32
“ Y ou gave your pilot the dates, right?” Paetyn asked as they waited for Erin to exit the dressing room in another outfit.
“Yeah, and the flight plan is filed.”
They were taking Cruz’s plane for their vacation since it had enough seats to accommodate everyone going. Kieran had opted for a more extended bar in his, which eliminated two potential seats. They were currently shopping for things Erin wanted to take with them.
“Will one of you see if you can find the blue sundress I picked up in a smaller size?” Erin asked from the dressing room.
“Yeah, hang on a second,” Paetyn responded.
He went to the rack she’d gotten the dress from and looked through the sizes. When he didn’t find one smaller, he checked the surrounding racks and came up empty.
“There isn’t one smaller,” he responded when he returned to the dressing area, and Erin sighed.
She stepped out of the dressing room, and he looked her over in the dress. “I like this one, but it must run large.” She turned around, and Paetyn saw what she meant. The back of the dress was slightly too big at her shoulders. “I’m going to ask the associate if they have a smaller size in the back.”
Paetyn momentarily watched her go before pulling his phone out. He’d check the website to see if they had a smaller size listed. They had a week before leaving, and he figured that would be enough time to get it in with expedited shipping.
When Cruz nudged him, he’d just found it and put it into the cart. He looked up and followed his gaze to where Erin was talking to the young man at the counter. She was leaning over, looking at something he showed her on the computer screen.
Erin said something Paetyn was sure the young man missed since he was staring at the swell of her breast in the dress. When she looked up and repeated what she’d said, the associate seemed at a loss for words. Paetyn supposed he would be, too, if he were caught off guard by those natural doe eyes. He went to the counter, placing his hand on her side and squeezing softly.
“They have the dress online, baby. If I order it today, it’ll get here by Wednesday.”
“I know. I found it. Go get dressed so we can buy what you want, and go,” Paetyn responded. He followed her back to the dressing area.
“You have fun flirting, Ma?y?” Cruz asked.
“I was not flirting. I thanked him for seeing if they had the dress online.”
“Mhm,” Cruz responded as she entered the dressing room.
Thirty minutes later, they were checked out and on their way home. It was almost five, and Paetyn suggested they go out for dinner later that evening.
At seven o’clock, he entered Erin’s room as she dressed with one of the toys she’d chosen when they’d gone shopping. He’d added some water-based lube to it beforehand.
“What’s that for?” she asked.
Paetyn smiled at her as he reached under her dress, pulled her panties to the side, and slid part of the toy in her, the other part resting against her clit.
“Think of it as punishment or a reminder that we don’t like you flirting with other men.”
She sighed. “I wasn’t—”
Paetyn cut her off with a kiss. “Finish getting ready. We need to leave soon.”
Ten minutes later, they were in the car when he took his phone out and turned on the toy. Erin gasped from the backseat, and he turned around to find her with wide eyes. The weight of the situation was apparent in them. However, he also saw the desire. Tonight was going to be intriguing.
E rin stared at the cake on her dessert plate as she shifted in her seat. She’d only taken one bite of it and couldn’t do much more than look at it since then. She hadn’t wanted dessert but had ordered it anyway because the other two had.
Shifting again, she let out a slow breath as she focused on slowly using the fork to scrape the icing off. She was not interested in eating it but wanted to do something to kill time and occupy her mind.
“Do you not like your cake, Ma?y?” Erin looked up at Cruz’s question, shaking her head. “We can order you something else,” he stated, lifting his hand to signal their waiter.
“No,” Erin stated, stopping him. “It isn’t that. It’s just…” She turned her attention to Paetyn. Only to find those green eyes already staring at her. She had no idea green eyes could be so intense until he’d looked at her the way he was now. “Please,” she whispered.
“What’s wrong, Angel?” he questioned, and Erin shifted again.
“I’m going to cum,” she told him quietly. The continual slow vibration of the toy that was currently inside her and on her clit, worked her towards climax.
“No, you’re not,” Paetyn responded.
“Paetyn,” Erin found herself whining, and she realized she didn’t mind when she got like this for either of them or both simultaneously because it meant they would take impeccable care of her body. “I don’t think I can hold it.”
“You really should have thought of that before pulling your little stunt earlier today,” he informed her before taking a bite of his cheesecake.
Erin groaned softly. “I was not flirting with him.”
“Bullshit,” Cruz and Paetyn both responded at the same time.
“Your body language said you were flirting with him,” Cruz informed her.
“I promise I wasn’t. I was looking at the dress and thanking him.”
“Leaned over the way you were, with your titties practically in his face?” Cruz inquired. “You buy that shit Paet?”
“Absolutely fucking not,” Paetyn responded, and Erin watched him slide his finger across the screen of his phone, causing the toy to speed up.
She squeezed her thighs tightly, attempting to hold off the orgasm he was so cruelly trying to push her to while demanding that she didn’t.
“Please,” Erin whined again. “I can’t hold it. Please, Papi,” she stated, hoping that using his heritage language would cause him to bend, and she only ever called him that when she was feeling particularly needy in bed.
They bonded over them both speaking Spanish. Erin’s was from spending the first seven years of her life as an army brat in Barcelona, and Paetyn’s was because of his Venezuelan heritage. So, while the dialect was sometimes different, it didn’t hinder their communication when they chose to use it.
Those intense green eyes darkened, and Erin had to swallow. This was not the reaction she’d been trying to receive because she knew all too well what that look meant.
“Your begging is making me far harder in this restaurant than I want to be,” Paetyn informed her as he flagged their waiter and requested the check. He only turned the toy down once the young man left the table.
“Ma?y,” Cruz called, gaining her attention. “What’s your temperature?” Erin licked her lips as she thought about it, feeling both men’s eyes on her. “And don’t lie,” he added on.
“Luke-warm trending to warm,” she told them.
Erin felt them both studying her before they decided that she was being honest with them. Though she couldn’t say, she blamed them. The weekend they slept with her in both of their playrooms, she’d lied about where she was because she didn’t want to leave either of them unsatisfied and ended up passing out. They hadn’t been happy with her when she came to.
They left the restaurant once Paetyn paid the bill and left a tip. As they stood and waited for the valet to bring the car around with another couple not too far away from them, Paetyn turned up the toy as high as it would go.
Erin gasped, and her knees shook. She was sure she would have fallen to them without Cruz wrapping an arm around her and pulling her to his side. She could hear him chuckle as she did everything she could to keep from cumming.
“They’re watching you, baby,” Cruz spoke lowly. “They’re wondering what’s happening, though I’m sure they know.” He tightened his hold on her. “They know you’ve been a bad girl and are getting punished. That your sweet little pussy is getting the teasing it deserves, and you’re dripping wet.”
“I…Cruz, stop it,” Erin demanded, her voice muffled by his shoulder, and he chuckled again.
She felt them begin to move and knew the car had been pulled around. She forced her legs to move and slid into the backseat, Paetyn getting in after her as Cruz went around to the driver’s side.
She was just on the verge of climax when the toy was turned down to almost nonexistent, denying her that release, and she was frustrated and thankful all at the same time.
They had barely started moving as Erin watched Paetyn unbuckle and remove his belt before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He reached in and pulled his dick free, and Erin moaned out just at the sight of it. She had never known dicks could be so pretty until she’d seen both of her men’s.
Paetyn pulled her to straddle him before moving to the middle of the backseat, right in view of the rearview mirror. He slid under the thin part of the toy inside her and didn’t stop until completely seated. Erin threw her head back and moaned.
“I’m going to fuck you, with Cruz watching and anyone else that happens to look inside the car until we get home,” Paetyn informed her. “You’ll take every inch, and I’ll make you feel every single thrust in your stomach,” he commanded and promised. “What’s your temperature?” he questioned, and she knew he was doing so because he’d turned the toy to max a couple of minutes ago.
“Luke-warm,” she told him, and Paetyn lifted her before pulling her back down hard, his hips lifting to meet her.
“Fuck!” Erin exclaimed.
“He forgot to mention that you don’t get to cum,” Cruz told her, and Erin snapped her head around, looking at him through the rearview to find him smiling. She didn’t have a chance to question him, as Paetyn chose to start bouncing her at a fast, punishing pace. “Good luck, Ma?y.” Cruz then chuckled, but the deep baritone of his voice betrayed how turned on he was. And if he were as upset about her “flirting” with that man as her other boyfriend was, which she knew he was probably more so because Paetyn tended to be the one to keep his cool, she would not be able to walk…for days.
“P aetyn, please,” Erin begged, and it was music to Paetyn’s ears. He always enjoyed the way she begged. It was honestly the best thing he’d ever heard.
“Please what, Angel?” he asked as he thrust to meet her. Her pussy gripped his dick like it was made for him to live in it.
“Please, please,” she whimpered. “I’m going to cum.”
“Hold it, Ma?y,” Cruz called from the front seat.
“I can’t. I can’t hold it. Please.”
“You sound so good, begging me to cum while I’m balls deep inside of you,” Paetyn spoke with a groan as he felt her begin to clench around him.
They had been serious when they told her she couldn’t cum, and as much as he wanted to keep fucking her and cause her to rain all over his dick. Paetyn decided he would give her a slight reprieve. Though it was more so to deny her the orgasm, he knew she wanted and would take without permission if push came to shove.
Paetyn pulled her off his dick, placing her on the seat beside him. He ran his hand up her neck before gripping her hair and pulling her head back slightly.
“Taste yourself,” he demanded, watching Erin lick her lips.
Paetyn released her, and Erin leaned over, swirling her tongue around the head of his dick, her hand gripping the base. She moved down, licking up the length of his shaft before taking his dick into her mouth. She went halfway down, stroking the other half with her hand.
Leaning his head back, Paetyn allowed her to work. She had a certain way she liked to suck his dick. A particular way, she liked to please him, and it hadn’t taken him and Cruz long to realize she pleased them differently. She’d found a way she enjoyed, which Paetyn was sure they enjoyed even more.
She’d been bobbing up and down on his dick for a few minutes, taking more of him each time she went down when the windows rolled down. The sound of it immediately had her releasing his dick.
“Cruz, what are you doing? We’re going to get a nice big ticket for indecent exposure.”
“I’m rich,” Cruz stated, and Paetyn laughed.
“Would you talk some sense into him?” Erin then questioned her attention on him.
Paetyn leaned in, pecking her on the lips. “Give them a good show, baby,” he told her, lacing his fingers in her hair and pushing her back down on his dick. Stopping momentarily when he hit the back of her throat. “Take it for me, Angel.”
Paetyn felt her swallow as she exhaled through her nose, and he felt himself slip down her throat. He groaned, his hands tightening in her hair before he realized he may have been hurting her and let go.
Erin continued sucking his dick, taking him deeply each time, and Paetyn watched her as she pulled moans from him. Each time she came up, she would swirl her tongue around the head of his dick before taking him back down her throat.
“Fuck, Angel,” Paetyn moaned.
The car stopped, and Paetyn looked up to find them at a traffic light. The windows went up, and he knew he and Cruz had the same thought. It was one thing for them to be mobile and someone driving past seeing them momentarily. However, being idle at a light was not ideal because neither of them wanted another man openly eyeing their girlfriend.
Paetyn began to lift his hips, rolling them each time she came down, and she was taking him so well, but then again, she always did.
“You’re such a good girl, Ma?y. Taking Paetyn between those pretty little lips,” Cruz spoke, glancing at them from the rearview mirror, and Erin keened around Paetyn’s dick. The vibration went straight to his balls, and he had to breathe from his stomach to calm himself.
It hadn’t taken them long to realize Erin had a praise kink. It was, however, a surprise to them that she hadn’t known that was what it was. Though he would attribute that to the men she’d been with not being worth shit.
They were pulling into the garage a few minutes later, and the last thing Paetyn wanted to do was remove his dick from between her lips, but he knew that he could do everything he wanted when they got her inside. So, he slowly pulled her off his dick, and she released him with a slight pop.
Cruz opened the door, leaning in to scoop Erin out as Paetyn slid out on the other side. He didn’t bother tucking himself away. He’d be naked within the next few minutes.
“Take her to the playroom,” Paetyn stated after placing his thumb on the reader at the door and opening it to let Cruz carry Erin in.
“Yours or mine?” Cruz questioned.
“It doesn’t matter,” Paetyn returned, and he followed Cruz through the kitchen. When the other man took a left, Paetyn knew they were going to his playroom, if for no other reason than it was closer, and Cruz’s was on the other side of the house.
Paetyn turned the light on as Cruz carried Erin to the bed and placed her on it. The two of them stood at the end of the bed before her, and Paetyn began to unbutton his shirt. Erin’s eyes volleyed between him and Cruz as the other man also began to undress.
They would show her exactly what happened when she flirted with another man, when he eyed what was theirs.