She suppresses a shiver, eyes darting between us. “You can’t be serious.”
I pluck the rose from the bed and toss it to her. She fumbles, nearly drops it, then catches it in both hands like it’s about to explode.
“Start with that,” I say. “Low setting. You won’t regret it.”
She stares at the toy, then at me. “If I do this, will you leave me alone?”
I bark a laugh. “Not a chance, babygirl. But you’ll be too blissed out to care.”
Raf cocks his head, studying her like he’s trying to figure out which part to bite first. “Sit,” he commands, nodding at the edge of the bed.
She does, perching on the mattress like it’s radioactive, keeping the rose toy clamped in her hand. She sits with her knees together, skirt riding up just enough to show the tan skin of her upper thighs. Her legs are trembling a little, and she doesn’t even try to hide it.
I sit beside her, close enough that our hips touch. Raf stays standing, looming over both of us, arms folded.
I take the toy from her hands and flick it on. The hum is quiet, but the vibration is strong enough to rattle my palm.
“Here,” I say, dropping my voice again. “Lean back. I’ll show you.”
She doesn’t move, so I put a hand on her shoulder and gently push. She tips back, propping herself up on her elbows, mouth pressed into a hard line.
I slip a hand up her inner thigh, and she gasps, jerking. But she doesn’t close her legs, which is all the permission I need.
“Relax, Ava,” I murmur, tracing circles on her inner thigh with my thumb. “Just breathe.”
She lets out a shaky breath, eyes locked on the ceiling.
I slide her skirt up another few inches, until the hem is bunched at her hips. Her panties are white again, this time with little black polka dots.Cute. I hook a finger under the elastic and ease it to the side, exposing her pretty pink pussy.
Of course, she’s already soaked.
I spread her lips with my fingers and press the rose toy to her clit, holding it in place with a gentle but firm hand. The effect is immediate– her whole body arches, a low moan escaping her before she can choke it off.
“That’s it,” I coax. “Let yourself feel it.”
Raf moves in closer, watching with dark, hungry eyes. He doesn’t touch her yet, but the tension rolling off him is fucking palpable.
Ava’s breathing gets ragged, hands clutching the bedspread so tight her knuckles go white. Her back arches higher, and I watch her bite down on her lip, trying to silence the noises escaping her.
“Good girl,” Raf murmurs as I nudge the toy in slow circles. “You like that?”
She shakes her head, but the lie is so obvious it’s laughable.
I twist the setting up a notch, and she jolts like I zapped her with a live wire.
“Fuck,” she gasps, face flushing crimson.
Raf uncrosses his arms, dropping to his knees on the floor between her legs and shoving my hand out of the way. He takes the toy from me, but instead of just holding it, he presses his mouth to her thigh, lips cruising up toward her cunt, then flicks his tongue over her clit in time with the toy’s pulse.
Ava’s eyes roll back, and she makes a noise I’ve only ever heard out of porn stars. It’s fuckingglorious.
“Our girl tastes fucking sweet, doesn’t she?” I ask him as I lean over, palming her breast through the thin fabric of her shirt, thumbing the nipple until it pebbles under my touch. She makes a choked sound, twisting, but she can’t get away. Doesn’t want to, really.
Raf grunts in affirmation, tongue still working her over. “Take her shirt off,” he growls.
I oblige, tugging the hem up and over her head, then unsnapping the clasp of her bra with practiced ease. Her tits are perfect– round, perky, with dusky pink nipples just begging to be sucked. I do exactly that, wrapping my lips around one while rolling the other between my fingers.
Ava’s body is a live wire, all nerves and heat. She’s moaning louder now, my cock straining against my zipper.
