The moans on the TV grew louder as I stood, waltzing across the room to stand over her.
Spencer looked up at me with those dark eyes, begging me to slip my hand between her legs.
Maybe I was just exhausted, or horny after weeks of being touch-starved, but I couldn’t deny I was tempted. I was curious how different her body might feel than her strap. To know how much power I really held over the two of them.
It could be helpful to know.
But instead, I shrugged, shifting my gaze over to Leo. “Why don’t you feel it for me?”
Leo’s brows shot up as Spencer cleared her throat. For two people I’d caught jerking off together in the living room, they almost seemed sheepish.
Had they ever touched each other before? A part of me wanted to laugh at the thought; it’d be like two college buddies jerking each other off.
Not that that was such a rare occurrence either.
Intrigued by my authority, Leo locked eyes with Spencer before bringing her free hand across the couch.
“For real?” Spencer eyed her, unsure what was about to happen.
Leo licked her lips, the bulge of her biceps drawing my eyes up her arms. “This is the first and only time I’ll let you tell me what to do.”
Flicking her eyes up to mine, Leo smirked. “Don’t get used to it, Princess.” With a nod from Spencer, Leo lifted the band of Spencer’s boxers and slid her hand beneath it.
Under the boxers, her fingers were still invisible to me, but their effect on Spencer was evident.
Spencer gasped at the touch, gripping the arm of the couch as she tried to calm herself down. Her eyebrows scrunched together, a confused pleasure washing over her face.
“How wet is she?” I looked into Leo’s eyes as I asked, holding that golden gaze.
“Could be more.”
Then Spencer’s eyes opened, staring at me as she groaned out.
Batting my eyes at her, I tilted my head. “Spence, I’d really like to know how Leo feels. Feel her for me.”
Lost to the pleasure of the moment, Spencer nodded and threw her hand across the couch toward Leo’s crotch. As her hand fished around Leo’s boxers, I could see the outline of a hard dildo under the fabric.
It made the task a little harder, but Spencer followed my commands eagerly.
A grunt came from Leo as she clenched her jaw, sealing the pleasure behind her plush lips.
“How about hers?” I prompted.
Before Spencer could answer, Leo growled, “Dripping for you.”
Spencer nodded. “Not a lie, Bunny. We want you bad.”
Both of them stared up at me, their eyes full moons as their forearms flexed. Spencer’s were lean, toned and spattered in tattoos. But Leo’s were bulging, hulking and veiny. With each movement of their hands, their arms told me what they were doing.
“Can’t have me.”
“Not yet.” The two of them grunted in unison, both intent on having their way with me.
With a smirk, I stepped closer, letting the scent of salt and musk sweep over me as their sweat and pleasure filled the air. They might be wet for me, but I was practically salivating for them. I couldn’t stop myself from wanting a taste.
But that wasn’t what I was here to do.
“Make each other come, the way you like.” I was on a mission, and this was a convenient means to a confusing end.
