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“Are you still nervous?” the voice whispers close to my ear.

I exhale sharply. “You scared me.”

Fingers trail down the side of my neck. I tremble.

“Do you want to continue playing tonight, Kitten? Green or red.”

I clasp my hands in my lap trying not to fidget. “Green.”

Chapter 46

Eli

I pull the gloves out of the waistband of my sweats and tug them on. I want to keep my fingers on her skin, but she specifically mentioned gloves in her texts and her diary, and I want to keep her in the mindset of this being her fantasy.

Once the gloves are snug, I press my fingers against her throat.

“How does it feel sitting out here, with just a scrap of lace covering you?”

“Cold.”

My fingers slide up the column of her throat until I can grip her chin. “Your skin is flushed, and your breathing is rapid. Are you sure you want to go with cold as your answer?”

Her tongue touches her top lip, but she doesn’t say anything.

“I can feel the heat of your skin through my glove. If I pushed one finger inside your panties, would you make it wet, I wonder? Would you soak through my glove?”

Her breath hitches.

“Is that what you want, Kitten?” I trail my fingers down her throat, over her shoulder, and drag the bra strap down her arm, while I lift the other hand to motion Kellan to come out of his hiding place.

He reaches me without making any noise, and I point to her other strap. He reaches out and strokes a finger over it before hooking a finger beneath it and pulling it down.

“Stand up, Kitten, and put your hands behind your back.” We both take a step back as she rises. “Stand straight, push your shoulders back. Head up high.” The position thrusts her breasts forward, almost spilling out of the bra. Her bra straps hang loose against her arms. One more tug and her breasts will come free of the material concealing them.

I reach out and follow the path of the lace over her breasts with a finger, dipping down into the valley between them, and slowly pull it down. “Green or red?”

Her whispered “green” comes a second before the lace falls away from her nipples. They’re hard, pointed, tilted slightly upwards, and mouthwateringly close. I lift my cell and take a photograph of her.

“What would your boyfriend say if he knew you were standing out here? Half-naked, showing your body to a stranger. Getting wet for him?” I pinch her nipple and her gasp makes my dick hard. “Letting him touch you? That’s what you want, isn’t it? For me to touch you?”

Kellan copies my movement, stroking a circle around her nipple before pinching it between thumb and finger.

“You’re only wearing one glove?” Her voice trembles.

She knows the answer already, but I smile and lean forward to lick over her nipple with my tongue. “No. I’m wearing two gloves.”

But—” The word stops on a gasp as I close my teeth over one nipple just as Kellan sucks the other into his mouth. Her hands land on our shoulders, but instead of pushing us away, her fingers curl into our shirts and hold on tight. “Oh … Green.” The word is a breathy moan.

My hand curves over her hip to hold her steady as we suck and feast on her breasts. This hadn’t been in the plan. I’d just intended on making her strip, of humiliating her by making her stand there naked, scare her when she discovered there were two of us. But the second she did as I demanded, I changed my mind. I wanted to touch her, taste her, make her moan. Easing back, I catch her nipple between my teeth, drag my tongue over the sensitive tip, and bite down gently before letting it go and dropping to my knees.

My hands smooth over her hips, along the elastic of the panties and I rest my head against her stomach, my tongue delving into the dip of her navel and down. Her legs shift, part, and I look up to see Kellan’s hand has covered the breast I’d left, squeezing and pinching while he licks and sucks on the other.

“Do you want my tongue on you, Kitten?”

Her legs widen more. This close, I can see the dampness on the crotch of her panties, smell her arousal. Arabella Gray is a dirty girl, getting off on being groped by strangers in the woods. The thought makes me smile, makes me harder, and I press my mouth against the material that separates me from her pussy.

She doesn’t push me away, doesn’t tell me to stop. I cup her ass and squeeze, then flatten my tongue and lick a path over the lace. A whimper leaves her lips and Kellan chuckles.

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