Page 124 of The Dollhouse

Zoey walked up to me, flashing me her pearly whites as she set her hands on my knees, bending over and showing me the top curve of her chest. I tried not to stare, but I failed spectacularly, because duh. “See something you like?” she purred out, bringing her face closer to mine and planting a soft kiss on my lips.

I couldn’t respond, but it didn’t matter much; she already knew the answer.

Straightening out her back, she whirled on her soles, giving me a nice view of her backside. She stepped away a few feet, reaching behind her to unlatch her bra. Within seconds, Zoey tossed it to the side, and it landed near her other abandoned clothes.

My eyes dragged along the curve of her spine, falling to her hips. She turned around, letting me see her top half completely nude, her tits slowly rising and falling with every breath she took. Her nipples had hardened into points, drawing my attention immediately.

If my dick wasn’t already hard, it was definitely hard now. Hard as steel. Harder than that. The hardest thing ever, and I itched to bring Zoey closer, to hold her, to feel that skin against mine, to kiss every inch of that body and shower it with so much affection she wouldn’t be able to use her seductive voice on me again.

I’d never been a very touchy-feely guy. Of course sex was nice, but I never really went for it. I didn’t do hookups. I hardly dated. I wasn’t full of experience in that aspect of my life, but when it came to Zoey… I wanted anything and everything. I wanted all of her, all the time, again and again, my appetite never full.

Zoey licked her lips, thumbs hooking through the sides of her panties, mere seconds from pulling them down. She was like a siren, singing her song through her hips, putting her power on full blast for us poor men. Suddenly, right then, I was very glad Roman didn’t let her dance at the Dollhouse; I didn’t like the thought of anyone else watching her do things like this.

And what she wanted to do to Wyatt… I hated that I wouldn’t be there, that she felt like she had to do what she planned on doing, all to get back at her sister.

I blinked, and Zoey dropped her panties to the carpet, moving them out of her way by hooking her toe in the lacey thing and tossing it aside. She stood there wearing absolutely nothing, and my skin felt hot. I wore way too much clothing for this particular party, but I made no movements to get up and take off my own clothes, knowing Zoey had the lead. She’d tell me what to do… or she’d do it for me. I didn’t care either way. I was more than happy to lay back and let her take charge. If that made me submissive, well, I didn’t really care. Being dominant and all alpha like her other two boyfriends wasn’t my thing.

All I cared about was loving her.

She went to straddle me on the edge of the bed, her legs on either side of me, her ass on my lap. Zoey draped her arms around my neck, her chest level with my face, and she swayed her hips, grinding down on me.

I let out a low groan, unable to help myself. My hands went to her hips, fingers brushing against her bare skin, taking in how soft she was. I always forgot how soft her skin was. So smooth, unblemished. Even where her tattoo was.

Zoey kissed my forehead, tilting up my head to hers, and then she kissed the tip of my nose, working her way down to my mouth. When her lips found mine, all logical thoughts vanished from my head. The kiss took over everything inside me, making my heart thud wildly against my chest, the blood in my veins searing and the dick between my legs throb with need.

No one brought it out of me like Zoey, and I hated that after today, I wouldn’t see her for another long while. It totally sucked.

Her tongue ran over my bottom lip, and the next second she pushed it through, grazing it with mine. Her touch was electric, our mouths in sync, her hips still grinding down on mine and making my lower half go nuts. I didn’t know whether I’d ever been delirious with desire, but I’d say in that moment, I definitely was.

No, wait. I guess there was that one time, when Zoey had gotten me to agree to put on a show for Roman, and Carter joined in after a while… yeah, there were no other explanations for that. It’s why I tried not to think about that night. You know. Kind of embarrassing. Kind of weird.

Although in the moment, it had felt pretty dang good.

After she’d gotten a good, long taste of me, Zoey pulled her mouth off mine, panting. She ran her hands up and down my chest once before pushing me back. My legs still hung off the side of the bed, but she didn’t seem to care, and so I didn’t. Wherever she wanted me would be wherever I would be.

Zoey straddled me, moving her hands beneath my shirt, bare hands on me. I closed my eyes, reveling in the sensation of her touch. I never, ever wanted this moment to end. She brought my shirt up to my neck, and I had to lift my head up and move my arms so she could get it off me, and once she did, she tossed it behind her.

Mouth coming down to my neck, she kissed me again, sugary sweet, her hips still rocking along me and making my balls ache. God, I couldn’t wait to be inside her, to feel her, to have her body on top of mine, setting the pace.

“What do you want, Lake?” Zoey’s voice murmured into my ear. She nibbled my earlobe as she waited for my response, and she had to have some idea of what I desired most; she just wanted me to say it, wanted to hear it.

“I… I want…” It was as if I couldn’t get out a full sentence, like my words kept getting caught in the back of my throat. When she went to suck on my neck, hard enough to give me a hickey, a love mark that would last well into next week before it healed, I couldn’t say anything.

“Do you want me to ride you until you come? Do you want me to take your cock in my mouth and swallow every last bit of cum in you?” Zoey whispered against my neck, putting even more pressure on my lower half when she began to talk dirty. I wasn’t the kind of person that talked dirty myself, but hearing her say those things… yeah, I think I liked it. “Tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll do it.”

My mouth was open, and I planned on saying something—or trying to, anyway—but right then the bedroom door creaked open, and a certain grumpy guy poked his head through. “Just fuck him already, will you?” Carter’s gruff voice was coupled with a rolling of his eyes; a typical Carter expression.

Zoey’s pink head whipped around, and the smile on her face turned into something different. Something slyer, something much more mischievous. Those pretty blue eyes returned to me, and somehow I knew what she’d say before she said it.

“Do you want another person on this bed with us,” she suggested, “and you’re too nervous to say something?” She couldn’t wipe the smug smile off her face, like she thought she’d discovered my deepest, darkest secret.

She didn’t, though. I didn’t—and my mouth dropped open to tell her that, but Carter took the initiative: he walked into the room, leaving the door wide open to the hall. Probably on purpose, so Roman could come in should he walk by and hear us. He must’ve been listening to us for a while, for the space between his legs held a bulge in his pants.

“And what makes you think I’m up for sharing you with Lake again?” Carter grunted out, a frown on his face. His attention was on Zoey, on her naked body and the seductive curve of her back. Zoey gave him a look, and he shrugged, as if he didn’t about how ridiculous that last statement of his was.

Because it was. Anyone with eyes could see he was more than ready to go. It wasn’t like I hung out with him or knew him well, but from what little I knew about Carter, he was always ready for sex. His dick was probably constantly erect, for goodness sake.

Zoey turned her sparkling eyes back to me, waiting for me to say something, waiting to hear me either give an affirmative or a negative. The go-ahead or a denial. I knew, if she had her way, she’d be with all of us at the same time often. She liked being the center of attention, all eyes, hands, and dicks on her.

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