Page 109 of Some Like It Hot

She shakes her head. “No. That feels amazing.”

All of my crowded thoughts quiet and I just focus on Elise. On how beautiful she looks, her face pink from giggling, free of makeup, her hair a raven blanket spread out over Simon’s thighs. She’s a knockout when she’s dressed to go out, but I like this look on her too. She’s relaxed, fully trusting the three of us with her vulnerabilities, with the real her.

Even if the relationship is fake, she’s showing me the real Elise, and damn it, I have some very strong feelings for the real Elise.

I may not know what to do with them, but I do know what to do with her right now.

This couch is really fucking small for three grown men and all I have access to is her feet, so I lift one foot and gently kiss her arch, before sliding out from under her and standing up. With one hand, I rip my sweatshirt off over my head from the neck.

Then I perch my large body on the coffee table so I can watch as Simon slips his finger into Elise’s mouth, encouraging her to suck on it, as Aidan slides a hand into her leggings and starts to work her clit. Her thighs relax and she opens for him with a pretty little moan, before sinking her teeth into Simon’s finger.

“Let me see that eager little pussy.” I lean over and yank her leggings down to her ankles.

Elise has on red lace panties that pop against her fair skin and Aidan’s big hand has them pulled out taut as his finger saws in and out of her. I can’t see her cunt, but it’s enough to have me squeezing my dick and adjusting it in my sweatpants.

“You like this so much, don’t you?” Aidan asks, his voice thick. “Having three men worship you.”

With Simon’s finger in her mouth, she can only nod. But she rolls her hips, then pulls back to beg, “More, Aidan.”

“Of course, baby, whatever you need.” He adds another finger.

Simon removes his finger from her mouth at the same time and Elise gasps, arching up to pump into Aidan’s touch. Simon shifts her head, turning her toward him. He undoes his pants, and she eagerly opens her mouth so he can ease his cock between her lips.

My body is tense and I realize I’m tapping my foot up and down, impatiently waiting to enter the game.

But I don’t, because there is something so damn sexy about watching her open herself to these two men. Plus, I kind of enjoy torturing myself. I am a goaltender, after all. A born masochist.

I do reach out again though and ease her panties down for a better view. Aidan gets the message and raises her knee up by hooking his free hand under it so that her legs spread. I can see the moisture his touch is creating, see her pretty little plump pussy lips open wide, his fingers buried deep inside her. When he pulls back entirely to swirl over her swollen clit, she’s glistening with dewy arousal.

Elise gives a cry of disappointment at the loss, her mouth slipping off of Simon’s cock.

He grips her hair. “Don’t stop, love.”

Elise obeys, turning her head again so he can guide her to move over him, his dick disappearing between her lips over and over.

I swallow hard and resist the urge to fill her pussy with my own finger. Instead, I just reach out and swipe through her heat and soak my finger. Then I put it in my mouth, sucking off her taste and essence.

“You taste so fucking good.”

Elise drops her head back, and Simon gives his erection a couple of pumps with his hand.

“Can you…”

She gives a shuddering sigh when Aidan eases a finger back inside her slit.

“What do you need, Sugar?” I ask her gruffly. “And from who?”

“Can you…” She closes her eyes briefly and then looks at me directly. “Can you finger my ass while Aidan fingers my pussy?”

I don’t hesitate. “Whatever you need, you get. It’s going to get a little crowded but you like that, don’t you, you dirty girl?”

She nods, biting her bottom lip as Aidan continues to work her.

“Don’t come,” he commands her. “If you come, you will be punished.”

“I won’t come. I promise,” she says, even as she sounds like she’s going to. Her voice has lifted, her hips rolling frantically.

Aidan immediately removes his fingers. “Get in there, Wilder. Slick your fingers up.”

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