Page 52 of Satan's Naughty List
“Later.” He stands up straight, his vest still hanging on for dear life. Muscles straining, the material falls down his shoulders and down his bulging arms. Saliva pools in my mouth as the odd desire to lick his veins burns the back of my mind. Sweeping over his figure, I suck my bottom lip between my teeth. I’d probably be cringing if I were more self-conscious. With these two, they’d probably congratulate me on something so ridiculous.
Before the vest falls to the floor, he brings it forward, folding it meticulously. The care he takes in ensuring it’s not wrinkled sparks a weird maternal instinct. As if him folding clothes would make him the best fucking dad in the world.
Reaching behind himself, he fists the shirt in his hand and tugs. It easily comes up and over his head. It crumples to the floor in a heap, washing away my previous thoughts about how sexy folded laundry is. I can’t tell if it’s on purpose or not, but he glides his large hands down his pecs and over his abs, flexing beneath his fingers. Breath catching in my throat, I struggle to remain focused.
Just as I’m about to crawl toward him, another set of hands land smoothly on my hips. Much to my surprise, I don’t even flinch. My body knows he’s there, and that he’s just not a threat. It’s like light to dark, the difference his hands are to his husbands. While they’re both rough and callous, Techy’s are softer, smoother.
They dance at the hem of my sweats, playing with it but not making any moves to do anything about it. Opening my mouth, I’m just about to sass him when they start moving upward. They cup my small breasts, fitting perfectly with only a little bit of spillage on the sides.
“You’re just a sight for sore eyes, pretty girl,” Techy mutters in my ear, his breath tickling me in the best possible way. Shaking slightly, I lean my head back onto his shoulder. He turns his head and kisses my cheek, whispering words of encouragement as Nomad continues to strip before us.
“Your turn,” Nomad demands, looking just past me to Techy. There’s a wicked gleam in their eyes. Leaning me forward slightly, I’m shuffled around and put back to front with Nomad. My leg is still stuck in the brace, yet that doesn’t seem to stop them at all.
Techy sits back on his knees, his bare chest heaving as he roams his own body erotically. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think they’re putting on a show for me. His own fingers dance in his hem the exact same time that Nomad’s fingers do the same on mine.
“I bet if I dipped my fingers on your pussy, you’d be soaking wet,” Nomad groans. An arm bands around my hips and yanks me backward into him more. I’m practically sitting on his lap with how close I am.
“I knew you were secretly a naughty girl,” Techy teases, flicking the button undone and shimmying out of his pants. The boxers he sports do nothing to hide his raging hard on.
“I think she’s going to make the naughty list this year, don’t you?” Nomad asks, dipping a single finger under my pants and toying with the heated skin. “You don’t want to be a good girl, do you?”
“No,” I hum, one of my arms reaching up and back to grasp his neck. He chuckles mirthlessly into my neck, kissing the spot he’d ruthlessly sucked on.
“Well, you’re in for a treat. You’ve made the top ofSatan’s Naughty List, baby girl.” His tattooed hand wraps loosely around the front of my throat. Again, I expect my body to immediately reject the idea. Instead, it relishes in the touch. Core clenching with desire, Nomad pushes his hand inside my pants. Strong fingers toy with me through the lacy material. He fucking purrs behind me. One that rumbles our bodies and sends vibrations straight to my clit.
“Color?” Techy asks, crawling toward us one again. Confusion envelopes me for a moment before I realize he’s referring to my safe words.
“Green,” I gasp, the intoxicating feeling of Nomad’s fingers strumming my most sensitive place taking me closer to an edge that I’ve been deprived of for so long.
“I would say you’re a good girl, but the noises you’re making say otherwise.” I don’t even realize I’m quivering until this very moment, the knot of desire getting tighter and tighter.
“Are you going to give me your first orgasm, pretty girl?” He drawls, slowing his fingers. A deep breath fills my lungs, patience suddenly a virtue.
“Yes,” I croak. He pauses all together, pulling his fingers out completely.
“Yes, what?” An air of dominance comes crashing off him, the sense of submission immediately seeping into my bones. Being naughty means punishments, but I don’t think I want those from him. I want to be his naughty girl in all the good ways.
“Yes, sir.”
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chestfillingwithpride,I force myself not to let the intoxicating power overcome my senses. As a team, Techy and I work to shimmy her pants off and over her brace. Flashes cross her eyes, leaving as quickly as they came. It concerns me, and I ensure that I’m wholeheartedly keeping track of her emotions and feelings. She wants us to help her get through this, help her make the demons go away. Even if only for a little while.
Neither of us can afford to be off our A-game.
“Good girl,” I rasp, cupping her perfect tits in my hands. It’s like they were made exactly for my hands. They’re heavy with pert pink nipples that make my mouth water. My wonderful husband crawls expertly between her parted legs. One arm skillfully takes her good leg and flings it over his shoulder, her braced leg spread out a bit to ensure it doesn’t get hurt. Bringing one hand to her throat, I wrap it gently around, caging her body against mine. She tenses for a moment before relinquishing the hold on herself. Techy keeps a close eye on her with the move, flicking his eyes with praise as she takes it.
As far as I know, he’s never even tasted pussy. When we have our go-arounds, it’s either another man or I’m the one indulging the woman. Either way, I’m mixed with shock and lust as his tongue does one, long slow lick through her slit.
“Usually we’d have a conversation about this…” Techy rumbles in satisfaction. His tongue darts out, lapping happily at her clit. She writhes in my arms, gyrating her hips against his face as he pushes her closer and closer to her freedom. Pleasurable noises fall from her, head falling back on my shoulder.
Just as she’s about to crest over the hill, Techy pulls back. “That is one delicious pussy.” Using his fingers, he scoops up some of her cum and brings it to my lips. She catches the glint in the pale moonlight as Techy pushes the coated digits into my mouth. I lap at them like a starved man.
A feral growl and my hand tightening slightly, she purrs her own satisfactory sound.
“If I’d known you tasted so good, I’d have you for all three courses, plus snacks,” I rumble, bringing my head down to kiss her. It’s an awkward angle, but it gets the job done. Her lips are ripped away from mine as my husband devours the beauty between us. Her juices coat her face from the transfer, his own hand gripping her breast tightly as he tweaks her nipples.
“Color?” I ask, pressing wet kisses along her neck.
