3. Darius #2
She giggles. “Make it French fries and you’ve got a deal.”
“How long do you think the food will be?” Cade asks.
Reed seems to think for a minute. “It’ll take some time, especially considering what we’ve ordered.”
“Enough time to make Laney come, then,” Cade says.
I join in. “At least once, if not twice.”
“I like the sound of that,” she replies.
I cup her breast beneath her t-shirt, and her nipple pebbles under the graze of my thumb. I want to bury myself in her, to taste her, feel her, smell her.
She suddenly stiffens and pulls away from me. “We’re safe in here, aren’t we? No one’s going to have put hidden cameras in the room or be spying on us through a window.”
“We’re multiple stories up,” Reed tells her. “No one is looking through the window.”
“You’re sure?” she checks.
“I’m sure,” he echoes.
Her body softens once more, and I pull her t-shirt over her head and cover her breasts with my hands.
She lets out a breathy sigh of pleasure.
I find my way around her body by the noises she makes, stroking the places where her sighs and moans grow louder.
I sense Cade has come closer and then he must be in front of her as her sigh is swallowed by his kiss.
Together, we strip her naked and lay her out on top of the luxurious king-sized bed.
The other two give me a moment to run my hands over her, so I can create the perfect image of her in my mind.
I start at her face, running my fingers over her brow, down over her eyes, which slip shut beneath my touch, and then trace the shape of her nose.
Then I reach her mouth and linger at her lips.
She parts them, and her tongue slips out, and I grow even harder as her hot mouth circles one of my fingers and sucks it like she would my cock.
I give a throaty groan and fight the urge to open my pants and ram my cock down her throat. There’s time for that later.
She releases my finger, and I continue down, tracing the curves of her breasts, thumbing her hard nipples.
I run my hands down her arms, and then trace the dip of her waist. I lower my face to her navel and tongue her belly button, and then kiss the spot between there and her pussy.
She spreads her thighs for me, and I keep going down, covering her cunt with my mouth and suckling on her clit.
The sounds she’s making grow louder, and she lifts her hips, pressing against my face. I would happily die in this moment.
I squeeze her thighs and picture their length and curve in my mind.
Just as I sense she’s on the verging of coming, I lift my head.
She’s utter perfection, and I tell her so.
“And you’re a tease,” she tells me, a smile in her voice.
“I could eat you all night,” I reply, “but I’m not the only one who wants a taste.”
We all want to make her feel good. We live to give her pleasure. It’s the least she deserves.
For me, the sound of her laugh is like sunlight. If she’s not in the room, it’s like the air is starved of oxygen.
“Roll over,” Reed instructs. “I need your ass.”
I shift over to give them space and slip my hand down the front of my jeans to rub my cock.
Reed’s low murmur reaches my ears. “Is this okay, baby-girl? You’re not too sore?”
“It feels good, Daddy,” she says. “Oh, yes, just like that.”
I wonder how he’s touched her to make her whimper like that. Is he fingering her asshole? Tonguing it, maybe? My imagination conjures the sight.
The sharpness of a spank fills the air, and Laney cries out. “Oh, God.”
“I like to see you wear my handprint, baby-girl. Your ass is so fucking beautiful.”
“Oh, fuck, oh, yes.”
I grow harder by the second.
A knock comes at the door. It’ll be room service, but of course we don’t want anyone coming in, especially not right now. Luckily, the suite opens onto the living area, so we’re able to shut the bedroom door, hiding Laney from any prying eyes.
“I’ll get it,” Cade offers.
Laney falls silent for a moment, and I hear Reed get off the bed, and the rustle of a sheet drawn up to cover her naked body.
From the other room come murmured voices, and the thanks from the room service guy as Cade tips him. Then the door closes again. The wheels swoosh against the thick carpet as he brings in the cart, and then the air grows redolent with the aroma of food.
Cade tells me where everything is so I can find it easily. Reed wasn’t joking when he said he was going to order the whole menu.
As promised, I hold a French fry to Laney’s lips, and she takes a bite.
“Oh, my God, that’s so good,” she says. “Almost better than sex.”
I grin and pick up a chocolate covered strawberry. “How about food and sex?”
“Heaven,” she sighs and takes a big bite of the strawberry, her lips brushing my fingers.
I lower my face and lick the juice running down her chin.
“My turn,” Cade says.
We take turns feeding her like a princess, taking pleasure in everything she eats.
Then we balance sushi across her stomach, slices of juicy mango above her pussy, so the juices run down, and we lap it into our mouths. We place chocolate covered strawberries between her breasts. We dribble yogurt and cream over her nipples and suck it off.
The three of us consume her.