When he pulled back, she was breathless, and her dress was already slipping from her shoulder.
Arthur's hands cupped her shoulders, turning her to face Jiro. Jiro stepped in without being told, his hands finding the small of her back and drawing her closer. They moved with unspoken coordination, a dance of hands and heat that pulled April into the center of their orbit.
They pressed in against her. Hands roving her arms and kisses placed on her newly bare shoulders. She could feel Jiro's warmth through the dress, the solid weight of Arthur behind her. It was barely a hug, but it had her heart kicking up and her thighs clenching.
"How are they—" April started.
Jax watched them a moment. “You can tell by how they move they’ve got a system.”
“A system?”
“They’re synchronized,” he said, already palming himself through his pants. His voice dropped. “It’s kind of beautiful to watch.”
Jiro’s mouth found her neck. Warmth bloomed where his lips touched like sunlight finding bare skin. “We do,” he murmured and she felt his smile.
Oh. So not from taxes then.
Arthur’s fingers brushed her shoulders and eased the dress down until it pooled at her feet. She barely had time to register it. And for one surreal second, she thought the dress had seen more in a single day than most formal wear did in a lifetime.
She stood in her underwear, cool air hitting her skin.
"Still wearing those? That's dedication."
“They’re my power panties.” She said as if it could encapsulate what being armored meant.
Jax grinned.
"Beautiful," Jiro corrected, placing a shallow kiss on the swell of her breast.
Arthur’s thumb traced the line of her spine, down, down until his hands settled firmly on her ass. He squeezed once. Then his fingers spread her through the lace, and April became suddenly, acutely aware of her own body.
Arthur’s voice stayed level. “Are you comfortable with anal?”
April turned toward him in his arms, steadying herself with the weight his gaze. “Yes.”
“When was the last time?”
She hesitated, then shook her head once. “Not in a while.”
Jax let out a low whistle. "Oh, this is going to be good." But his voice had changed. He shifted on the couch, and April realized he wasn’t just watching, he was witnessing. Wanting to see her come apart because it mattered to him that she did.
Arthur made a quiet grunt of acknowledgment. His fingers rubbed her hip in slow strokes. Then hooked into the black lace, slowly sliding it down until his fingers were caressing bare skin. He grabbed a cheek in each hand and slowly spread her open again.
"We're going to take our time getting you ready," he said.
Jiro's mouth found hers before she could respond, kissing her slow and deep. She opened to him and felt his tongue slide against hers.
Arthur's fingers explored, one hand still steady at her ass, the other sliding between her legs, finding her lips damp against his touch. "So wet already," he said, and she could hear the satisfaction in his voice. Her arousal grew at his words, and her pussy gave a sharp throb of want.
Jiro pressed gently on her shoulders, easing her down onto the couch without breaking the kiss. Jax shifted to one endpulling his cock out. The ladder piercing caught the dim light; metal gleaming along the underside of his shaft.
Arthur's eyes flicked over briefly. Then back to April.
“Don’t mind me,” Jax said, wrapping his hand around himself. “Just enjoying the show.” But his smirk faltered as they laid her down.
Then Jiro spread her thighs, and her focus narrowed. Watching him expose her pussy to cool air and the collective heat of their gaze.
Arthur moved between her spread legs, licking his lips as he looked at her. Her cheeks heated but she held herself still. Then they were both touching her: Jiro's mouth on her breasts, Arthur's fingers sliding up her leg. His gaze intense as he pressed his fingers inside her.
