“I could never be done,” I insist.
“What does Rae want?” Asher questions.
She looks between us, clearly unsure. I’ll take her away from all of this if she wants me to. But deep down, I know she doesn’t.
I nuzzle my face into her neck. “Tell us, Sunshine, what do you want?”
She pulls back, her eyes volleying between mine like she’s trying to study my reaction. Her voice drops, whispering, “Would you leave if I tell you this is exactly what I want?”
I shake my head. “Absolutely not.”
“Will you hate me tomorrow if I want him to touch me too?”
“I could never hate you.” I press my lips to her ear, speaking directly to her so low that Asher can’t hear me. “But if he wants to watch then let’s show him what youreallylike.”
Rae rolls her lips together, and I can see she likes the sound of that by the mischievous look on her face. She can be anxious, but I can see when her confidence returns. Especially when she gives me another silent command, pulling me by my hand over to the couch. I never thought I would like to be told what to do by her, but it’s because it’s Rae.
She sits down while I stay standing, watching and waiting for what’s next. I can feel Asher’s eyes on us, but he remainsquiet. Also watching and waiting. I would have thought it would be awkward with him here, but it’s not. There’s another level of tension knowing he’s watching.
“Kneel,” she tells me, and I do, bringing me eye level with her. She looks over to Asher while I keep my eyes locked on her. “Don’t forget to take notes.”
“I don’t need them. I just can’t wait to make you come harder than he can.”
I scowl, knowing he just wants to get under my skin. But that’s fine. If Rae wants him to watch then I’ll make sure he sees how I make her come apart for me.
Reaching up, I pull at her jeans, silently asking with my eyes on hers if this is okay. She lifts her hips, allowing me to pull them off her body.
“Take your shirt off, good girl.” Asher commands from the chair.
“Thought you were just supposed to be watching,” I say without looking at him.
“I am, which is why I want something good to look at,” he retorts.
“Take yours off too, then,” Rae counters, and I smirk. She nudges my shoulder with her foot. “You too.”
Reaching behind my neck with one hand, I pull my sweatshirt off immediately, because if she wants to see my body, she can. But my mouth is watering at the sight of her bare before me. Her dripping pussy on full display while she removes the remainder of her clothes.
I have to adjust my erection straining against my zipper from looking at her, and from hearing her be so confident in her sexuality like this. It’s fucking hot.
Leaning down, I push her legs apart, holding her thighs open hard enough that she falls back against the couch.
“Should I continue?” I ask, the corner of my lips upturned while I wait for her to tell me what she wants.
Nodding, she lets out a small whine. “Please.”
“Look at the good girl using her manners,” Asher comments, but I’m unable to say anything because my mouth is busy diving in to taste her.
I groan, licking up her entire slit, her arousal coating my tongue before I wrap my lips around her clit and suck so hard she’s bucking up trying to get closer. I trail my mouth up to her stomach, then move a hand from one of her thighs to push a finger into her tight channel.
“You’re so wet,” I tell her, my digit sliding in so easily. “Does having him watch us make you like this?”
“Yes,” Rae moans. “Andyoumake me like this.”
I push another finger into her, pumping them while I continue to kiss up her body. Making sure to spend extra attention on her nipples, licking and sucking them before moving higher up to her face. Dropping my forehead onto hers while I continue to fuck her with my fingers, I ask, “Are you going to be a good girlfor meand show him how much you like coming on my fingers?”
Rae wraps an arm around the back of my neck, holding me close, while my palm starts rubbing her clit as I curl my fingers to rub her inner walls. She moans her answer, nodding against me. Her eyes flutter, but I keep watching her face, studying each small expression she makes as her body reacts to the way I’m touching her.
I’m hyper aware that my eyes aren’t the only ones that are on her. But I’m also aware of what those eyes are doing to her. But he’s not the one touching her like this. He’s not the one that gets to talk her through her orgasm.
