Page 138 of Look, Don't Touch

“I’d be happy to help you, Hailey,” Karris offers. “After all, I was the one who started this by talking about your aunt. She’s hot. No question. You are art turned flesh.”

I don’t know if it’s a compliment. My clit takes it as one, pulsing wildly.

Arlo presses his mouth to mine and kisses me so long and hard, I forget where I am and what’s going on. Then a second set of hands are on my skin. Fingertips slide over the swell of my ass, then up toward my spine. I wrench my lips away from Arlo to shriek, but there’s a smile on his lips and a glint in his eye that dares me to speak.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt smoother skin.” Karris’s fingers slip into the top band of my panties.

My eyes go wide, but still Arlo holds my gaze, cool and confident.

“What is happening?” I sound husky and thoroughly fucked, though I’ve barely been touched.

“Whatever I want.” His tongue swipes over my lips, and then between them.

The lacy elastic of my panties slips down over my cheeks, and then without warning goes the other way. Up, higher and higher, pulling on my pussy lips, splitting my crack.

I moan, bold and brash, unable to call it back.

The look of unadulterated desire it paints on Arlo’s face steals my already choppy breath.

Karris drags my panties down once more, and then up, sharper, harder.

“Oh, fuck.” I grip Arlo’s collar and pull him close. But I’m closer. I’m so close to coming, I can’t complete the mental gymnastics of how it’s possible or what it will mean if his friend makes me come.

“That’s it, Siren.” He reaches up and pinches my right nipple. “Show him how responsive you are. Then he can show me how wet my pussy is.”

Pressure gathers in my belly. A fine sheen of sweat breaks out over my breasts. Breathing is hard, though air flies in and out of my lungs with amazing force. It’s almost too much to gain any relief.

Karris, damn him, twists my panties around his hand and shakes them side to side. Arlo works on my nipple. Heat flushes my chest and belly. My thighs quiver. I feel the impending forest fire. Embers dance overhead. Billowy smoke encapsulates us. The unmistakable crackle creeps closer and closer.

“Give it to me, Siren. I’ll share it with Karris. Make him feel good like the best girl you are,” Arlo goads.

He tweaks both nipples. Karris releases his hold, then pulls high and tight with a flick of his wrist.

“Arlo, oh fuck!” I writhe, my hips pumping along the string of fabric splitting my lips and massaging my clit. “Yes, Arlo. Oh God.”

I go up on my toes, and my body curves in on itself as if trying to reshape my bones. Pleasure pulses through me, stronger than the bourbon.

My face sinks against his face as I come down from the delicious heat.

“Jesus, fuck.” Karris releases the death grip on my panties. “I’ve never seen a woman come so easily.”

I’d respond, but I’m barely coherent. When he moves the fabric down my legs, I lose all semblance of thought.

“She’s easy to please.” Arlo kisses my cheek. “Easier to love.” He says it where anyone can hear, but it’s for my ears alone.

Gentle pressure at my feet has me lifting my stilettos one at a time. I ease up enough to see Karris run the fabric up my legs and over my ass.

“Soaking wet.” He winks at me and then hands the sodden cloth to Arlo. “Thank you, Sir.”

“My pleasure.” Arlo nods, and then Karris returns to his seat. His cheeks are pink, and there’s a bulge in the front of his trousers.

“Holy shit.” I breathe.

My lover drops my skirt. “We’re just getting started.”

He turns me to face the men. Karris isn’t the only one tenting his pants. Arlo pulls me back onto his lap against his swollen cock.

“Start slow tonight. Be sure and let her see everything.” I jerk my gaze to Arlo, but then yank it back to Dobson, who stands, adjusts his pants, and walks to a rear door I hadn’t noticed.

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