Chapter 16 Wren #2
Reaching behind me, I see his eyes, as well as everyone else I can see from this position, are glued to my bra.
It takes me a few more seconds than I’d like to unhook it, but when I do, I pull the straps out tight to the side so the bra stays in place, shimmying my body behind it to tease him a little more.
He groans as if in agony. ”I think this backfired on us,” he says to the others. “I didn’t expect her to be this good.”
“Rude!”
“I knew you’d be sexy as hell,” he’s quick to assure me. “But I didn’t know you could actually… strip.”
“Is this my final exam for my sex education lessons?” I ask him, still unwilling to let my bra drop.
“Yes,” he says, nodding his head so much he looks like a bobble head. “Now drop the bra.”
I grin, releasing both sides at once, and he knocks my knee to the side and lunges forward, wrapping an arm around my lower back as he pulls me toward him, his free hand on my breast as he mouth sucks at the other one.
“Peter!” I gasp as he starts to devour me, his tongue and mouth tugging at my nipple like it’s made of chocolate milk.
His hand around my back starts to move down until his fingers are rubbing through my folds. I cry out, forgetting what I’m doing as my hips start to push against his hand, wanting him to give me more.
I’m vaguely aware of someone calling his name, then as I start to feel my orgasm rising, but he’s yanked back from me.
I blink my eyes open, not realizing I’ve closed them as I sway slightly.
Sly grips my hip to steady me, his other hand presses against Pete’s chest, holding him back against the sofa as he pants heavily, licking his lips.
“Sorry, angel. Got a little carried away there. It’s been a while.” I grin. I know exactly what he means. Because of my injuries, it had been well over a month since I’d slept with him, and I was dying to get close to him, too.
I start to sway toward him, but Sly stops me with a curt, “No. You're not done yet.” He nods his head in the direction of Elias.
Feeling nervous, I slowly step over to him as his eyes take me in. He doesn’t seem shy about taking in every part of me, and I think he likes what he sees. When he doesn’t reach out to touch me, I take the initiative to kneel on either side of his legs, straddling him.
I bite my lip nervously as I start to give him his lap dance in almost complete nudity. His eyes watch my hands as they travel all over my body, and when I start to undo one of the garters, he gently places a hand on mine and shakes his head. “Don’t,” he whispers.
“I don’t have anything else to take off.”
His hands move to my hips as he grits out, “I know.”
“But I’m supposed to give you all a striptease,” I explain, wanting to make good on my debts.
“You’ve already done more than I expected,” he says softly, his warm brown eyes lifting to meet mine. “And I’m not sure if I should be concerned with how good you are at it?”
“Really?” I ask, his words giving me the confidence to start moving my body again as he nods. “Why would that concern you?”
“You sure you didn’t secretly moonlight as a stripper or something?”
I smile down at him as I push myself into a big body roll. He thinks I’m a natural. I needed to hear that after being such a terrible shot with the gun. At least I was good at other things.
“Turn around,” Sly commands from his seat on the couch. When I look over my shoulder at him, he explains, “But keep your knees on the seat.”
It takes me a few seconds to stand back up, and climb back on, facing the other way. Elias’s hands immediately find my ass, and he hums as his hands rub it gently, giving it the odd squeeze. I take a moment to look at each of my other guys as they watch me dance naked on Elias’s lap.
When I look at Dex, he groans, running a hand over his face. “I feel like I got the short end of the stick, sitting at this end of the room.”
“You didn’t like my striptease?” I ask with a mock pout.
“No! I mean, yes! Of course I did. I just missed out on the naked parts,” he explains, making me smile.
“You can see them all now,” Pete tells him, gesturing toward my naked body.
“I don’t just want to see, I wanna touch,” Dex says, almost pouting himself now.
“Elias,” Sly says, watching me intensely. “Touch her breasts.”
My eyes widen a fraction, not expecting that, and anticipation builds when I feel his hands slide up my sides and across my heated flesh. When he finds them, he spreads his fingers wide and squeezes. I moan, arching my back as I roll into his touch.
His thumbs gently stroke across my nipples, and I gasp, my hands flying out to grab the arms of the sofa for support.
“Fucking shit that’s hot,” Pete exclaims as he starts squeezing his cock through his pants.
I try to keep moving my body, to keep dancing, but the more Elias touches me, the more I lose focus. At some point, my knees give out, and I sit down, and quickly find myself leaning back against Elias as he strokes, flicks, and squeezes my chest.
He kisses my neck, and I lean my head away, offering it to him. He takes his time, sucking and nibbling at my skin, and I moan as I grow wetter by the second, my body craving a release.
I gasp, my eyes flying open when something wet and firm touches my clit. I find Pete on his knees in front of me, grinning up at me before he leans back in and licks up my center again.
“Dios mio!” I cry, my hands flying to his head as my hips eagerly buck for more.
“Don’t let her come yet,” Sly tells them, and my eyes find his.
“Why?” I half-whine, half-moan as Pete and Elias continue building my release.
“Because I have plans for you, little vixen.” I don’t know what to say to that, so I just stare at him as soft whimpers escape, my body already feeling close.
After a few more minutes of torture, I look at Sly as I beg, “Please?” The corner of his lip pulls up, and I try again. “Please, sir?”
“She’s ready,” he says with a nod. “Elias, carry her into the room. I want her on her back and you kneeling between her legs.”
Pete sits back and glances over his shoulder at Sly’s bossy tone. Elias’s hands pause for a second before he continues pinching my nipples, his mouth almost touching my neck as he asks, “Who made you the boss?”
“Wren did,” he replied easily.
“Is that so?” Elias asks between kisses on my neck.
“You are a virgin, are you not?” Sly asks.
Elias finally lifts his head to look up at Sly. “And what of it?” He sounds defensive, and I place my hands over his to show him I don’t care about that. In fact…
I twist a little so I can kiss his neck, right below his ear, then I whisper, “I think that’s really sexy.” I suck on his earlobe before turning back to Sly, feeling proud of my actions. I didn’t want Sly to try to shame him for not sleeping around. It was romantic.
“I didn’t mean to imply there was anything wrong with that,” Sly explains. “But Wren knows I like to take charge, and you might benefit from that right now. If it bothers you, I can stop.”
Elias doesn’t say anything for a moment before he clarifies, “You’re saying you want to boss all of us around in the bedroom?”
“It’s pretty hot,” Pete says from where he’s now leaning on the arm of our chair.
“Yeah, it’s definitely not a hardship,” Dex adds with a grin.
“And if I want to be the boss?”
“You can boss me around anytime,” I say quickly, turning my head to the side so I can look at him. “But Sly is a dom, he craves it.”
“What if…” he trails off, his eyes flicking to Sly before looking back at me again, his fingers moving slowly across my breasts. “What if I want to be a dom, too?”
“You can be,” Sly says easily, surprising me. “We’ll work it out. As long as everyone is honest about what they do and don’t like.” His eyes shift to mine as he asks, “Right, little bird?”
I nod, “Right.” I lick my lips, and when nobody speaks, I ask, “So where does this leave us now?”
Sly is quick to respond. “Elias is going to carry you to the bedroom, lay you on your back, and kneel between your legs as he waits for the rest of us.”
I expect Elias to argue, but instead, he moves his arms down to my waist and stands, taking me with him.
When my feet touch the ground, he bends down and lifts me in his arms. He wastes no time moving to the bedroom and gently laying me on my back.
He takes a moment to kiss me, and I cling to his neck, wanting more.
When he pulls back, I grip his cheeks as I tell him, “If you don’t like him bossing you around, just say so. You don’t have to go along with it for me. He doesn’t always have to dom us.”
“Okay, sweetheart. Same goes for you. If you don’t like any part of what’s happening, you let us know, okay?”
“Okay.” He starts to move down between my legs as I ask, “And Elias?”
“Hmm?” His eyes dart up to meet mine.
“I love you.”