Lance heaves a shaky breath and turns when I do.
“So, how does this go? Any clues on what I can expect?”
“Your guess is as good as mine,” I say. “Just remember to use your safe word if it gets to be too much.”
“I don’t know, man. I kind of wanttoo muchif she’s the one delivering. I want it all.”
I study him for a breath. “Even me? Because it isn’t lost on me that being intimate with another man is new to you, and I have a sense that’s where this is going.”
His Adam’s apple bobs with a rough swallow, and he nods. “I want to try. I just hope I can hold out, because I’m really fucking horny. Like, uncomfortably horny.”
The closet door clicks open and we both turn. We’re greeted with a sight that makes Lance utter a curse. I’m just as surprised, because seeing Gwen in full-on dominatrix gear was the last thing I expected. I didn’t even know she owned anything like this.
She’s in a black satin corset with red pinstripes that doesn’t cover her breasts at all, but pushes their full roundness up and forward. Black garters adorn the tops of her thighs, attached to stockings that disappear into thigh-high leather stiletto boots. Her hands are covered in matching black satin gloves that extend halfway up her biceps. She isn’t wearing panties, and her bare snatch glistens at the very center.
“Good boys,” she croons as she strides toward us. We’re both transfixed, and I think Lance has stopped breathing. I might have also.
When she reaches us, she rests a hand on each of our shoulders, slides down to our wrists, and lifts our hands, placing them on her breasts. Despite her poise, a deep flush warms her dark complexion, and she tilts her head back a little, looking into my eyes, then Lance’s as she guides both our hands over her breasts, teasing herself with our fingertips before sliding us lower.
“Jesus,” Lance whispers when she pulls our hands over her hips, then lets go.
“Feel me, both of you,” she breathes.
I continue the path she began, dipping my hand lower, past the edge of her corset to her warm, smooth skin.
“Do you mean…” Lance begins, then says, “Never mind,” when he sees me coast my fingers between her thighs. He follows, attention rapt when his fingers join mine.
She’s soaked, her wetness coating my fingertips when I glide them between her slick lips, careful to stay to one side. Lance takes the other, his breathing quickening.
“Jesus, you’re so wet,” he murmurs.
His knuckles brush mine when we delve farther between her thighs.
“You can have this all to yourself, if you do what I ask,” she says. She grips his wrist again, and I remove my hand as she urges his farther between her legs. “Do you want to fuck me, Lance?”
The poor guy lets out a desperate groan that might have been, “Fuck yes.” I totally empathize.
Gwen suddenly steps back, leaving him standing with outstretched hand, fingers coated in her juices.
“Then you need to make Percy come while I watch. When you succeed, this pussy is all yours.”
“Devious,” I say.
“Don’t waste time, sweetie,” she says, planting her feet wide and crossing her arms. She’s a wet dream with her tits framed the way they are and her bare pussy shining with her juices. It takes a moment for me to register that Lance is frozen in place, obviously still processing her command.
“You know how dicks work,” I say. “Mine’s no different than yours.”
“I—I know. Is that what you want? For me to suck you off?”
I lift an eyebrow. “Handjobs are on the table, but not nearly as fun, and I’m betting you’re not ready to let me fuck you.”
His mouth drops open, so I take matters into my own hands—or rather, intohis.I grab the hand he just had between Gwen’s legs, then step in, closing the distance between us as I cup the back of his head.
“It’s not as difficult as you think,” I say, then kiss him. I wrap his hand around my dick while we kiss, banking on him getting the hint once he’s got me.
He figures it out, squeezing his fingers around my dick and giving me a gentle tug. Pleasure blasts through me so hard my head spins. I release his mouth to let out a rough groan when he strokes the full length of my dick, thumb rubbing along the underside until he reaches my tip. He pauses and smiles when the pad of his thumb finds the pre-cum coating my tip and rubs in a circle.
I’m too preoccupied with the way his big hand feels on me to pay much attention to Gwen, but I’m vaguely aware that she’s moved to the end of her bed and settled on it, legs primly crossed like she isn’t half-naked.