Stevie’s hips pressed down, angling so his mouth was on her clit. Nico focused his attention there, laving with the flat of his tongue before sucking it between his lips and flicking the tiny bundle of nerves.
“Nico!” Stevie sat up, staring down at him as she fucked her pussy on his face. She fisted his hair, holding tight as she trembled and whimpered.
Above him, Stone moved in close, plucking Stevie’s nipples while Nico drove her to the breaking point. She rocked her hips, taking what she needed. Nico could tell she was close, but she was holding back for whatever reason. He took the choice away from her when he pushed two fingers into her pussy, curling them at the angle he knew would cause her to detonate.
Stevie screamed, her back arching as she came.
Before she could fall, Stone was lifting her up, carrying her to the bed.
“My turn, baby.”
Nico got to his feet, not wanting to miss what happened next.
Earlier, Stone had said that watching her with him was an aphrodisiac. Nico knew that to be true. Trying to unravel why it worked was impossible. It was a mystery. One that Nico no longer cared to figure out. He was content to simply accept that this was where the three of them were meant to be.
Twenty-Seven
Stone smiled down at Stevie. “Tired?”
She shook her head.
“Want more?”
He laughed when she nodded. Damn, the woman was perfect. Sweet and sexy. Deviously mischievous. Wanton and proud of it. He loved that about her. Hell, he loved everything about her. He always had.
“Can you handle more?”
“Try me.”
“I want that ass,” he said, holding her stare, gauging her first reaction.
“What’re you waitin’ for?”
Oh, yeah. She was still a wild cat. Stone was pretty sure she had no boundaries. Not when it came to sex.
Because he knew she thought he meant he wanted to fuck her ass—which he certainly did, just not at the moment—he held up his belt, shifting the narrative.
Her eyes widened, but not from fear.
“Turn over,” he commanded.
She rolled slowly onto her stomach, then shifted onto her knees, her chest flat on the mattress.
He rubbed the smooth, rounded globes of her perfect ass, then trailed his finger along the crack, his fingertip brushing lightly over the tiny, puckered hole. “You know the belt’s gonna hurt, right? It’s vastly different from my hand.”
Her response was a shake of her ass.
“How many?” Stone asked Nico.
Nico pondered it for a moment before he said, “What’s a fair number, Stevie? Three? Five?”
She turned her head toward Nico when he joined her on the bed. Stone couldn’t look away, admiring the long, delectable length of Nico’s impressive body. He was ripped, his muscles highly defined because of his lean stature. It was obvious his body was honed from manual labor, and Stone was more impressed by that than if Nico spent hours a day at the gym. He was a work of art.
“Can we try one, and then I’ll decide?”
Stone chuckled. Apparently, she wasn’t as sure of herself. Not that he blamed her. He’d never spanked anyone with a belt. He wasn’t even sure how he’d feel about it, but he was willing to give it a shot. Admittedly, he’d practiced before he left the house, trying to get a good grip on the leather, figuring out the best way to swing. It was how he figured out that he had to remove the buckle to avoid a mishap. After all, he wasn’t out to hurt her, merely to give her the pleasure she sought.
He cupped her pussy, teasing her with a gentle touch while he let the anticipation build. When she relaxed, he rubbed her buttocks, grinning when she flinched. He continued to play, allowing her a few minutes to catch her breath after her orgasm. He wanted to build her back up slowly. Tonight was about her, even if she didn’t know it.
