“How many do you have left that are clean?”
I glanced down at myself and mumbled. “None. I was just going to wash this one in the sink.”
“Honey,” she sighed dramatically, making me already want to give in just so I would stop disappointing the poor woman. “I’m already washing these, might as well wash it with the rest of them.”
“But, I won’t have anything else to wear,” I glanced down at myself and gestured.
“Nobody around here is going to mind seeing a woman’s beautiful body,” she stared at me with an eyebrow raised and a knowing smirk on her face.
I finally gave in to the pressure and reached behind me. Under the tank top, I unclasped my bra, then slipped the straps down my arms, pulling the cups out from beneath the top. I handed the still warm, lacy white bra over to Ruby.
“That’s pretty,” Ruby said as she held up the lace to the light. “I can’t get away with so little material. These things need more support.” She cupped her full, round breasts that were probably at least a D cup, then sighed as she dropped my bra on top of the blouses. “I used to be able to wear pretty bras like this when I was in high school, but now I have to wear full coverage for the added support.” She shook her head.
“Wish I had bigger boobs like yours,” I blurted out.
She laughed and leaned against the washing machine. “Big tits are nice and fun. Both the guys and girls like them well enough, but you give up being able to wear certain sexy lingerie with minimal support. Bralettes? Yeah, not gonna happen with these babies,” she patted her right boob and shook her head ruefully.
“I guess you’re right,” I acknowledged. “Everyone always wants what they don’t have. People with straight hair want curly, brunettes want to be blonde...”
She gave me a wink. “Now you’re getting it. All while someone else out there is envious of them. I’ll have your clothesready for you before bedtime. Why don’t you find the boys in the study? Make them happy.”
I shook my head and laughed softly. “You’re relentless. Okay, I’ll go look for them. You’re really sweet, Ruby. I appreciate you.”
I watched, fascinated, as the buxom, bossy, and brash woman blushed with my compliment. Without waiting for a response, I turned and headed down the hall.
I walked through the house with my arms crossed over my chest, feeling strangely exposed without my bra on. I was realizing that I hadn’t asked for directions to the study when I finally heard voices and headed in that direction. As I got closer, I could hear Ry and Gage talking.
Ry was telling Gage about the case that he’d picked up today. A man allegedly beat and raped his fiancée, causing her to have a miscarriage. The poor woman had been in pain and heartbroken, but she’d crawled into her car and driven herself to the hospital.
Amy Fuller had been diagnosed with a broken rib and a fractured jaw. She was currently in the process of being forced to deliver the baby that had been killed in utero. She would have a long recovery, long after her physical injuries healed.
When Detective Nakamura and his partner showed up at their house, the man had been passed out drunk in his armchair. He’d been arrested despite his claims that the woman had fallen down the stairs. Ry had told me on the drive home that his dad was the minister at the largest Methodist Church in Selene, and he would likely make bail by dinner time.
As I listened to them talk, I was surprised by Gage’s response. He seemed particularly angry about the case. The vehemence of his tone was shocking. I wondered if he’d known the woman since he sounded like he wanted to hurt the man for what he was being accused of.
Ry’s tone was soothing, attempting to calm Gage as he cursed viciously. I suddenly heard a sound as I stood in the hallway where I had been attempting to give them privacy. Angry grunts and rustling clothing had my concern rising, so I stepped up to the door. I didn’t know what I would do to stop them, but I couldn’t stand the thought of the men fighting each other if that was what was happening.
As soon as the room came into view, I froze. There on his knees was Ryu Nakamura. Gage was sitting on a brown leather sofa against the wall of the study, with a mixed expression of anger and almost tortured pleasure on his handsome face. His jaw was tight as he glared down at the top of Ry’s head. Gage’s jeans were open, unzipped, and pulled to below his hips. His thick cock was standing out thick, red, and throbbing. Ry’s hand was wrapped around it, gripping it in what looked like a stranglehold.
I watched, transfixed, as his hand stroked up to the head and then back down. As his hand made the journey, a translucent drop of thick liquid seeped from the slit at the top of Gage’s cock.
“Stop fucking around. Lick it,” Gage growled low in his throat, sounding like he was seconds away from violence. His hands fisted at his sides, and I briefly wondered if he didn’t trust himself to touch Ry.
I watched with a growing awareness of my own desire pulsing through me as Gage’s cock disappeared into Ry’s mouth. I whimpered. From the doorway where I half-hid, Gage’s eyes darted up from where he’d been watching to meet mine. I wanted to move, to step back and leave them alone as I should have the moment I realized what was happening. I tried to order myself to, but something in Gage’s gaze forced me to stay exactly where I was. Without saying a word, his very aura held me prisoner.
He spoke to Ry without taking his eyes from mine. “Swallow me down,” he demanded gruffly. Ry did what he was told. Every inch of Gage’s cock went to the back of his throat, making it bulge obscenely until it completely disappeared from view. When he released him again, pulling off entirely, he left nothing but a thin strand of saliva connecting the two of them.
“Again,” Gage ordered roughly, still holding the stare between us. As I shifted restlessly, I felt myself growing dangerously damp in my borrowed shorts. “Swallow,” he said as his eyes caught every movement I made, every shift and squeeze of my thighs, his deep blue eyes growing more and more heated. When Ry was all the way to the root of him, down to the base, I could see his throat muscles working as he swallowed around the thick bulge. A part of me ached desperately to be the one in that position, to be the one choking on Gage’s cock. I could feel my core throbbing and clenching around absolutely nothing. An emptiness that desperately wanted to be filled. It was something I’d never needed before. I whimpered again.
“Harder,” Gage rasped out on a groan. “Faster.”
Ry complied instantly, his head bobbing faster and faster. As my heart sped up with the movements, I looked back at Gage to see that he couldn’t maintain his unaffected appearance any longer. His chest was heaving with his heavy breaths, and I watched as he swallowed back a moan. Then, just when I was ready to drop to my knees and beg to be allowed a chance to join Ry in pleasuring him, his eyelids drooped, becoming half-closed. His jaw dropped a fraction, surrendering the tightness that he usually held there.
With his gaze still on me, as though he were tempting me with the pleasure he was feeling, offering me the chance to join him in the bliss that was coursing through his veins, Gage moaned, lifted his hand, and gripped Ry’s head.
My eyes darted between the two of them. Seeing Ry frantically working his throat muscles as he swallowed rapidly was almost as fascinating as watching Gage orgasm. My clit pulsed in time with Ry’s swallows, and I knew that even without being touched, by just watching these two men give and receive pleasure, I somehow managed to find my own pleasure. I’d never even touched myself, had merely watched, transfixed, and had a fucking orgasm.
All I could do was slump against the doorway and drop my arms uselessly against my sides from where I’d still been shielding my braless chest. It seemed as if I’d lost all strength in my body. I couldn’t remember ever feeling so drained after the orgasms I’d given myself in the quiet darkness of my bed.
