Page 38 of My Crazy Killers
I don’t know why I’m so nervous. I suppose I’m just afraid of looking stupid. But isn’t that why I had wanted Sly or Dex to be the ones who lost the bet? Cause I thought they’d look so out of place doing it?
Somehow, I think they have higher expectations of me. When we got back after our contest, Dex and Pete helped me make lunch, then Jagger and I went to work listening to the recent phone calls from Ivan’s estate.
I had decided to make them another nice meal for dinner, and they had all helped again. That’s something that isso different now. Cooking. These guys have turned something I hate into something fun and enjoyable. I had no idea it could be like that, sharing the kitchen as I teach them how to cook. And they were all so attentive, listening to everything I said and trying hard to get it right on the first attempt.
I appreciate that about them; it’s what makes me want to get this right. They deserve a good show.
I try to remind myself that walking out this morning dressed in this very same outfit, I’d rendered Elias practically speechless.
Keeping the look of his face in the front of my mind, I lift my chin and walk out to where they’re all seated in the living area.
Trying to keep this new confidence, I point to Pete and tell him, “Music, maestro!”
He grins, quickly pulling out his phone and starting up a sultry playlist. As I round the chair Dex is in, I take a deep breath and will myself not to freeze. I know that if I stop, starting again will be so much more difficult.
As I round the chair, I place my hand on his shoulder and let it trail down his arm as I watch him, looking for signs that I’m doing this right. As soon as I’m in front of him, I place my foot on the seat between his wide spread legs and roll my body slowly toward him, letting my hands slide down the front of my body as I go.
“Holy shit!” Pete hisses from behind as Dex watches me with wide, heated eyes. He doesn’t move, and the fact that he's the one frozen in place, not me, makes me feel bolder. Leaning forward, I nibble gently at the edge of his jaw as I grab his hands, which are clenching tightly to the arms of the chair. I lift my torso back up as I place his hands on the outsides of my thighs.
That’s all the direction he needs; his hands instantly squeezing before running them slowly up and down my thighs, watching my hands as they roam over my undulating body.
When his eyes meet mine, I bite my lip and set my foot back down on the ground, moving my hands to the top of my skirt. Finding the zipper at the side, I slowly pull it down while watching him watch me. It’s a lot hotter than I thought it would be, stripping for them.
I was sure I’d be self-conscious, but now… Now I don’t want it to end, knowing he’s watching me with so much admiration and lust, just has me wanting to keep going. And when I turn around, to show him my ass as I slip my skirt down over my hips, I catch sight of four other sets of eyes trailing over my body.
I smirk at them, even offering a wink to Pete before I let the skirt fall to the ground.
“Whoever bought her fucking garters—you’re my new best friend,” Pete declares as he stares at my legs.
I had made one change since this morning. I traded out my fishnet tights for fishnet stockings and a black garter belt. It had taken me a while to get it on, but I have to admit it looks good on me. And since I’m now just in my undergarments and my tight crop top, the entire thing was visible, leaving nothing to the imagination.
I turn back around to face Dex as I step out of my skirt and lean down to kiss him on the side of his neck, taking my time as I take an extra few seconds to suck on the skin there, leaving a mark on him that makes me grin in triumph.
Sitting at the end of the couch closest to me is Jagger. I turn to him with a grin as I step in front of him and shove hislegs open wider so I can move closer. He has no problem reaching out to grip my hips and pull me closer.
I want to keep control, because I know if I straddle him like I really want to, I’ll just end up dry humping him until I climax. And as great as that sounds right now, I have a striptease to do for each of them first.
Lifting my left foot, I place it beside his hip, which allows me to lean in closer, my pelvis inches from his face as I start rolling my hips. His hands find my ass, and he starts massaging me, making me moan as I roll my body and run my hands up and down my front.
Eventually, I find the bottom of my top and pull it up slowly above my head. I swing it around a few times before tossing it at Dex, laughing when it lands right on top of his head. He pulls it down and inhales the fabric, making my grin fade as I feel myself getting even damper.
Turning back to Jagger, I find him staring up at my chest as if mesmerized. I try a few new moves, moving side to side, and his eyes stay fixated on my bra. I slip a finger under his chin as I bend down so my face is right in front of his. “My eyes are up here,” I say with a grin.
He grabs me by the back of my head and kisses me, forcing his way inside as his other hand squeezes my ass, making me groan. I pull back before it goes too far, blowing him a kiss before stepping up to the man sitting beside him, Sly.
He makes me feel a little more nervous than the others, as I know he has more specific tastes than they do, but I remind myself of the way he taught me to dance in the club with Dex. I realize I haven’t moved when he hooks a finger in the front of one of my garters and pulls me closer between his legs. Unlike Jagger, who is leaning back on thesofa, he sits upright, as if wanting to be as close as possible.
I start to roll my body as his hands trail all over me, as if unable to settle on a single part. I reach for the clasp on my garter, but he suddenly grabs my wrists and shakes his head. “Don’t take that off.”
My eyes widen in surprise, but I’m even more shocked when Jagger flicks open his pocket knife and raises an eyebrow at Sly. I stop moving as I watch Sly grab the side of my thong and slowly drags it down my thigh. I know it can’t be pulled off while I’m wearing the garters; I had learned that the hard way when I put it on. And they seem to know that too, as Sly pulls the side of my thong tight and Jagger leans over and cuts through it with his knife.
I expect Sly to do the same on the other side, but instead, he slides his palm up the front of my panties, making me gasp as a bolt of desire rolls through me. He dips his fingers in the front edge of them and slowly, torturously slides them down until they're between my legs. I feel my cheeks heat, knowing he must be feeling how wet they are right now.
He pulls them away from my body, and Jagger leans over my leg, cutting through the material much more slowly this time. When he’s done, the material drops to the floor, and he folds his knife and tucks it away.
“Hey! That was a matching set!” Pete says with a frown. I smile at him, realizing he bought me this dark green set.
“Will you get me another pair?” I ask as I start moving toward him, since he’s next in line. But Sly has other ideas. Not seeming to be done with me, he lifts my leg and sets it beside him, so I’m in the position I was with Jagger.
