9
E rin didn’t recognize the number that flashed across her screen as her phone rang. She debated answering but remembered Chayse asking if she could give her number to some co-workers who were interested in getting tattoos. She hadn’t minded since it was business, and she’d given it to a couple of people at the convention, but she planned to get a separate line soon. She’d had one in Florida but had gotten rid of it since she wanted a local number.
“Hello,” she answered, phone between her ear and shoulder as she looked through her drawer for the lounge set she wanted. “Hello?” she questioned when she didn’t hear anything.
She hung up when no response came before pulling out what she’d been looking for. A two-piece, periwinkle blue lounge set. The strings, once tied, would be the only thing holding the top together, and Erin knew what she was doing, but Paetyn and Cruz had teased her the last time she saw them, wound her up, and she felt it only fair she reciprocated even if she’d started it that night in the hallway.
She’d invited them over, telling them to dress comfortably because she wanted to stay in. Erin wasn’t joking when she asked them if she could take up their Sunday. However, she knew it wasn’t fair of her to do, regardless of what they said. So, Erin asked them to come over at four.
She slipped into the outfit and sprayed on perfume with a scent similar to her moisturizer. She had about twenty minutes before they were due to arrive, and she’d noticed they were always on time when they went somewhere, if not a little early.
Erin turned off her bedroom light and entered the living room. She made sure her blackout curtains over the two windows were pulled almost completely closed, leaving just a little sliver on each side. She’d gotten two battery-operated lanterns and placed them beside the television for later when the sun went down if they hadn’t moved along on her list of things to do.
Erin took down a wine glass for herself and two tumbler glasses for Cruz and Paetyn. Well, they were technically breakfast glasses, but they looked similar enough. She’d gotten a bottle of wine and even picked up a bottle of scotch for them.
She then turned on the television, went to her upload list, and started the soft sounds of nature playlist she’d found the night before. It was an hour and a half long, but she made sure to put it on repeat. Erin then blacked out the television screen so it appeared off.
Finally, she lit all the candles she’d picked up earlier when she’d gotten the lanterns. She closed the curtains completely to see the effect. It lit the room well and allowed them to see fine, but it didn’t take away from what she was going for.
With all that finished, Erin grabbed the glasses, scotch, and wine from the refrigerator, placing them on one side of her coffee table before returning to the kitchen and taking out the fruit charcuterie board she’d put together before getting in the shower. She grabbed the little containers with honey, caramel, and chocolate and carried them into the living room, placing them on the other side of the coffee table. It would be a nice snack until they ordered dinner later in the evening. She took the lid off the containers and dropped them over the bar into the sink.
Erin stood at her door and took in the room. It looked nice, and she was happy with the outcome. She wanted to do something nice for them. They’d helped her move when they didn’t have to. Cruz had allowed her to use his plane to fly to and from the convention, and while she protested because she felt like it was too much for them to do, she’d been thankful for it. She hadn’t wanted to drive six hours, but she only had enough points for a one-way ticket and didn’t need to spend too much.
A knock on the door startled her, and she turned to look at the panel, seeing Paetyn and Cruz on the other side. Erin opened the door and took them in. When she told them to dress comfortably, she hadn’t expected them both to show up in sweatpants. Paetyn wore sand-colored sweatpants and a matching long-sleeve shirt with white shoes. Cruz wore black sweatpants, a black short-sleeve shirt, and white shoes.
Fuck gray sweatpants; Erin was sure these were worse. They’d done this on purpose, but she really couldn’t be too upset because they had the same idea she did. And if they hadn’t done it on purpose, Erin would have to resign herself to the fact they just looked good in everything.
Paetyn’s finger under her chin pulled her attention back to their faces, and they both smirked at her.
“Hello, Angel,” he greeted, leaning down to kiss her before moving aside and allowing Cruz to follow suit.
“Hi,” she greeted, unable to stop herself from looking them over again before stepping aside and letting them in. Erin closed the door and locked it.
“What’s all this?” Cruz questioned.
Erin walked around and stood in front of them. “Okay, hear me out. I thought we could put our phones away, act like we lived before devices and electricity, and hang out. You can teach me how to play poker.”
She thought about her comment and realized that asking them not to use their phones may have been a little unreasonable since they both had businesses to run. However, Cruz pulled his phone from his pocket, put it on silent, and handed it to her. Paetyn handed his over as well. She hadn’t meant they had to give them to her, but she was happy they were willing to indulge her.
“You didn’t have to do all of this,” Paetyn stated, looking around as Erin placed their phones on the bar.
“I wanted to.” She refrained from telling them it was a thank you, that she wanted to repay them for their help because she knew they’d say she didn’t have to. So, instead, she left it at that.
They went over to the couch, and Erin sat on the floor across from them on the other side of the coffee table. She watched Cruz eye the fruit and dips on the board, those gray eyes coming to her.
“Can I eat this off of you?”
“I…that isn’t what I put it there for,” she responded.
Cruz smirked at her. “That wasn’t a no, Ma?y.”
Erin bit her lower lip, raising a teasing eyebrow at him before turning and grabbing the deck of cards she’d placed on the entertainment center behind her.
“Who’s teaching?”
“Cruz is a much better teacher at card games than I am,”Paetyn responded, taking the cards from her and handing them to Cruz.
“I’ll be the dealer and the teacher. You’ll play against Paetyn. He’ll be two opponents.”
Erin nodded as Cruz shuffled the cards, and her eyes zeroed in on his fingers, watching until the cards were dealt. She was excited to learn so she wouldn’t be the odd man out next time everyone wanted to play.
“T hat’sridiculous,”Erin said, and Paetyn chuckled, knowing what she meant before she voiced it. “We have the same cards. It should be a tie.”
“Yes, but Paetyn still wins,”Cruz told her.
“How? We have four, five, six, seven, and eight.”Erin countered, popping a raspberry into her mouth.
“Your straight is made of different suits.Paetyn’sis all in one suit, giving him a straight flush, which beats your straight,” Cruz explained, and Erin huffed a little before grabbing a grape and eating it.
“You want me to let you win, Angel?”Paetyn questioned.
Erin shook her head. “No, because then I’ll never learn.”
“You don’t have to learn. Cruz was giving you a hard time when you were at the house,” Paetyn told her.
“I know, but I want to learn.”
Cruz gathered the cards and began to shuffle them while Paetyn watched Erin dip a blueberry in chocolate before eating it, licking the excess sweetness from her finger.
“You know,”Cruz started as he shuffled, and Erin grabbed a piece of pineapple. “If this were strip poker, we’d have you naked by now.”
Paetyn slid his attention to Cruz momentarily before it went back to Erin. She looked at Cruz for a minute before nodding.
“Probably,”she responded before placing the fruit into her mouth and slowly pulling her finger out. But we aren’t playing strip poker,” she informed him after swallowing.
“No, but we can make this interesting,” Cruz countered as Paetyn leaned back against the couch.
“How?” Erin inquired.
“Every time Paetyn wins, we get to eat a piece of this fruit or lick one of these toppings off of you.”
“And what do I get when I win?”
“What do you want, Ma?y?”
Paetyn watched Erin lick her lips, and it seemed she didn’t have to think long about what she wanted. “I want to wet your beard,” she responded before her eyes slid to Paetyn. “Both of them.”
Paetyn smiled at her. “You don’t need to win to do that. Come here if that’s what you want.”
Erin smirked at him, shaking her head.“Play by the rules; you can’t just fold every time.”
“If you insist,”Paetyn responded, and Cruz dealt the cards.
Paetyn looked at the cards in his hand, and a part of him wanted to replace all his good cards, but she said she wanted to learn. As tempted as he was to lose on purpose, he knew they could get what they wanted, what she wanted, by winning as well.They’denjoy working her up a bit first.
Paetyn won the hand, and he crooked his finger, beckoning Erin over. She stood up and went around the table, and he grabbed the mini spatula she’d placed in the caramel and used it to draw a trail down her stomach.
He placed it back and put his hands on her waist, rolling the top of her shorts down some. Leaning in, his tongue brushing lower than where the caramel was, Paetyn slowly licked up her stomach. His eyes locked to hers the entire time, and he felt her stomach dip under his tongue. Paetyn honestly didn’t care what the caramel tasted like; he just wanted to taste her, her skin against his tongue.
When he’d removed all the topping, Paetyn placed a final kiss on her stomach. She stared at him a long moment before her attention went to Cruz. Erin moved over to him, and he pulled her to straddle him, pulling a gasp from her. Cruz took some honey and trailed it down her neck. Just as slowly as Paetyn had, he licked up the column of her neck, tongue flicking off the tip of her chin.
Paetyn watched Erin swallow, looking between them, and he wondered if they’d make it to the next hand. After a moment, she got up and went back around the table. Cruz gathered the cards, shuffling before dealing again.
Paetyn barely won the next hand, his high card beating hers by one. Again, he beckoned her over and stood, having her sit where he’d been. This time, Paetyn took the chocolate as he got on his knees, trailing it from the side of her knee to the bottom of her shorts which stop just an inch or two from the apex of her thighs.
Throwing her leg over his shoulder, he pulled her down on the couch slightly. Paetyn enjoyed the way she gasped before a small moan left her as his tongue began to trace up her leg slowly. When he made it to her shorts, Paetyn lingered there, tongue moving in slow circles. He could smell her arousal. It was like an aphrodisiac that washed over him. She was wet for them, and all he had to do was move up a little more.
When she had opened the door for them,andhe took her in, Paetyn knew that she was trying to tease them.
He nipped at the tender flesh of her thigh. Erin moaned a little deeper, and he wanted to hear more; heneeded her to be more vocal. His eyes went over to Cruz, and the other man nodded. It seemed they were on the same page. Slowly, Paetyn lowered her leg from his shoulder.
“Stay there, Angel,” he commanded, standing, and Cruz took his place, tracing chocolate in the position he had along her other leg.
Cruz placed her leg over his shoulder and began his journey upward with his tongue. When he made it to the bottom of her shorts, he sucked the flesh there, causing Erin to moan, biting her bottom lip as she watched him.
When Cruz removed her leg from his shoulder, the tension in the room had quilted into a thick blanket, but that was the entire point. Cruz helped Erin sit up before returning to his spot, and Paetyn took the spot Erin previously occupied.
The next hand, they tied, as Erin had called it, with both having a pair of fours and their high cards being the same. Typically, it would move to the card after that, but it just meant that Paetyn would win, so neither he nor Cruz felt the need to do so.
Cruz dealt the next hand, and Paetyn had nothing but a queen as the high card. If Erin had anything, she would win; honestly, he wanted her to. So, he didn’t trade any cards in, even though he knew he probably could have ended up with a better hand.
When they laid their cards down, Paetyn realized it didn’t matter. He could have gotten better cards to make him a better hand; however, it wouldn’t have beaten the royal flush she laid down. She’d somehow gotten lucky with the three cards she’d traded in. That or Cruz was cheating for her.
“This means I win,” she responded.
“It does.”Paetyn nodded, licking his lower lip.
“So, tell us how you want us,”Cruz added.
Paetyn watched as Erin looked between them. He was sure she didn’t know how she wanted them, who she wanted first, though it didn’t matter to either of them.
“Come here,”Paetyn commanded, and Erin slid off the couch and approached him. He smirked at her when she stopped beside him. “Good girl, Angel, but cum here ,” he told her, running his thumb over his bottom lip, and Cruz chuckled.
“I take that to mean you want to go first,”Cruz stated.
Paetyn thought for a moment. He didn’t miss the slight change in Erin’s breathing or the way she shifted when he called her a good girl. He wanted to see something.
“No, actually, I think I’ll watch first.”Paetyn stood, leaning down to pick Erin up since he’d made her get up for nothing. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and Paetyn went down the hall to her bedroom, Cruz behind him, flipping on the light.
He placed Erin on the bed and stood beside her, Cruz at the end of it. He put his finger under her chin, causing her to look him in the eye.
“You hold all the power. We have no intention of going any further than what you asked for. Tell us to stop, and we will.”
Paetyn figured it was best to keep it simple; stop was a universal word. They’d get into everything else when the time came. He toed his shoes off, climbed on the bed behind her, resting his back against the headboard, and pulled her back into his chest.
Cruz pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the side before joining them on the bed. He grabbed the band of her shorts, pulling them off while Paetyn pulled the string on her shirt, causing it to fall open.
“Damn,”Cruz stated, taking Erin in, and even with Paetyn looking over her shoulder, he had to agree.
C ruz took her in. His eyes raked over her, and he knew it was going to be hell keeping his dick in his pants, but he would because that wasn’t what she’d asked them for.He’dknown the moment she opened the door that she wasn’t wearing any panties, and with what she had on, at some point, he was going to lose some of his control. The sun was still out, they hadn’t done anything but teach her poker for a little over an hour and a half, and he was getting ready to make her pussy his late afternoon snack.
Cruz ran his hands up and down her thighs, enjoying the way she shook slightly, and he hadn’t done anything to her yet. That was a lie; they’d engaged in a little pre-foreplay play in the living room.
“Spread your legs for him, Angel,”Paetyn commanded, and Erin did as he requested. Paetyn leaned down and whispered, “That’s a good girl.”
Erin moaned at his words, and Cruz took in her glistening pussy, the neat little shapely triangle on her mound. She was wet for them. Ready for him to taste her, feast on her until the only thing he tasted on his tongue for days to come was her pussy. Leaning in, he swiped his tongue up her slit slowly, tasting the evidence of her arousal.
The sound she released had Cruz gripping her thighs tighter, this time, diving between her folds with his tongue, seeking out her clit.
The second taste of her on his tongue had Cruz forgetting his destination, instead moving down to slide his tongue inside of Erin. He’d imagined what she would taste like, the feel of her pussy on his tongue. Cruz’s mind had conjured some of the most incredible things, yet it hadn’t done her justice.
Erin tasted reminiscent of the first time Cruz had cotton candy on his tongue: sweet, satisfying, andlasting even when it evaporated. She tasted like the best wine aged to perfection, washing over his tongue. Of pure honey in its most succulent form. Erin, on his tongue, tasted like decadence…like an addiction .
The moan that left her lips as his tongue took its first real taste was enough to have Cruz pushing further, circling his tongue slowly. Her moans filled the quiet room, dancing off the walls like the melody of a song, and he wanted to hear more of it.
Cruz looked up at her as he worked his tongue, touching as deep as he could with it, tasting everything that overflowed for him. He hadn’t even been sampling her long, and her eyelids were hooded, deep brown eyes watching him, taking him in, and he wanted her to watch, to keep her eyes on him as he gave her what she’d asked them for.
His tongue flicked inside of her, keeping the pace slow, languid. Cruz had no intention of her cumming too soon. The moan that left Erin’s lips was cut off by her biting her bottom one. That was unacceptable because while this was about her, she wouldn’t take away hearing her moan for them.
Cruz tapped Paetyn’s left leg twice, having no desire to pull his tongue from Erin’s pussy, but he also wasn’t going to let her continue to silence herself. He watched as Paetyn placed his chin on Erin’s shoulder, reached up with his thumb, and removed her bottom lip from between her teeth.
“Let us hear those pretty little moans,”Paetyn stated, his hands going to cup her breast. “Don’t you want us to know how good you feel?”he asked as he ran his thumbs over her nipples.
Erin moaned, her eyes fluttering, and Cruz understood why Paetyn wanted to watch first. It seemed their woman had a praise kink, but Cruz was willing to bet she didn’t know it.
“Use your words, Angel.”
“Yes,”Erin moaned out. “Yes, I want you to know.”
Cruz flicked his tongue at the same time Paetyn pinched one of her nipples, and he watched Erin’s stomach dip, her eyes closed briefly before opening again as another moan filtered into the air.
He continued to fuck her with his tongue, his eyes volleying between her eyes and Paetyn’s hands teasing her hardened nipples. The visual imagery of Paetyn’s hands contrasting against her breast had Cruz envisioning the contrast of his dick against her carob skin as it slid in and out of her. The image caused him to stiffen his tongue, fuck her with it faster.
Erin’s legs began to shake slightly, and Cruz felt her start to contract around his tongue. She was close to cumming, and while that was the goal, he wasn’t about to give it to her so soon.
Cruz slowly pulled his tongue from her pussy, causing Erin to let out a whine, and he almost dove back in because fuck if that sound wasn’t just as much of a turn-on, just as alluring as her moaning. Instead, he spread her lower lips with his index and middle finger.
Erin’s arousal glistened at him, spoke, and beckoned him, and Cruz had every intention of claiming every drop of it. He flicked the tip of his tongue lightly over her clit before blowing on it.
“Please,” Erin breathed.
“Please, what? What are you asking for, Ma?y?”Cruz questioned before flicking his tongue over her clit again.
Erin swallowed, shaking her head. “I…I don’t know.”
“Sure, you do,”Cruz responded.
“Tell us what you want,”Paetyn commanded, tweaking her nipple.
“To cum. Please, make me cum.”
Cruz already planned to do that, and since she hadn’t explicitly asked him to make her cum right then, he would take his time. He took her clit between his lips and sucked it, pulling a deep moan from her as his name tumbled from her lips.
“Cruz,” Erin moaned, her eyes on him, and the desire dancing in them had him almost saying fuck it and letting her burst all over his tongue. Almost.
“You make such sweet noises, Angel.”
“Fuck, that sounds so dirty,”Erin responded.
Cruz watched Paetyn bite her earlobe before questioning, “What does?”
“Mm…you calling me Angel when Cruz has his mouth on my pussy.”
Both men chuckled, and Cruz listened to Erin gasp as the vibration of it traveled through her clit, hips lifting off the bed slightly.
“Then it’s going to sound filthy when I call you Angel with one of our dicks in you,”Paetyn responded, and Cruz watched him slowly lick up the side of her neck as he began to flick his tongue over her clit, sliding a finger into her. “I could call you something else,” Paetyn continued. “Though it wouldn’t be true at this moment, and I get the feeling you enjoy me telling you how much of a good girl you are.”Erin’s walls contracted around Cruz’s finger, confirming Paetyn’s words. “How pretty you sound moaning for us.”Again, she contracted, and Cruz added another finger. “How well you’re taking his fingers.”
So, it was true. Erin did indeed have a praise kink. Each of Paetyn’s statements caused her pussy to tighten around Cruz’s fingers. They would have to talk to her about it later. See if it was something she was aware of or if it was new to her.
Cruz took her clit back between his lips as he fingered her slowly, rotating his wrist each time he moved them inside of her.
Paetyn’s lips went to her ear again. “Or,”Paetyn started, one of his hands snaking up to grip her neck. “I could tell you what a bad little slut you were for trying to muffle yourself.”
“Fuck,” Erin moaned, arching off the bed as she came all over his fingers, and Cruz held them still inside of her, slowly circling his tongue around her clit, as the excess of her release ran down his hand.
So, she liked them both, and Cruz was in no way mad about it. It meant that they’d have several ways to get her off. It wasn’t unheard of for a person with a praise kink to like slight degradation or vice versa, but it seemed she liked them both equally from the way, she’d just cum, from hearing them at the same time.
After a moment, Cruz sat up, removed his fingers from her, and glared at Paetyn because Cruz hadn’t had any intention of her cumming that soon. The other man at least had the decency to look apologetic.
“I didn’t know she’d cum,” Paetyn informed him.
Cruz slid his eyes down to Erin as she reached for him, pulling him in and slipping her tongue into his mouth. He kissed her back, allowing her to explore his mouth with her tongue. She was tasting herself, getting it from every corner of his mouth.
When they pulled away, Cruz brought his hand up, licking her release as Erin’s chest rose and fell.
“What the hell was that?”she questioned. “I don’t typically cum from words.”
“There’s a first time for everything, Ma?y,”Cruz responded before slipping his fingers into his mouth.
“Do you want to talk about that now?”Paetyn questioned, and Erin tilted her head to look at him. “Because from where I’m sitting, his beard isn’t wet enough.”
Before she could respond, Paetyn leaned in and kissed her, hand still around her neck. Cruz slid back down the bed, slipping tongue first back into addiction.