Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Jessica
I started removing my clothes. I unbuckled my belt and after unbuttoning, pulled off my shorts.
My pink panties showed for a second beneath the tails of my shirt before I tugged the shirt off too and let it fall to the floor.
I stood there with my heart pounding, fear and excitement pooling low in my gut.
Jesus had seen my body countless times around the house, but never like this.
This felt completely different. I used my arms to uselessly cover my bra-covered breasts and groin.
The other guys were eating up the sight too.
My breasts heaved up and down with every shaky breath.
I shivered slightly, maybe from the cold or maybe from all that blatant attention on my body.
Shame burned hot across my face. I didn’t want to enjoy being looked at like that, but every set of eyes on me made my skin feel too tight.
“That too, honey,” Omarion said, licking his cracked lips. He tilted his prop knife toward Jesus’s throat, waving it just below his chin as if to drive home the point.
I didn’t need any encouragement. I hooked my hands around my back and unclasped my bra, letting it fall to the floor. My heavy breasts bounced free and swayed with the movement. Jesus swallowed hard. I saw it. I saw the way his eyes dropped before he could stop himself.
Then I hooked my fingers in the elastic of my panties and rolled them down to my knees before kicking them off my feet. I stood there in all my nakedness, completely exposed to three sets of hungry eyes.
Jesus tried to turn away from me, but he couldn’t resist stealing another look.
I watched the struggle on his face, the shame and need twisting together.
This was the first time he had seen me completely naked in front of other men, and the realization seemed to hit him hard.
A desperate little sound escaped him, full of want.
His stomach must have been churning with lust and jealousy.
I was his, and he didn’t want these men enjoying me.
My breasts felt heavy under their stares, my nipples hardening in the cold cabin air.
The trimmed hair between my thighs felt indecently exposed, and I could feel the heat of my own embarrassment spreading through me.
I felt ashamed for standing there like that, ashamed for being aroused in such a terrifying situation, even if I knew what this was supposed to be.
Then I remembered Jesus was not alone in being watched.
Omarion ordered him to strip. Jesus didn’t resist. One by one, he removed his shirt, shorts, vest, and underwear.
He looked self-conscious, and I noticed why almost immediately.
He was hard. I knew he was worried I would notice, worried I would think less of him for enjoying the scenario.
Omarion grabbed our clothes and threw them out of the cabin.
We were completely naked in front of them.
The cabin went deathly silent.
Their eyes feasted on me as if they had momentarily forgotten why they were in our cabin. Both men stared with wide-open lust and excitement.
Jesus tried to keep his head down, but his eyes kept coming back to me, and I caught him. I must have felt all their gazes at once because my face reddened even more. I stood there, no longer trying to cover my private parts.
“Oh my,” Faro hissed, his eyes fixed between my legs. “You are really a masterpiece, sweetness.”
Omarion stirred, no longer able to wait. He opened the front of his prison coveralls, and a sizable cock peeked out from the opening. He was jerking himself, his face taut with need.
I looked at him. My lips parted only slightly, and my tongue slipped out to wet them before I could stop myself.