Chapter Three #2
Once her shoes were off, Zayne stood and held out his hand.
“On your feet, Red.”
Chloé stood, and with her shoes now gone, she was a good six inches shorter.
“It’s almost a shame to take this dress off, but… Not really.” Zayne grinned and turned her to face Ethan.
Her eyes shifted to where he silently sat, and she boldly ran her gaze down over him. Ethan arched a brow, and this time she winked.
Sassy little thing. She was such an intriguing mix.
Feisty and headstrong in her everyday life, so it wasn’t all that surprising that she enjoyed giving up control in the bedroom.
That was often the way. It was all about finding that balance—having the freedom to show every side of yourself and trust that whoever you were with wouldn’t use it against you.
And they never would. They wanted to embrace her. Bask in her. They wanted to see every side of her, and right now Ethan wanted to see the playful side. He was enjoying watching Zayne coax it out of hiding.
Zayne gently pushed her hair over her shoulder then unfastened the zipper of her dress and removed the straps. As he let it go, the material shimmied down her body to pool at her feet, and the sight made Ethan’s cock stand up and pay attention.
In her lacy blue thong and nothing else, Chloé was exquisite to look at. Ethan widened his straddle to let her see exactly how she made him feel.
“Fuckin’ beautiful.” Zayne wound an arm around her waist and his eyes found Ethan’s.
“You both are.” Ethan pushed to his feet and reached for his dress shirt as Zayne trailed his fingers down to the little bow on the waist of Chloé’s thong.
A soft moan left her as Ethan unbuttoned and shrugged out of the white material. He tossed it on the chair behind him as she leaned back into Zayne and his fingers slipped even lower.
Ethan reached for the pint of ice cream. Chloé’s lips parted and her hips arched forward.
“Hungry, petite fille ?”
He walked over to the two of them and noticed Zayne’s hand moving behind the lace, those talented fingers of his already working their magic.
Chloé’s gorgeous breasts were on full display, the pretty pink tips hard and inviting. They rose and fell with every breath she took, and when Ethan dipped his fingers into the ice cream and licked them clean, her breathing became more rapid.
“Hmm, I do love butter pecan.” He licked his lips and dipped his fingers in again as he took a step closer.
Chloé’s eyes fell to the creamy treat as he raised his hand, but at the last second he bypassed her and offered it to Zayne. She pouted, making him chuckle, as Zayne sucked his fingers clean and groaned in delight.
“Damn, that is fucking delicious.”
“Agreed.” Ethan scooped up some more. “But I think it would taste even better off”—he reached out and brushed his finger over Chloé’s tight nipples—“here.”
At the touch of his cool fingers, she gasped.
“Let’s see, shall we?”
He lowered his head and flicked his tongue over the first nipple, teasing and sucking the pointed tip until a pleasure-filled moan echoed through the room.
He applied the same sweet torture on her other breast until she was shoving herself into his mouth, rocking her hips back and forth against Zayne’s hand.
“Mmm.” Ethan straightened to his full height. “Definitely better from there. Would you like a taste?”
She was panting now as Zayne’s fingers worked her overtime, but she still managed to nod.
Ethan swirled his fingers through the cool dessert then painted her lower lip before slipping it inside her mouth. “Suck.”
Chloé’s lips tightened as she sucked the ice cream clean, and Ethan growled low in his throat. Her teasing tongue made his dick jealous.
But this wasn’t about him. It wasn’t about Zayne either. It was about distracting Chloé for a brief moment and giving their date the ending she deserved.
He pulled his hand free, and a soft whimper left her.
“Greedy girl. There’s no need for pouting—you’re going to get yours.” Ethan then tipped some of the melted ice cream down the middle of her chest, making her breath catch as it slowly slid down her body to the pretty blue lace.
He handed her what was left and moved in.
“The rest is yours to share with Zayne. Enjoy. I know I’m going to.” He nipped at her lower lip, then began to kiss his way down her neck to her chest, then lower, following the sugary, sticky path down her delectable body.
He dipped his tongue in her navel and licked up the cream. When he heard a cry from above, he raised his gaze to see Chloé’s fingers deep in Zayne’s mouth.
Fuck, now that was something to look at. Nothing pleased him more than seeing Zayne’s mouth full, and seeing sweet cream drip down his chin had Ethan’s dick leaking inside his pants.
He moved to his knees and slipped his fingers inside the waist of Chloé’s thong.
As he pulled it down her legs, he saw Zayne’s fingers were buried inside their girl.
The butter pecan dripped down over her bare mound to the back of Zayne’s hand.
Ethan leaned in to swipe his tongue across both, and a rough groan from above hit his ears.
He glanced up at the pair who were kissing one another as Chloé rode Zayne’s fingers an inch from Ethan’s face, and for a second, he was content just to watch. There was ice cream on her chin now, and some down her neck.
Jesus, that was hot, and it was about to get hotter. Ethan tapped her knee, capturing her attention. Chloé pulled her lips free and looked down, and with her lips glistening and sticky, it was a fucking miracle he didn’t come right then.
“Over my shoulder, now.”
Chloé licked her lower lip, then raised her leg over his shoulder until she was wide open. Zayne shifted his hand a little, giving him full access to the swollen clit begging for his attention.
“Hmm, there’s my real dessert.” He leaned in and dragged his tongue across her. “Now, your job is to come on my tongue while you suck on his . ”
Zayne pulled his fingers free then and reached up to cup her breasts. As he took her lips in a crushing kiss, Ethan took her other lips in a double onslaught.
They teased and tormented her, sliding their tongues in and out as they each devoured their treat, and when her thighs tensed and she cried out her pleasure, Ethan knew Zayne was right.
They had claimed her. She was theirs.
The question was, for how much longer?