Page 47 of The Hat Trick

“Bite me, Dumont,” Matt snaps.

“You’re not my type, but I’m sure I—”

“Enough,” Brent commands. It’s not loud, but it’s intimidating. I snap my spine straight, suddenly feeling like I was doing something wrong too.

Both Vince and Matt stay quiet while Brent focuses back on me, his eyes locked on mine, but his hands move away from me as he sits back in the chair. I want to protest, so instead of saying anything I reach forward to run my hands up his thighs slowly.

“What do you think you’re doing, beautiful?” he asks.

“I want to touch you,” I say softly.

“You only get to touch me when you’re a good girl, and you haven’t been, have you?”

I shrug noncommittally.

“That’s not an answer.”

“No, but I want to be,” I say sweetly.

“Hm. You want my cock?”

“Yes.”

“Show me how much.” I go to move my hands to his waistband, but he stops me with his hands on mine while shaking his head. “Show me how much on Dumont.”

My eyes flash to his, shock evident on my face.

“No touching yourself, you don’t get to come yet,” Brent says, releasing my hands.

I turn and crawl toward Vince who is sprawled on the couch, the top buttons of his shirt unbuttoned, and he makes my mouth water. He looks so relaxed and in control, similar to Brent and I wonder how they can be so chill right now when I want to jump out of my skin with anticipation.

As I make my way to Vince, Brent speaks up again, but this time it’s to the other person in the room. “Don’t even think about touching her either, McQuaid. No touching yourself either unless she tells you to.”

I bite back my smirk at the power being put in my hands as a sort of punishment for him for something we both did. But he also told me I can’t come too, so that sucks. I’m on my knees in front of Vince, and he hasn’t moved at all, other than his eyes watching me. I give him a coy smile as I wait for him to tell me what to do.

“Take off the dress, baby.” His deep voice is even deeper with the instruction, and my eyes practically roll just from the sound of it.

I stay on my knees while I work the dress off my body, leaving me exposed in just my simple strapless bra. I hear a slight growl from one of the other men in the room, and I’m not sure who. Vince’s eyes widen as he takes in my newly naked body.

“You weren’t wearing panties under that fucking dress?” Vince sounds almost angry as he asks.

I shake my head, “No.”

“Fuck, baby.” He runs his hand down his face, and I can tell he’s struggling with his control, and it gives me a shot of confidence while I’m currently in such a vulnerable state.

I know this bra is tight on me, it has to be to hold up my large breasts, but I’m also aware of my stomach that’s exposed, I feel the rolls and I’m very aware of who is in this room with me. How these men are fawned over constantly, as they should be. I’m also aware that they are here withme.Looking atmelike they can’t control themselves. Dying to touchme.Wantingme.

And that’s why I sit taller, staring at Vince’s blue eyes while I feel both Brent and Matt’s eyes on me, heating up my skin.

“How do you want me?” I ask softly.

He leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees as his face comes close to mine. I fist my hands to prevent myself from reaching out to grab him.

“I want you in every single way, all the time, baby. Those pink lips wrapped around my cock. Fucking that perfect pussy. Someday I’d love to take your ass too, I want all of you, all the time,” he speaks low, like he’s keeping his words just between us. A secret for only us, even though I’m sure the other two men in the room can hear him. In this moment, they don’t exist.

My teeth clamp down on my bottom lip and I whisper back to him, “How do you want me first, then?”

He leans back, stretching his arms across the back of the couch, legs spread out on either side of me, a smirk on that beautifully shaped mouth I know is capable of filthy things.

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