her legs fall open.
Curious, slide my hand between her legs, up her inner thigh and…
Oh.
“You’re dripping,” I observe with a light chuckle.
‘It’s not… It’s notme,” Sydney insists, throwing another quick look up at Alec.
Of course it isn’t. I know exactly who it is from that photo.
Taking her ankle, I maneuver it to the other side of me on the couch, so I’m between her open legs.
“He can be a real asshole, can’t he?” I ask her with a sympathetic chuckle. I push her dress up a little higher. “A real possessive mother fucker.”
“Watch it,” Alec growls.
“But I don’t mind,” I assure her, leaning down and kissing a line up her thigh. “It doesn’t bother me at all.”
When I get to that wet part on her leg, I drag my tongue over it, lapping it up.
Sydney gasps, writhing back against Alec. Her mouth is open in pure disbelief when I look up at her.
It’s just cum, right? Honestly, I’ve never seen what the big fucking deal was, why everyone’s so freaked out by it.
Licking my way up her leg, I pause at her soaking wet panties, glancing up her body to make sure Sydney is watching.
She is. Her eyes are wide as I peel the fabric to the side and run my tongue through all the mess Alec left behind.
“See, darling?” Alec coos to her while she whimpers, grinding back against him. “Ashton knows how to treat his queen.”
Queen? I pause, the flat of my tongue against her, and glance up.
She does look like a queen right now, doesn’t she? In a dress I know Alec probably had commissioned just for her, sitting spread-eagled in a private box that cost a fortune, with the city's two most desired men at her beck and call.
