Page 95 of Indecent Obsession
“Whatever you want, pip.” His voice is low and sends shivers down my spine.
I could totally get used to this. I turn in his arms and grab the edges of his shirt to tug him down, going up on my tiptoes to press my lips against his. He lifts me against him so it’s easier for both of us to reach.
His tongue licks the seam of my lips. When I open for him, our tongues tangle. A moan escapes my throat. Maybe he’d be interested in skipping dinner and just fucking me instead. It’s been a long day and no one took advantage of me all day long.
Sure, I’ve been fucked a lot since last weekend, but I have a lot of catching up to do. My legs wrap around Dante’s waist and I lift myself higher to slide my tongue into his mouth. He holds me like it takes no effort at all, suspending me in the air.
Peabody gives a little yip, but I ignore him. He’s had plenty of Dante time. It’s my turn.
Hands slide under my skirt. When I try to pull away to see who’s behind me, Dante’s hand clasps the back of my neck and holds me there. He claims my mouth, making me forget my own name.
The hands trail up my thighs to my panties.
“Shameful, trouble.” Wyatt’s voice sends sparks colliding with the ones Dante already created. “Rule breaker.”
Whimpering, I can’t even escape Dante’s kiss to tell Wyatt I only wore them to take Peabody out. Then Dante distracted me before I could take them off. Of course, it might’ve distracted Dante even more if I’d taken off my panties. But I planned to take them off very, very soon.
Wyatt grips my panties and yanks. The sound of fabric tearing fills the room and I yelp into Dante’s mouth at the sting. Fuck. That has me soaked.
“I already owe you two punishments, trouble. This makes three.”
I still want to argue, but then Dante does this thing with his tongue, and I’m drowning in his kiss, wanting so much more.
Wyatt rubs the backs of my thighs, moving closer and closer to my pussy. The pulsing, aching need for him to touch me makes me groan when his fingers drift away.
“What kind of punishment do you want, trouble?” Wyatt closes in on my back. His warmth sinks into me, turning the roaring flames into an inferno. He’s teasing me, not giving me what I want.
It’s not even the punishment yet.
“Carry her to the couch.” Wyatt backs away and I want to scream. I really just wanted him to free his cock and slam it inside me, hard and fast like he promised. But if I tell him I want that, he won’t deliver.
Dante finally pulls back from our kiss. His lips are swollen. His pupils dilated so his eyes are almost black. If I slide my hand down to his cock, I’d find it hard and aching just for me. He smirks as he brings me over to the couch and sits with me straddling his lap.
“Take off your clothes, trouble.” Wyatt tugs my hair so that I look at him. “Don’t disobey me.”
Fuck, is that an invitation to disobey? I’m already going to get punished. My gaze lifts to Wyatt’s dark eyes.
“I put my panties on to take Peabody for a walk.” I arch an eyebrow. It’s not direct disobedience but I’m delaying.
He tightens his fingers in my hair, pulling slightly, and his eyes flash with arousal.
“Why didn’t you take them off when you came into the apartment?” Wyatt tugs a little, but I don’t wince.
Dante chuckles and slides his finger against my bare clit. My mouth opens as he strokes me gently, making me lose focus. My insides buzz.
Wyatt tugs and I reach up for his wrist. My other hand hangs onto Dante’s shoulder. My eyes are locked with Wyatt’s. As Dante works my clit, my hips rock with him. I’ve lost track of what Wyatt asked or what we’re supposed to be doing as my body builds toward release.
“Dante,” Wyatt warns.
Dante stops and all that beautiful tightness fades without actual relief. I whimper, but I can’t look at Dante while Wyatt holds me like this.
“Trouble.”
“Wyatt.” I mock his stern look.
He releases my hair and grabs me, lifting me off Dante and setting me on my feet in front of him. My eyes widen, but then his hands lift my top. I step back, tugging it back down, and his dark eyes grow fierce. A little rush flows through me.
He reaches for me and I slip out of his grasp. My heart pounds. Something shifts and I see it in his eyes. I ache for what I see. I want it and the only way to get it is to run.
