Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
NOAH
I glance over to the couple and give a nod before refocusing back on Jessica.
The angle at which they’re both sitting will mean they only get a side profile view, and not the one currently staring back at me.
I look between her open thighs, her white lace underwear lit up like a beacon with the UV lighting.
We specifically picked out every item of clothing; lace thong, silk floor-length black dress with thigh-high splits on each side and an open back, causing her to be braless.
We also picked out the beads that are currently vibrating her core, which Caleb took great care in inserting inside her, one by one, before swiping her clit with his tongue and then helping her into her dress.
“Does that feel good?” I ask, my voice loud enough for the other patrons to hear.
The low music adds a nice ambience to the room, allowing us to be heard over the soft notes.
“Yes,” she replies as my hand moves in my pocket, taking the vibration down a notch.
She relaxes just a fraction. We want to build her up and keep her right on the edge.
“Hmm, you’re wet,” Caleb says as he moves his fingers up and down her slit before pulling his hand free and holding up two fingers for me.
“And how does she taste?” Iask him.
His lips curve into a salacious grin before bringing them to his lips and sucking them into his mouth, his gaze fixed on mine.
“Perfect,” he says, sucking off her juices. “Would you like a taste?”
I tilt my head to the side, my hand still on the remote, moving the speed back up.
“Yes, please.”
Jessica groans as his hand slips beneath her underwear, teasing her, and I’m certain he’s edging her with his finger now, too.
Using my free hand, I adjust myself and spread my legs just as a server delivers two glasses of champagne to the couple next to us beforebringingover a pitcher of water and some glasses for our table.
“Thank you,” I say, and he nods with a small smile, keeping his eyes averted from Caleb’s hand between Jessica’s thighs as he leaves.
I can see the couple out of my peripheral, sipping their drinks as they watch us.
Jessica arches her back, biting down on her plump lower lip.
“Does that feel good?” I ask.
“Amazing,” she says on a breathy exhale as Caleb pulls his hand free again.
He sits forward, his free arm wrapped around her middle, and he holds up his two glistening fingers to me.
“Hmm, she really is wet,” I say as I lean forward in my chair, my lips wrapping around his fingers as my tongue laps up her delectable taste. “Delicious,” I say as I pull back. “But I think I’d prefer to taste from the source.”
Caleb sits back, keeping her legs spread, her pretty pussy calling.
“You’re more than welcome,” he says.
I glance at Jessica, noticing how her chest rises and falls as her breathing increases.
I get up from the booth and walk around the small table, pushing it back a fraction before perching on the edge and leaning forward.
Up this close, I inhale her intoxicatingly sweet scent of arousal filling the air, teasing me to move even closer. I drop to my knees and slide my hands up her thighs, moving her underwear to the side, and then I proceed to lick, suck, and devour her.
Lowering my mouth to her inner thigh, I take a long, lazy lick of her slit before my mouth clamps down over her sensitive nub.
“Feel free to remove her underwear if it’s getting in your way,” Caleb says.
I sit back and reach out, pulling hard and ripping the thin lace right down the middle, exposing her.
I take a moment to look over to the couple. Their eyes are laser-focused on the three of us, their drinks empty, her hand is rubbing over the bulge in his trousers, his hand is cupping her breast.
I’m happy to give them a little show and help them on their way.
“Whoops,” I say, my eyes trailing to Jessica’s exposed flesh. “I don’t realise my own strength sometimes.”
She shivers as I trace my finger down her damp slit and then to her clit.
“Can I make it up to you with my tongue?” I ask.
Jessica’s eyes grow dark as I flick mine between her and Caleb.
“Please, it’s the least you can do. Maybe even get her off as a way of an apology,” Caleb says. “My girl would very much like that.”
I love how easily he falls into character. I mean, it’s not hard for him. I’m the one who is meant to be a bystander.
“It would be my pleasure,” I reply, and this time, I drop to my knees between them and the small table. “Are you okay with that sweet girl?”
She nods. “Yes, please.”
Leaning in, I keep my hands on her thighs, my tongue darting out to lick her clit.
She arches her back, and Caleb helps lift her so I have better access, allowing me to lick her from arse to clit,her torn underwear hanging off her hips.
I tease her entrance,the vibration of the toy slightly buzzing againstmy lips as I bring my fingers up to spread her wider, and then plunge my tongue inside her sweet opening.
I even add a finger for good measure, and I feel her entire body tense as her pleasure heightens.
Sounds of pleasure and grunts catch my attention, but I stay focused on what I’m doing.
“Does that feel good?” Caleb asks.
I look up from beneath my lashes, and he moves a hand to her breast, his finger tweaking her perked nipple through the material of her dress.
“Better than good.”
His lips form a salacious grin at her response, and I reach for the remote in my pocket and increase the speed some more. She arches into my mouth as the vibration of the beads intensifies, her moans of pleasure following.
“That’s it, fuck his face. Make yourself come,” Caleb says.
“Oh, oh shit, I... I, don’t stop, please, don’t, stop,” Jessica pleads.
I have no plans to stop, not until she’s coming all over my face and maybe not even then, because there will be no orgasm denial from me or Caleb.
As much as Jessica loves to watch, tonight is all about her, and it wouldn’t be a celebration if she didn’t have a night full of orgasms followed by sweet, torturous fucking.
She’s a hot mess as she lets go of her inhibitions. My dick grows even harder in my trousers, almost painfully so, but I can wait just like Caleb. Delayed gratification is worth itif it means her ultimate pleasure.
As if she can read my mind, she gets even wetter, her addictive juices coatingmy tongue.
Her hands are in my hair now as she grips my strands, demanding me closer, her entire body trembling.
“That’s it, little temptress. Come all over his face. Right. Fucking. Now.” Caleb almost growls, his tone dominant and brooking no argument. His command has my own body reacting, my dick leaking with pre-cum, hardening even more.
She pulls and pushes at my head. She’s so lost to the overriding sensations that my scalp stings from how hard she’s tugging, but I don’t give a shit, not when I can feel her spasming around my tongue and fingers.
Jessica cries out in ecstasy, the sound cut off by Caleb capturing her mouth, fucking her with his tongue as she explodes over mine.