Her eyes round at the caveman surfaces inside of me.
Instead, I turn her so that her back is pressed against my chest, smoothing her hair to one side so I can kiss her neck, and gesture Henry closer.
His hands engulf her hips before he unbuttons the waist of her pants and lowers the zipper. Paige shivers in anticipation against me, gripping my arms to keep herself steady as he smooths her slacks off her hips and helps her step out of them.
Eli silently mouthsfuckas he looks her over, and I have to take a peek. Fuck, indeed.
The small triangle of fabric over her sex is sheer pink lace, and it takes everything inside of me not to reach down and stroke her through it.
Henry holds her gaze and the heat festering there rivals my own. Paige stiffens as he caresses her over the thin fabric, her hips shifting forward.
I tap her feet apart, giving Henry better access. His strokes are languorous but firm, circling against her clit as she shakes. God, it’s delicious, having her tremble against me as she receives pleasure.
I’m always surprised by the fact that Henry and Eli never make me jealous when we share. It never has. But more so, my fear has built over the last few days—after finally getting a taste of Paige and having her run away. After she didn’t return our texts and phone calls. After she spent the evening with Henry and the morning with Eli.
I didn’t think I could share her if I was going to be allowed so little, but having her submit to me again so easily settles the impending implosion her absence caused.
Her soft moan, hindered by how her lips press together, drives my need to add to her pleasure. Nipping the soft flesh where her neck and shoulders meet makes her intake a sharp breath. I bite a little harder until her head falls back and her hips jut forward.
Henry rumbles with delight in front of us.
She’s writhing when I release her, and the quick look Henry and I exchange reaffirms our plan. Build her up, but don’t let her come. Part of her punishment for leaving us hanging.
We won’t make her wait the entire night for it though.
Paige grinds her ass into my swollen cock, still the only part of my body laid bare. And that soft lace barely covering her ass works me up like I never imagined it could. How tempting.
She makes that noise—the one that signals how close she is, that we can use to drop her into an orgasm and prepare her for a new one, but Henry teases her with it before he retreats. Her soft panting and disgruntled cry makes me curls a smile across my mouth.
I shush her softly and hold her still as Henry lifts her blouse up her stomach, over her matching bra, and off with a few quicktugs. Her nipples strain against the lacy fabric, hard and begging to be touched. To be sucked on.
Henry leans down to take one in his mouth through the fabric. She whimpers again, thighs rubbing together without anyone’s touch to create friction for her.
A succubus. They have to be real because Paige is one. I’m throbbing with as much need as she is, but I resist her magic. Her siren call. The need to make her collapse from too many orgasms.
My hand comes around her throat. The only way to satisfy my need to dominate her body right now. And her moan vibrates against my palm. I’m obsessed with how she reacts to me, to this control that I can’t function without.
When Henry releases her breast, he tugs her bra straps off her shoulders and lowers the soft cups holding her in, partially banding her arms to her sides before he drops to take her other breast into his mouth.
Her knees give out as her back arches, the cry loud and low. We catch her, and she settles into my embrace again.
“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you? Ready to take whatever we’re willing to give you.”
Paige hums her agreement, hips moving to seek some kind of relief. But Henry drops her swollen nipple and steps back, looking her over with supreme satisfaction. He reaches back to tap Eli, who lazily strokes himself at the sight of her.
His grin has her pressing back into me. Then, he’s slowly lowering to his knees before her, cock still in hand and pumping slowly like he’s there to worship her. To be fair, he is.
Dropping his grip on himself, he carefully peels her wet panties down her thighs and I lift her out of them before he spreads her thighs and tilts her toward him. Mouth sealing over her pussy with a groan, his eyes drift closed, savoring her taste.
She sucks in a shaky breath, head tilting down to watch him eat her—devour her really, until her hips roll with the movements of his tongue.
Eli opens his eyes to peer up at her, pupils blown and drunk on her sex.
Paige can’t stop moving, but her noises soften, as if subduing herself this way will fool us. Too smart to not understand what we’re doing to her when he pulls away, covered in her pleasure.
“Oh, God,” she whispers, pleading. “Please.”
I give him a small shake of my head, but after a few breaths, Eli leans in again to eat her out, sucking and slurping. Shifting my grip on her, I reach up to pinch her nipple between a thumb and knuckle.