Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Cole
That's all it takes. She surges forward, capturing my mouth in a kiss that's tentative at first, testing the waters, but it doesn't stay that way. I settle my hands on her hips, guiding her closer as her arms tentatively wind around my neck.
I can see Ethan watching us in my peripheral and it only serves to enhance the hunger and need building in me. My chest tightens with something else... something deeper. Something I'm not quite ready to name, yet. When Wendy tilts her head, deepening the kiss, a soft whimper escapes her, and I can't hold back any longer.
I beckon Ethan closer, and he steps in behind her, bringing his hands to rest over mine. She stiffens for a heartbeat when he pushes up against her, before melting into our embrace, her body molding perfectly between us. Ethan's lips brush over her bare shoulder, trailing kisses up the side of her neck as I delve into her mouth with my tongue.
She shivers in our arms, before tilting her head instinctively to give Ethan better access.
"Good girl," he murmurs against her skin, his voice low and full of approval. "Open up for Daddy."
She moans at the taboo name and I have to suppress the growl that wants to escape at her obvious enjoyment.
Pulling back slightly I rest my forehead against hers. "Do you like that, babygirl? Do you want us to be your Daddies?"
Her eyes flutter open, meeting mine before flicking to Ethan. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen from my kisses, and for the first time since we stepped into her apartment, there's no hint of hesitation in her gaze.
"I do." She shrugs. "I don't know what I'm doing," she admits softly. "But I like it very much."
"That's okay," Ethan says to her, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "There's nothing to know. We’re here to look after you, care for you, answer your every need."
"And you want that? To take care of me?"
I grin, my hands sliding up to frame her face as I lean in for another kiss. This one is softer, slower, as I take a moment to savor her taste. I trail my hands down her hips, pulling her tighter against me, so she can feel exactly how much I want her. She moans softly, her body melting even more.
"What do you think, babygirl? Does it feel like we want that?"
She looks at me from under her lashes, her expression almost coy. "Maybe a bit," she says with a naughty smile on her face. "But does that mean you'll spank me if I don't listen to all your ridiculous rules?"
I let out a mock growl before bending over to softly nip at her bottom lip. "Who says my rules are ridiculous?"
Instead of giving her a chance to respond, I claim her lips in another kiss. Together Ethan and I take our time, exploring her reactions, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her tremble, and what makes her cling to us like we're her lifeline.
By the time we finally pull back, her legs are wobbly, her lips parted as she struggles to catch her breath.
I'm not ashamed to admit to feeling a tad breathless myself.
Ethan chuckles as I brush a thumb across the apple of her cheek. "You're amazing, Wendy."
She smiles shyly, ducking her head. "You're not so bad yourself. Both of you," she rushes to add, looking at my husband behind her.
Ethan and I share a grin, but before either of us can do or say anything else, Wendy rests her hands on my chest.
"As nice as this necking in the middle of my apartment is, do you think we could maybe move this to the bed? With say... a lot less clothing?"
Ethan's grin quickly morphs into a huge smile right before he lifts Wendy in a bridal hold. With a few quick steps he reaches the foot of her bed.
She squeals when he swiftly deposits her on the mattress. My feet make their way to them without my permission, and when I reach them, I wrap my arms around my husband, pulling him flush against me.
"Are you just going to let her boss us around like that, baby?" I whisper into his ear, but loud enough for Wendy to hear too. I kiss him on the edge of his jaw, keeping a careful eye on our girl. Her gaze heats with a fierce hunger as she watches my hands move down to Ethan's crotch. I cup his erection, and he pushes against me, throwing his head back against my shoulder.
"Fuck, you don't play fair, Cole. I'm already on edge just from kissing Wendy."
The woman in question whimpers at his words.
"Do you like that, babygirl?" I ask her before undoing Ethan's trousers and slipping my hand inside. I wrap my fingers around his wide girth and he groans in pained pleasure.
Wendy's head bobs up and down quickly in response to my question. "You're hot. He's hot. Together? You two are on fire."
"As much as I like the idea of you watching us together, and getting all kinds of hot and bothered, tonight isn't for that," I tell her as I pull Ethan's cock from his pants.
Her hungry gaze darts down to where I'm slowly pumping the stiff member in my hand.
"Babygirl?" I call out. "Tonight isn't about giving you a show. Tonight is about making you the main attraction. Is that okay with you?"
Again she nods quickly.
"Good girl," Ethan grinds out, thrusting into my hand. "Now come closer so Daddy can take off that sinful dress."
She whimpers before quickly crawling closer. I let go of Ethan's cock and he makes short work of getting rid of the rest of his clothes as I move to Wendy.
When my hands grab hold of the hem of her tight dress, she swiftly lifts her arms so I can slip it off. "Did you like tempting us?"
She shakes her head before opening her mouth. "I..." She takes a deep, steadying breath before trying again. "It's just the only date-type dress I own. Tempting you is just an added bonus."
I refuse to let my inner caveman out at the thought that Wendy only owns one 'date-type dress'. That's a thought for another time when I'm not consumed with the vision of her suddenly bare breasts in front of me.
"Oh you naughty girl," Ethan coos at her. "You weren't wearing anything under that? And you say you weren't trying to tempt us? Sweetheart. You're the definition of temptation."
Wendy blushes at his praise before looking at me. "Are you planning on undressing too... Daddy?"
Fucking hell.
She's sin incarnate.
I knew this years ago. When she dated Callum I had to fight my urges. She belonged to him then and as much as I wanted to protect her from him, it wasn't my place.
And now? Finally? She's within my reach. Literally.
In response to her question I quickly unbutton my shirt before getting rid of my trousers. Wendy's stare pings between Ethan and I, and the hunger I see there multiplies mine.
"Now you're going to lay down for us, sweetheart," Ethan orders softly. "And open those legs wide. Daddy is hungry, and only a taste of you will do."
She falls back on the bed, spreading her legs, baring herself to us.
Ethan heads straight for the mecca between her thighs and I crawl up to the head of the bed. When her focus lands on my aching erection I send a dirty smile her way.
"You hungry too?"
"Yes, Daddy. Starving," she murmurs before licking her lips. "Fill me. Use me. Fuck my throat and make me into the good girl you deserve."
How on earth am I supposed to say no to that?