Page 4 of The Irresistible One
The question wasn’t needed; I just liked the verbal foreplay.
“Areyousure you can handle a threesome?” The blonde leaned into me, her focus turning to my lips, pulling one into her mouth. Biting it.
Fuck me.
“Let’s go get a room,” I ordered.
The women didn’t move from my hold—the cold glass remained resting on the brunette’s tit, my fingers linked with the blonde as we entered the hallway. There was a small light next to each door—red indicated it was occupied, green that it was vacant. I chose a room halfway to the end, and once the ladies were inside, I shut us in, flipping the switch to glow red.
When I turned toward them, they were standing on the other side of the leather-bound table in the center of the room. A tantra chair was in the corner, and there were straps and mechanisms on the walls, fulfilling different kinds of kinks. The interior had been painted black, and the lights, recessed from the ceiling, were tiny pinpoints aimed straight down, their shine creating shadows, not spotlights.
I set my drink on the table and touched my tie without loosening it. “I want you naked.”
My gaze slowly dipped down the blonde’s body. The dress, skintight, looked like a red ribbon that had been wrapped around her in a bandage style, quitting well above her knee; the straps were the same thickness as the layers, pressing her tits high, and elevated to give her extra cleavage. The brunette’s style was a bit more provocative; only lace covered her body, and a thong was all she had on beneath. Her makeup was as dark as her gaze.
“Both of you. Now.”
The blonde turned her back to the brunette, and shelowered the zipper of the blonde’s dress, their eyes on me the entire time.
“And you?” This was the first time I had heard the brunette’s voice. “Are you getting naked?”
“When I tell you to take my clothes off, that’s when I’ll get naked.” I nodded toward their movements. “Speed things up.” The blonde was stepping out of her dress as I added, “And leave the heels on.”
The brunette apparently didn’t have a zipper because she lifted the dress over her head before shimmying the thong down the length of her legs. Even undressed, she wasn’t holding my attention.
The blonde was.
And now that nothing covered the blonde, what was left behind was the smoothest-looking skin. A set of natural tits that would fill my palms—a thought that made me fucking ache, especially as her nipples hardened. Even though I could stare at them forever, my gaze dropped to the flatness of her stomach, the gentle curve of her hips. The flex in her thighs and the impeccable V between them.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
A comment that both could accept, but it was only directed at one.
And a comment that made the two women look at each other and smile.
“There.” I waited for the blonde’s attention and pointed at the tantra chair—a piece of furniture almost shaped like a camel’s back with two humps, one near the head and the other near the toe. “That’s where I want you. Sitting at the highest point with your legs spread across it.” I turned toward the brunette. “And I want you lying on your stomach in front of her.”
The women gripped each other’s hands as they walked over to the chair and got into position, breaking contact the moment they had to climb onto their different sections of the chair.
I followed them over, leaning down to the brunette’s face. “Not there. I want you higher.” I glanced up the hill of the chair, between the blonde’s legs—a direct view of her pussy. Wetness glistened on her skin. “I want your tongue on her cunt.”
I couldn’t stop my hand from wandering toward the blonde. The moment I touched her, she let out a loud breath, the sound deepening as I stroked her clit. A clit that was already hard and fucking soaked.
“I want you to lick right here.”
The brunette was watching the movement of my thumb.
“Not here.” I lowered to her pussy, allowing my finger to dip in an inch, earning a loud moan from the blonde. But that was all I gave myself—and her. A tiny sample of what would soon be mine.
“I get to taste her before you?” the brunette asked.
I held her chin. “You’re a lucky woman.” I ran my thumb across her mouth, still wet from the blonde’s pussy. “Don’t make her wait any longer.”
The brunette crawled up the incline, and once she came into contact with the blonde’s pussy, the blonde let out a moan that vibrated through my whole goddamn body.
“Feel good?” I asked the blonde.
I hadn’t moved. I was still at the base of the chair, rubbing my palm over the brunette’s ass, giving it a slap every few rotations.
