“Here.” I pull out my phone and send him a link that it takes me two seconds to find. “One of our newborn A.D.A.’s has like four hundred pairs of glasses and she’s always going on about this site.” I watch him in silence, smiling to myself as he starts to scroll through the online store.
“Thanks. I’ll set a reminder for Monday night and actually make time for this.”
“Happy to help,” I say as Shaw steps back outside. I look over and see that he’s carrying a small, clear plastic tub in his hands. “Whatcha got there, friend?”
“Tools of the trade. I fleeted and got all cleaned up for this little party. It’s fucking time.”
“Oh, we’re doing this outside?”
“Yup. Can’t waste a perfectly good fire. We’re not doing anything with the fire. Just—”
“I get it,” I laugh. “I’ll trust your process.”
“Good. I’m ready to get fucked and do some fucking.” He sets the tub on a decorative tree stump that serves as a table. “Hey Brook.”
“Hey Shaw.”
“Come over here for a minute.”
“Are we starting now?” I ask as I come around the side of the fire pit. Shaw doesn’t respond right away. He just takes my hand and pulls me closer. I watch his dark eyes as his hand slides around my waist. His other hand cups the side of my neck. He kisses me, slow and deep. It goes on and on until I’m not sure I know how to breathe anymore.
This is Shaw’s superpower, I realize. Capable of bringing you from zero to sixty with a single kiss, touch or look. Of course, he ruins it the moment he opens his mouth, but the way he’s kissing me now makes up for it. It’s hard for me to picture not wanting him. When he leans back just enough so our lips are no longer touching, I’m under his spell. It happens that quickly and completely.
“Yeah, I think we’re starting now,” he says as he eases his thumb over my bottom lip. “Vaughn, you want to start now?”
I can’t see Vaughn from where I’m standing without turning around and looking away from Shaw’s deep brown eyes, I hear the thickness that’s filled his voice when he responds.
“Yes, sir. Where do you want me?”
“Right there is fine.” Shaw reaches over and grabs a pair of padded leather cuffs from the container. “Turn around there, little bird, and give me your hands.” I do what he asks, turning and putting my hands behind my back. He’s gentle as he buckles each cuff around my wrists. They are surprisingly comfortable and the chain links between them don’t put a strain on my shoulders. I could be restrained like this for a while. Too bad I still have all of my clothes on, including this big sweater. Before I can ask Shaw to do me a friendly favor and take off my leggings for me, his lips are next to my ear.
“Here’s what you’re going to do for me,” he says loud enough for Vaughn to hear. “You’re going to go over to our friend there and you’re going to make yourself come on his leg.” Vaughn sits at attention like he’s been given the command and slides to the edge of his seat.
“With my clothes on?” I haven’t had a good dry hump in a while, but I want to make sure I have his instructions right.
“Yes, baby. With your clothes on. I think you can do it. What do you think, Vaughn?”
“I have faith in her. She can definitely do it.”
Shaw lightly pats me on the ass. “Don’t be shy. Get in there.”
I let out a shaky breath, the feeling of Shaw’s breath still on my cheek. Vaughn opens his hands for me, then guides me onto his lap. A small voice in the back of my head is a little worried the weight of all my juicy curves might be too much for Vaughn’s slender thigh, but when his hands come to my waist, I’m instantly reminded of how strong he is. I think about how tall and slim he looks at a distance, but how underneath it all is pure muscle. He gently settles me over his left thigh, pressing my soaked already lips and my clit against the fabric of my underwear.
I squirm a little, trying to find the perfect position, the perfect angle, just as I feel Shaw step behind me. His hands come over my shoulders, his body pushing me closer to Vaughn as he leans over and grabs the hem of my cotton shirt. Shaw pulls it up to my chin and slips one hand into my bra, exposing my right breast and then the left. My nipples are hard now, aching.
Vaughn looks down, his throat working to swallow just before his lips part like he’s about to dive into the most delicious buffet. My body moves on its own, offering my nipples to him ’cause the only thing that would make this heat between my legs even better would be his mouth on me.
“Those aren’t for you,” Shaw says. I almost laugh at the way Vaughn’s expression drops. He adjusts his glasses and looks up at Shaw.
“Yes, sir.”
“You can kiss her, but leave her tits alone. Those are mine tonight. Brook, I don’t know what you’re waiting for,” he says to me as he walks around the side of the chair. He stops and stands right at Vaughn’s shoulder. “I know you don’t want to rush, but I can already tell how hard our poor Vaughn is and he doesn’t get to fuck me until you come. It would be kinda fucked up to make him wait all night.”
I glance up at him and then back at Vaughn. I can’t read his expression, but I feel the way the tension in his body matches the tension in mine. I want to come. I also want to watch him fuck Shaw.
“I guess I should help the both of us out, huh,” I manage to say.
“No pressure, but I’d appreciate it.” Vaughn’s nice way of saying his dick is about to rip a hole in his jeans. I start to move my hips and Vaughn helps me, scooting me higher up his lap, wedging my thigh next to his hard bulge. I start to ride him, grinding my pussy nice and slow against his body, chasing the friction from the layers of our clothes. It’s the best and the worst kind of torture. My pussy is already so wet, my clit so swollen. I know I can get off this way, but Shaw knows it won’t be enough.
