“Fuck,” she gasps, and I look over to see Beau pull her lobe between his teeth. Her knees buckle slightly, but we won’t let her fall. We’ve got her. Always. I hold back a chuckle because we haven’t even touched her yet and she’s already responding to us so well.
This will be fun.
“Do you trust me?” I whisper against her skin. Her eyes, squeezed shut I realize, open wide and gaze longingly into mine.
“Yes. I trust you. Both of you.” Her words are breathy but sure, and I drop to my knees before her. I rest my handslightly on her thighs, not once breaking our connection. There’s something about the way she holds my stare that fuels me to keep going, even though I know that the broody asshole in the corner could put a stop to what we’re doing at any moment. I’m holding onto the hope that he won’t. Beau’s hand slides to her waist, anchoring her from behind. His knee spreads her legs for me, and I couldn’t hide my grin if I tried. Her mouth parts into an ‘o’, and her brows dip and I’m guessing it’s because we’re taking our time. I’m nothing if not a tease.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this, Jovi. Haze on his knees before your pretty, wet cunt. My hard cock brushing against your perfect ass. An ass that was made to be fucked and filled by us.” Beau’s words affect even me, and my brows rise in surprise. He’s being naughty. That’s only going to piss West off, which he knows already.
“Oh, Beau… Haze,” she says on a moan, and I dip down until my face is at her feet. I start to trail slow, wet kisses from the inside of her ankle, and up to the sensitive skin of her thigh, worshipping her in ways I know nobody would have ever done before. Every inch of this woman’s skin is ours, and she’s not leaving this fucking island until she knows it. I reach out and slide the silk fabric higher, tasting her but it’s not enough. She knows what I want. She spreads her legs even more, getting the message. West is probably losing his fucking mind over there, but too damn bad. This is all or nothing. But I’m not going to make it easy for him. I know exactly what will tip him over the edge.
I pull the fabric higher, revealing her lacy pink panties to me.Godfuckingdammit.My cock is hard as stone, and I can feel the pre-cum dripping from my tip in my sweats, desperate to take her. To have her pussy while Beau fucks her ass.
“You have about five seconds, Haze.” West’s voice comes out more like a growl and my gaze instantly flicks to him. His grip onthe armrest is brutal, knuckles bleaching white. Every muscle in his body is wound tight, every shred of his restraint is hanging by a fucking thread. I’ll give him this. He tried. He held out longer than any of us expected he would. But that cage he’s been locked inside is wide open now, and finally, our lover is here to play.
“Are you topping from the bottom, Haze?” West says, his voice stern and laced with authority.
“No, Sir,” I reply, swallowing the lump in my throat, relieved that the West that Beau and I know is finally here in this room with us.
“Good. Know your fucking place.” My balls are fucking throbbing because if the look on his face is anything to go on, we're in for a real treat. I bow my head and immediately remove my hands from Jovi’s body, resting them at my sides. This isn't my first rodeo, and as much as it pains me not to touch her, I know better than to defy him now. Especially when his voice leaves no room for argument.
“Beau. Sit.” The sound of Beau’s movements fills the room as he snaps out of his trance and obeys West’s command. I don't look up. I don't need to. I already know that Beau is in the same position as I am, waiting for West’s next order. This will test Jovi's limits. She thinks this is what she wants but can she handle it? I guess tonight will tell.
“Where do you get off taunting me?” West’s words roll over us, and to be honest, I don't know which of us he's talking to. I choose not to respond. I don't want to stop whatever is happening here because we've all waited way too long for this.To have her.
Jovi’s body stiffens before me, as if realizing the weight of this moment and what's about to happen here.
“Have you imagined just how sweet her wet cunt tastes, Haze?” My throat goes dry and I swallow hard, nodding my answer. “Use your fucking words.”
“Yes, Daddy.” The growl that leaves West’s lips is delicious, and I can hear a slight whimper come from Beau, quiet enough so West cannot hear. Beau loves this side of him. We both do. I steal a quick glance at Beau, noticing the damp spot on his gray sweatpants from his dripping cock, and bite back a smile. Because that would only get me into trouble.
“Why don't you see how wet she is for us?”Fuck.I tilt my head up to look at Jovi, her eyes are fucking wild with heat and anticipation, and I straighten, gently lifting the hem of her nightie until my face is in line with her lace covered pussy. She’s fucking beautiful. Everything about this woman drives me crazy and I’ll never get enough.
Slowly, she reaches down and grips onto the silk fabric, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth. She’s so fucking greedy. She needs this now more than ever, and with West stepping in, that need only burns hotter and hotter. Slowly, I trail my fingertips up her thigh, my eyes never leaving hers. I toy with the elastic of her panties, gently tracing the lace before pulling them to the side.Jesusfuckingchrist.My eyes fall onto the spot between her legs. Her glistening, bare pussy, right there in front of me and it’s all I can do not to taste her right here, right fucking now. I don’t say a word as I glide a finger through her wetness, relishing in the way her legs part for me, needing to feel more. But I hold back. That’s not what I was told to do. I look over to where West is seated, his brow raised, waiting impatiently for my answer.
“She’s so fucking wet for us, Daddy.” Slowly, I work her, gently gliding my finger back and forth, then up to coat her clit with her arousal. West watches, but he doesn’t tell me to stop, and his expression says that he’s barely fucking holding on.Good.
“Beau,” West murmurs, and I look over to see his hands clenched into fists resting on the tops of his thighs. He’s lookingat West, but I can feel just how excited he is from here. Judging by the tent he’s sporting in his pants, I’d say that if you blew on it, he’d probably come. “You think you can feel her without my permission?” West is fucking snarling at this point, and I watch as Beau’s brows dip in confusion. Oh—wait.West must have noticed Beau having a little fun of his own with Jovi, underneath the blanket on the couch earlier, before all the commotion happened. And that means Beau’s more than likely about to be punished for it. It’s pointless hiding anything from West. He notices everything and Beau was foolish to forget that little detail.
“I-I’m sorry, Daddy. I couldn’t help it,” Beau’s voice comes out all raspy, and I don’t miss the slight smirk teasing the corner of his lips. Jovi’s legs start to shiver, and West’s eyes shoot to mine.
“Don’t let her come.” I remove my finger from her pussy instantly and the death glare Jovi gives me would have killed me if she could. She says nothing and that’s probably wise. Instead, she scowls down at me, pissed off that she’s being denied her much needed orgasm.
Soon, Princess.
“Show him what she tastes like,” West says, his voice rough. I’m a little confused because how is that a fucking punishment? I glance over at West and God, he looks tortured. His blue eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them, his jaw is practically wired fucking shut. The only thing holding him back is his punishing grip on his chair, because we all know that the moment he lets go, he’ll lose control completely. That’s what I’m counting on. But, looking at him now, I don’t see it. This. What we’re doing. He’s not punishing us. He’s watching. Living through us. Letting himself feel her without actually touching us and is he fucking kidding? He’s still not going to touch her?
I open my mouth to speak, then quickly shut it, doing my best to ignore the ache in my chest put there by pure, unrelenting disappointment because I thought this was it. I thought he wanted her as much as we do. Turns out, I might have been wrong.
Deciding to go along with it, I hold out my finger to Beau, and he leans in, shooting West a glance before curling his tongue around the finger that just seconds ago was touching her pussy. Beau’s eyelashes flutter as he sucks, tasting the effect we have on our girl. It’s still not enough. I see it written on his face. We want more.
I glance up to meet Jovi’s eyes, giving her a look that I hope translates tofollow my lead, then shoot her a wink. Her eyes twitch, only slightly, but that’s just going to have to be enough. I look from her nightie, then back up to meet her eyes, and she nods slightly in response. Within seconds, she reaches for the silk hem, then slides it up and over her head, throwing it in West’s direction. She turns to face him, and I have never been so fucking proud of anyone in all my life. We’re so in sync with each other, and if that’s not enough to prove just how right she is for us, I don’t know what will.
“You don’t get to tell them what to do with my body, if you’re too much of a fucking coward to do it yourself. So, what’s it gonna be, West? Are you going to sit on the sidelines like a little bitch? Or are you going to fuck me like a man?”
Okay. I feel like I just died. I did not expect that to fall from her lips, but here we fucking go, people. West shoots to his feet, the chair scraping across the floor as he stands. Fury and disbelief carve hard lines into his face, his blue eyes blazing as they lock onto Jovi. She doesn’t flinch or shrink back. Nothing. That’s our girl. She plants her hands on her hips and meets his stare head on, completely fearless, wearing nothing but a pinklace bra and those delicious panties, which I am now realizing is a thong.
Lord, help me. She’ll undo me, I swear it.
