Dipping my chin, I lean in and kiss Hannah’s scar. My touch is light as I trail my lips over her skin giving her a full body shiver as she tilts her head back. Ethan matches my movement on the other side and both of our hands move up her thigh and over her hips.
Our lips meet hers at the same time; she turns toward him, parting her lips as their tongues collide and he moans, squeezing his eyes shut.
I love how he loves her.
They’ve been together for years and he still kisses her like it’s the first time.
Pulling away, she faces me, cups my jaw, and pulls me in for a kiss that rivals theirs. Her lips taste like her, laced with traces of him, and the mixture is my kryptonite.
It turns passionate and I lean harder into her, wanting more, needing more. My heart pounds in my chest, not from nerves, but from the sensation of them. Both of them. Here with me. It’s everything I need.
She uses both her hands to cup my jaw and pulls back, that gorgeous smile adorns her face as she shakes her head.
“What?” I ask, confused.
Holding two fingers up on one hand, palm up on the other, she places the tips into her hand, signing for me to stand. She does the same to Ethan and it’s amazing how demanding she is with so few words.
Or maybe it’s just that she rules us in every way.
We both comply and stand, facing her with our backs to the window.
“Undress each other.”
My face splits into a mile wide grin while Ethan’s eyes shoot up to his gorgeous thick hairline.
Oh, I fucking love bossy Hannah.
Turning toward him, I hold my hands out, giving him the lead. His eyes bounce between the two of us, his chest rises and falls behind that crisp, white button down shirt and I have really dirty thoughts of what I’m going to do with the purple satin tie I want to rip off his collar.
His hands unravel my tie and he tosses it on the bed next to Hannah, then my shirt and pants, and I’m now standing in justmy matching purple boxer briefs—because I’m fancy like that—in front of my two favorite people.
I waste no time, as I step forward, removing his tie the same way, tossing it next to mine on the bed. I unbutton his shirt and push it over his large shoulders, using my fingertips to graze his soft skin, forcing his breath to hiss and I love how sensitive he is to my touch.
He’s frozen, his shirt still stuck behind his back as if it traps his arms and I unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, allowing them to drop to the floor. His black boxer briefs, snug tight around his dick, the bulge behind it just as undeniable as mine.
Hannah stands, her satin dress a perfect fit to her gorgeous body slithers with her steps. Everything about the movement and flow is soft with exception to the peaks of her nipples piercing through the fabric.
“Lay down.”
We easily comply again, each taking one side of the bed as we lay down beside each other.
“Put your arms over your head.”
My arms fly up. Ethan’s more cautious as they slowly raise.
She walks around to my side of the bed, grabbing a pair of bondage cuffs, wrapping them around my wrists then hooking them to the strap at my corner of the bed.
Repeating the same to Ethan, it probably only took a minute but it feels like a lifetime that I’ve been riding this wave of anticipation.
She taps my hip as her eyes gaze in mine. My body listens to her command as I lift my hips but keep my eyes locked on hers. Pulling my boxers off, I groan as a cool breeze wraps around my cock. It bounces out of the tight fabric and rests on the base of my abs, a string of pre-cum linking it to my skin.
“Oh fuck,” Ethan whispers next me, his eyes flicker at the window then back to my exposed cock with an undeniable shock that this is all really happening.
“Your turn,”Hannah signs as she steps toward him, I think as a warning, or maybe a question to make sure he’s still okay.
His breath is heavy but he nods, lifting his hips, giving her permission and fuck, it’s so goddamn sexy.
She strips the material down his legs and my mouth waters at the sight of his lean, tight body and jutting cock.
