“Maybe he wants your soft mouth wrapped around him?” Monica hummed.
Jordan didn’t know where to look first. He was fixated on the way Amelia played with herself while Monica took her time kissing her neck and playing with her nipples. Both women’s breathing increased, the air was thick and heavy and layered over him like hot candle wax. He tugged at his collar, trying to draw in a breath that wasn’t coated in sex, Amelia’s breathy whimpers, or her musky scent.
“Fuck me.” The words tumbled out of his throat when Amelia widened her stance. Her hips were moving again in short jerky thrusts. His cock twitched and he gripped himself, watching her and Monica tease each other.
“Let me see you touch yourself.” Amelia’s gaze landed on him. The air cracked like a whip over his skin. “Please, Mr. Monroe.” She licked her lips. “Show me.”
“You see how prettily she begs,” Monica teased, gently nudging Amelia to her knees. “Are you not going to reward her for it?”
Jordan let out a pained chuckle, his control slipping between his fingers like sand. He wasn’t sure who was running the show, but it damn sure wasn’t him. He inched forward, closing the distance between him and Amelia. Her palms were placed on her thighs, and she looked up at him with hooded eyes—her fire was barely leashed.
“What do you want to see, Ms. Wayne?” he whispered, feeling Monica come to stand behind him. “Do you want to see my cock?” He brought his thumb against Amelia’s bottom lip before slipping it inside her mouth.
Amelia quickly wrapped her plush lips around his thumb, her tongue licking around him, causing him to grunt. “Do you want my cock on your tongue?” he hissed out, feeling Monica’s hands wrap around his waist. She tugged at his shirt, pulling it from his pants so she could slip her warms fingers against his skin.
He could feel her fingers teasing the top of his pants, testing the give and his resolve.
Amelia hummed around his thumb. He dropped his head, his hips rocking forward either on their own or with Monica’s help, he wasn’t sure.
“You’re both doing such a good job,” Monica murmured. “There are certain pockets in this room where I can visibly see our guests.” Her fingers dipped beneath his waistband at the same time Amelia nipped at his thumb. He’d told Amelia the same thing, but he’d only seen the outline of bodies. He wondered where those pockets were. He wanted to see too.
“I won’t tell you where they are.” Jordan grunted. Monica had read his mind. “There’s no fun in that for you guys.” Monica’s voice slipped through his blood stream. She tugged at his belt, undoing it. The sound felt like thunder clapping in the sky.
Someone else’s hands had joined her in undoing his pants. He couldn’t open his eyes and see Amelia on her knees, hungry eyes and eager hands pulling at his pants. It would snap whatever control he was still holding onto, and he did not want to rush tonight. Amelia had two climaxes; he wanted to give her plenty more along with Monica who was helping Amelia destroy him from the inside out.
“Everyone is glued onto you two.” Monica nipped at his shoulder. “Those pockets where I can see our guests,” she whistled. “They practically have their face pressed to the glass, flushed and desperate for more of your pleasure.”
Jordan felt his pants drop just under his hips. His breathing increased, his pulse roared in his ears, and still he couldn’t open his eyes, though he wasn’t sure keeping them closed was any better. His mind was painting a vivid picture with the help of Monica’s words.
“They’re enjoying watching you pull those pretty sounds out of Amelia.” Monica’s voice was smooth like honey, but it was Amelia’s hands on his cock, guiding it out of his briefs, which burned the back of his throat.
“They’re watching your expertise when it comes to what turns Amelia on.” Monica teased. The slow strokes up and down his shaft had his toes curling in his shoes.
“You’re not even going to deny it, are you?” Monica chuckled. “Your head is heavy and your eyes are closed, and yet….” She licked the side of his neck, causing him to surge his hips forward into Amelia’s hands. He really wanted her mouth on him, but he wasn’t sure how long he was going to last once that happened.
“I bet you know it’s Amelia’s soft hands wrapped around your thick cock.” Jordan groaned. The enunciation of the words thick and cock felt like someone zapped him in his balls. He had to breathe through his mouth to slow the tingling sensation creeping its way up his legs.
There were certain things that could obliterate him.
One of them, he was learning, happened to be on her knees in front of him.
Another was the spot on his neck Monica was currently running her tongue across, and the other thing was when the person he was engaged with asked him to fuck them or said the word cock.
He was a simple man; he knew that, and Monica knew it too. He had to give her credit. She knew how to shift the dynamic between the three of them with an ease he envied.
“Open your eyes, Mr. Monroe. Amelia’s been such a good girl. Look at her, waiting patiently to taste you.”
Jordan braced himself and slowly opened his eyes. His heart dropped to his ass when he saw the picture the three of them made. Amelia’s eyes were on him and filled with a need he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his days giving into. Her teeth nipped at his thumb still in her mouth, and she moved her head back and forth, sucking on the digit. He groaned when he saw one of her hands dip between her legs and felt Monica’s hand wrap around him to help her stroke him.
“Jesus,” he cursed, his knees almost gave out. “You don’t even know the power you have over me, do you?” The words tumbled from him as he pulled his thumb from her mouth to grip her chin. “Don’t stop touching yourself, but open your mouth for me, Melia.”
He groaned, watching her lips pull back into a smirk before she complied. “Wider, sweet girl. You’re going to do nothing but touch that pretty pussy of yours while I take my time fucking this vicious mouth.”
He felt Monica’s silent laugh against his back, and a new idea sparked in his mind. One he had to snatch onto before all the blood in his body heady south. “Monica,” he glanced over his shoulder. He ran through the list of toys the club had advised would be in the room with them tonight, should the need call for it. He hoped they hadn’t been wrong.
“Grab a strap,” His voice was hoarse. “It’s not for me but get one for her and yourself. There should be one with a…with um….” Fuck his mind couldn’t concentrate. “It’s one of the….”
Monica’s laughter sounded like claws running down his back, and he had to bite his lip to keep the moan low and controlled. “I know where your head is going.” She squeezed his cock, and the damn thing jumped in her hands. “You want the one with the device that vibrates against my clit too.” She kissed his neck. “So sweet, looking to give me my own pleasure, while we give Ms. Wayne hers.” She released her hold on him.
