Page 35 of Mama Si's Paradise

Pink lights came from the left, blue from the right. The room was black, completely black, floor and ceiling and walls made out of black glass tiles that reflected the light everywhere. Silver lamps were mounted on the walls. A chrome table was in the very middle, long and big, with only three chairs to the right of it. There was a single painting behind the head of the table, a simple black canvas with a chrome-colored frame, and that’s it. Food on the table, on black plates and metallic cups, andall of itwas either black or white or silver.

Silver icing on black cake. Sushi rolls without a color in them. Even the sticks they ate with were black.

But the people in there was what knocked my breath away the most.

Hannah was sitting at the head with a cup in her hand,looking down at the two men sitting by her sides, eating slowly.Slowly. Like they were moving in slow motion, but not Hannah. She wore silver eyeshadow, silver lipstick, and a dress made out of metal links, her breasts perfectly visible underneath. She also had a thick choker with big clear stones around her neck. It was like looking at another movie scene, not anything real—because how could any of thisbe real?!

“Sit,” Mama Si said, pulling me out of my own mind, and I moved automatically without really thinking about it, heart thundering in my chest, breathing shallow—and I watched.

Mama Si didn’t tell me the names of the men dining with Hannah. She didn’t make a single sound at all, didn’t even turn the volume up with the remote so we could hear what Hannah was saying.

The man sitting with his back to me looked tall, his skin dark, his curly hair slightly touched by silver at the edges. He wore no shirt, only a pair of black pants, and he was barefoot, too.

The one sitting across from him was just as tall, his skin pale, his eyes a light blue, almost turquoise—absolutely gorgeous. The way he looked at Hannah while he chewed his food slowly, you’d think he was in love. His ashy blond hair was styled to look disheveled, and his square jaws were clean-shaven, the muscles on his naked chest perfectly ripped and defined.

Both Mr. Patrick and Mr. Fitz had been a sight to see, buthewas another beast altogether. Drop-dead gorgeous.

And then they moved.

Hannah put her cup down and stood up, revealing the little stars that were attached to the links of her dress. I could practically hear them jiggling in my head as she slowly pushed the chair back. Her perfect body was on full display, and she had only panties on underneath—silver panties covered in rhinestones.

Both men immediately stood up, too. My jaw about touched the floor. I doubted I’d ever seen more handsome men than them. The black guy’s face could have come straight out of my imagination, andhiseyes were blue, too. Almost the exact same blue as his friend’s.

My heart was beating even faster by the time they kneeled on the floor with their heads down in front of Hannah. She smiled triumphantly as she looked at them, licking her lips as her eyes took in the curves of the muscles on their backs.

Then she said,Rise.I could read that word on her lips just fine, and she said something else, too, that I didn’t understand.

The men stood up. Each grabbed her by a hand and moved her slowly to the other side of the table, the other end where there was no food and no chairs, just the clean, shiny tabletop. My God, they were both hard and you could tell easily from the black pants they wore.Unbuttonedso that I could see the tip of their dicks poking out.

The black guy leaned down and grabbed Hannah in his arms, then gently placed her on the table. The blond grabbed her legs, then the skinny heels of her silver sandals, and spread them to the sides slowly, settling himself between them right by the table’s edge.

I should have looked away when he bent her knees and put her heels against the tabletop, then ran his hands up and down her thighs as she spread her legs farther apart.

I should have looked away when she arched her back and ran her silver-colored fingernails up and down the black guy’s ripped torso, as he settled right there over her head, across from his friend, and caressed her arms, ran his hands over her breasts.

I should have looked away when both men touched her like they yearned to feel every inch of her body, with their hands first, then slowly leaned down and beganto kiss her skin—one from her ankles and up her legs, the other from her knuckles and up to her shoulders.

I didn’t.

Hannah lay there on the table while the men kissed her, touched her and caressed her. She had one hand in each of the guys’ hair, grabbing and pulling and guiding them up and down wherever she wanted them, her eyes closed, her silver lips parted as she panted.

I was ashamed—of course I was ashamed. I’d never even watched porn with someone else in the room before, and this was actually happening in real life right in front of me. It was happening, and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in the strangest setting. The way the pink and blue lights hit the naked skin of the men while they devoured Hannah on the table, it was a fucking miracle I hadn’t come yet. I was so wet I kept squeezing my thighs together, terrified I might spread my legs by accident.

Then the men let go of Hannah and went back to the other side of the table and grabbed a plate each before they returned. They poured what I imagined was soya sauce all over Hannah’s body, then put rolls all over her—on her mouth and her legs and her pussy and her breasts. Hannah made herself comfortable with her hands under her head for a moment, and then the men put the plates aside and dove in.

I’d be a damn liar if I said I didn’t want to be her right now with every fiber of my being.

My hands fisted until my palms hurt, and I still couldn’t bring myself to look away. How could I, when they were eating food off her body, licking Hannah’s skin clean—and they hadn’t even properly started yet!

Fuck, I shouldn’t have been so damn turned on by watching these insanely beautiful people together. I shouldn’t have, yet here I was, almost begging them to keep moving so I could see more. So I could seeallof it.

And they did.

I lost track of time and space when the blond guy, still between Hannah’s legs, slowly pushed the metal dress she was wearing up, reached her rhinestone panties and hooked a finger under them, then pulled them to the side. The table was close enough so that we saw most, but not all of it. Not enough. Not the details—at least for me.

But I saw it when the blond leaned down with his tongue hanging out and pressed it right over her clit.

The way Hannah’s back arched at the contact had me biting my tongue before I fucking moaned. She was moaning, though—until the other guy leaned down and kissed the living hell out of her, his hands squeezing her breasts while the other thrust his tongue inside of her, fingers digging into her spread thighs.

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