Page 62 of My Crazy Killers
There was just something so erotic about her giving that control over to me. Not only that, but I could make her orgasm twice as powerful when she put all her trust in me.
The cruise ship pulls away from the shore as we’re brought our appetizers. Wren laughs as everyone talks, even Jagger signing to join in with the conversation.
I almost find their company… enjoyable. It’s strange, and I’m not sure how I feel about it. Being with Wren is always something I enjoy, but the others? I merely tolerate them. Or at least that’s what I thought. But as we sit around the table and I listen to Pete and Dex make Wren laugh, and Jagger give her a look that has her smiling, and Elias, making sure she eats enough as he manages to get a few jabs of his own in against Pete and Dex, I realize that I actually enjoy their company.
Where I used to find Dex dimwitted and annoying, I now know him to actually be a giant gentleman with a heart of gold. Pete used to aggravate me with his constant nattering and ridiculous jokes, but now I find myself amused by his comments and enjoying the way he can cut the tension with just a few words, something I’m unable to do.
I never minded Jagger’s presence as he didn’t speak and was far less annoying than the other two, and I’ve come to enjoy his silent company even more over the past few months. The most surprising change of heart I’ve had has been over Elias. When I first met him, I thought he was a pompous, pretty boy who would steal our girl right from under us if he could.
But he might have the best intentions of any of us. He took a bullet for Dex, protected Wren from Robert’s men, and has been invaluable in everything we’ve done since we met him. We would have been caught and thrown back in prison long ago if it weren’t for him.
The meal is beef stroganoff, a Russian classic, and everyone enjoys it. After we’re served dinner, I pay the servers a hefty tip to leave us alone for the rest of the cruise. They leave us with a few bottles of wine and tell me they won’t come back until we dock.
Which gives me a little over an hour. With all our plates having been cleared, only our wine glasses are left on the table, so I grab mine and hand it to Jagger, who’s sitting on my other side. He takes it without question as I push to my feet and tell them. “Glasses up!”
I shove Wren’s chair back, hard, and she gasps as I grip her under the arms and turn, sitting her on the table. Thankfully, someone moved her glass, so now the only things on the table are the white linen and her.
She looks up at me in question as she bites her lip. “There’s my little vixen,” I say, shoving her legs apart a little roughly, finding it hard to hold back.
“Oh shit,” Pete says with a chuckle. “I think someone’s ready to play.”
Running my hands up her outer thighs, I lift an eyebrow as I ask, “Are you wearing these garters again for us?”
“Maybe,” she says with a little shrug.
“Were you hoping we’d get a little glimpse of them?” I ask, and she doesn’t respond. “Were you hoping to tease us with what’s hiding under here?” I push up her pleated skirt so I can get a better look at her upper thighs. They are bare, apart from the garters holding up a pair of thin black stockings.
Flipping her skirt up a little higher, I catch a glimpse of bright red underwear, and my cock jumps in approval.
“You’re wearing the ones I picked out for you.”
“You chose these?” she asks in surprise.
I nod. “Red is my favorite color on you.”
“Me, too,” Elias says.
“I’ll have to remember that,” she says before licking her lower lip and leaning back on the palms of her hands,thrusting her chest up toward me. “Do you want to check if the upstairs matches?”
Tonight, she’s wearing a black button-up top tied just below her waist. Along with the pleated skirt and messy buns, it makes her look like a naughty schoolgirl, something that is currently driving me crazy. I never had a thing for the whole schoolgirl thing before, but on her… it’s irresistible.
I consider telling her to unbutton her shirt for me, but my hands find the first button, just above her chest, before I even make the decision. It’s like unwrapping a present, one she wrapped just for me. And as the red edge of her bra starts to show, I know she’s wearing the matching lacey red set I picked out.
We’d all chosen stuff for her and just added it to her growing stack of clothes. I enjoy seeing what she’s wearing each day, not knowing who picked out what.
So far, she’d done a pretty good job of wearing stuff that everyone had picked out, but this schoolgirl outfit had Pete written all over it. I glance over at him as I continue unbuttoning her shirt. He’s sitting in his chair, just staring at her with lust-filled eyes. Maybe I’ll let him play with her a little later.
First, I want to have some fun.
When I reach the bottom button, I untie the top, then push it off her shoulders, but no further, which keeps her arms slightly confined behind her. Reaching out, I give her breasts a firm squeeze, my eyes darting between her heated flesh and her face. The bra has no lining, so it’s easy to run my fingers back and forth until her nipples start to harden. Leaning forward, I cover one with my mouth, over the lace, and suck hard. Her head drops back, and she moans in approval.
“Mmm, good girl. Make sure the other four can hear you,” I instruct her as I move to her other one. She obeys, and her moans start to increase in volume. When I pull her cups down and free her delectable tits, I pinch them both, and her cries ring out around the room.
“Coach!” Pete calls with wide eyes. “Tag me in! Please!”
“Hmm,” I hum, turning back to Wren. “Shall we let Pete join us?” She nods, and I watch as I circle my thumbs around her nipples, tormenting her as I ask him, “What part of her do you want, Pete? Her perfect tits? Her pretty little pussy? Her dirty mouth? Or maybe you want a crack at her ass.”
“Ah fuck, don’t ask me a question like that!” he replies over Wren’s moans.
