Page 102 of Her Devils

She’s an irresistible combination of sexy and cute, and I’m so hard in my jeans that if we don’t get her out of that sexy, sparkly dress, I’m going to have a fucking accident.

“Remember what we promised you when we made our deal?” I ask.

“You said you’d teach me everything I needed to know about sex to drive any man crazy.”

I close the distance between us, stand on the other side of her, and slowly lower the zipper on the back of her dress as I whisper, “Exactly. And you’re doing so well. Part of it is teaching you how to be with more than one partner at the same time. Would you like it if Chan and I took you together tonight?”

I observe her as her pulse quickens, her long, dark lashes fluttering as she lowers her gaze just for a second.

“That sounds hot,” she decides, looking into my eyes again. “I just have one question.”

Channing pulls her face to his, placing a light kiss on the tip of her nose first and then reaching her lips as I push the fabric of her dress down her shoulders and past her chest so it slips off her, pooling in a shiny heap at her heel-clad feet.

“Ask away, baby,” he murmurs.

There’s a nervous edge in her voice. “When you say you’re going to ‘take me together’ tonight, do you mean...”

She stops talking, turning to look behind her back.

“No, princess,” I assure her. “The Eiffel Tower requires one of us to be in front of you and one behind you. Even though I suppose the one behind you could fuck your tight little ass if you wanted. I know we haven’t gone there yet, and I’m assuming you haven’t done that with Peyton or Channing either.”

She shakes her head. “No.”

I smile, gently running my fingers down the column of her neck, tracing her delicate collarbone, the side of her perfect tits and ribs, and down to the hourglass curve of her waist. “Then we’ll keep tonight as a traditional Eiffel Tower. I want to train you to have your ass fucked gradually. I don’t want my princess to feel pain unless she asks for it.”

The relief I see in her eyes tells me that she might not be into pain, and that’s fine with me. I don’t enjoy feeling it, and I definitely don’t like inflicting it beyond a sexy little spanking or some nipple clamps.

“Do you want this, Len?” Channing asks. “We don’t have to do it if it’s too much.”

I agree with my best friend. This isn’t the first time we’ll fuck a woman together, and it probably won’t be the last. We enjoy it too much, but consent is never in question. Things stop being fun if one of the participants isn’t willing.

“I do,” she says confidently. “I want this. I’m not saying I don’t feel a bit nervous about it, but now I’m curious and excited.”

That’s why she’s so perfect for us. “Are you excited?” I ask, watching as Channing opens the front clasp of her lacy black bra.

She nods. “Yeah. I love the way you guys look at me. I always have. You make me feel beautiful.”

“That’s because youarebeautiful,” Channing replies, taking her lips in a deep, open-mouthed kiss.

“She isn’t lying, Chan,” I say, lowering her lacy black panties down her hips and swiping my fingers over her bare, smooth slit. “She’s soaking wet for us.”

He breaks the kiss, dropping down to his knees and dragging Lenley onto the king-sized bed that takes up most of the bedroom in Peyton’s suite.

Channing lowers his head to the spot where my fingers were just a moment ago. “Wet and fucking delicious,” he whispers, running his tongue from entrance to clit, stopping to apply more pressure with his open mouth when he reaches her tight bundle of nerves.

“Oh God.” Lenley moans, arching her back in the sexiest way ever to get more contact with his mouth.

She looks so hot with him licking and sucking on her clit that I want to join in on the action. I want to be the one who makes her feel good too.

I observe my best friend eating her out for a little longer, enjoying the way her chest heaves as she moans words of encouragement, lifting her hips to meet Channing’s face.

That’s when I realize that while Lenley is totally naked, Chan and I are still fully clothed.

I quickly shed my button-down shirt and jeans, toe off my shoes and socks, and climb onto the bed on the other side of Lenley.

“Chan, let me take over for a second while you get naked.”

He chuckles. “Oh, fuck. I had forgotten about my clothes.”

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