Page 69 of The Dollhouse

If ever there was a sexier room, I couldn’t imagine it. The ambiance here was off the frigging charts, and I could not fight the feeling I had: I wanted to run onto that round bed, drag Lake with me, and put on a show.

“Uh…” Lake was speechless.

I turned my head, spotting Roman sitting in a lounge chair in the corner of the room. He nearly blended in with the chair, its fabric made of a similar black as his suit. Roman glided to his feet, strolling over to us, his dark, penetrating gaze eating me up.

Slowly, I released Lake’s hand, shrugging off my jacket. I met Lake’s eyes, wordlessly urging him to do the same, and Roman offered to take our coats, draping them over his arm as he studied us—mostly me.

“You do look ravishing tonight,” he whispered.

“Thanks,” Lake spoke rather awkwardly, earning himself a glance from Roman.

I coughed. “I don’t think he meant you.”

“Oh…”

Roman smirked, leaving our side to head to the door. He opened it, and Carter must’ve still been right outside, for he handed our coats over. By the time he returned to us, I could tell Lake wanted to bolt. Whether or not he would decide against this was still up in the air; I knew he was doing this for me, but still. I made him promise that if he really didn’t want to do it, he would tell me—we were under no obligation to do anything in front of Roman.

Even if this entire room looked like it was set up just for us, just for tonight.

I wouldn’t put something like that past Roman.

“Well,” Roman spoke, running a hand down the front of his suit. “I’ll let you get to it. If it helps, you can pretend I’m not here.” That last part he spoke to Lake, who, even in the dim light, looked like he was turning cherry red.

As Roman went to his chair in the corner of the room, I took Lake’s hand, slowly leading him to the bed. Before we did anything, I said again, “Are you sure you want to do this?” Consent was basically everything; Roman and Carter always had mine, even if it wasn’t explicit. I liked being used and had every which way, but Lake wasn’t like that, and he never would be.

Lake glanced over his shoulder, staring right at Roman, who now sat in his chair with his legs crossed. He took his time in locking eyes with me, the opposite of eager. “I… no, I’m not sure, but I want to try.”

I ran a hand down his face, giving him a soft smile. “Just keep your eyes on me, then.” I positioned Lake near the bed, my hands starting to take off his clothes. I helped him out of his shirt first, dragging my fingernails down his chest before latching onto his jeans as he slipped himself out of his shoes. When he was naked, I pushed him down on the bed, not hiding the fact that my gaze ate him up. He wasn’t quite hard yet, but I knew once I was as naked as he was, it wouldn’t be too difficult to get it up.

I made more of a show of taking off my clothes, swaying my hips and undulating my body more than was necessary, both for Roman and for Lake. Lake, to his credit, did keep his eyes on me, and the moment I stood beside the bed, baring it all, I saw his cock start to twitch.

There he was.

Crawling on top of him, I kissed him slowly and sweetly, my lips devouring anything he might’ve said. Lake’s hands were slow to grasp my sides, and with every passing second, I felt the swelling of his cock between us.

I broke off our kiss, licking his freshly-shaven jaw, kissing my way to his neck, nuzzling there for a few moments before going lower. My mouth trailed a line down his chest, over his flat stomach, the place where there would be abs if he had a bit more muscle. I set my hands on his inner thighs, forcing them to spread so I could position myself between his legs, right near his cock, which now stood straight, ready for action.

Lake’s gaze was on me, just as I knew Roman’s was, too. I didn’t have to look at either of them to know it, and I swept my hair to one shoulder before lowering myself to that hard rod. My tongue flicked out, drawing along the tip of his dick and causing him to groan.

It wasn’t long before I took his entire length in my mouth; I’d gotten much better at giving head since meeting Roman and Carter, go figure that one.

If I had anything to bet, I’d say Lake’s eyes had slammed shut the moment I began to bob along his cock, sucking the tip with every movement of my head. I had my back arched, my ass on full display. I hoped I was giving Roman a good show, just as I was giving good head to Lake. Pleasing two men at once; it wasn’t something every girl could claim to be good at.

As I bobbed along, I began to massage his balls, and almost immediately, Lake’s hips began to rock beneath me. I thought about pulling myself off, but I figured if I sucked him off, he’d last doubly as long during sex, and the longer the show, the better it would be for Roman. Really, I was thinking of them both.

The body beneath me rocked with a spasm, and Lake let out a low groan as the orgasm washed over him. Hot, salty cum shot into my throat, and I swallowed him down, every last drop. I was measured in lifting my mouth off his cock, running my tongue along its underside and around its tip before licking my lips and helping Lake to shift his body back, towards the middle of the round bed.

This bed would be rocking soon enough.

I glanced toward Roman, finding that his stare was intense, glazed over, full of lust and hunger. Honestly, just a look from him made the space between my legs heat up, my thighs tighten, my lower stomach twist in knots. What could I say? I guess I got off knowing he was getting off watching. It’d been like that from day one, and it showed no signs of slowing down.

My lips roamed Lake’s body again, kissing their way up him as I crawled, positioning myself over his still-hard length. I ground down, rubbing my slit along his cock, putting pressure between us. Lake’s eyelids cracked open just a bit, just enough to see me, to watch me, and I leaned over his face, my pink hair draping around him as my body did all of the work.

Really, I didn’t mind if he laid there and took it. Roman never let me take charge when I was with him; neither did Carter. Lake was the only one of my guys I could be dominant with, and I planned on milking it.

Er, well, milkinghim, I guess I should say.

Lake reached for my head, fingers entwining in my hair as he pulled my face down, kissing me. He did not tell me he wanted to stop; his body showed no signs that he was uncomfortable, even if, when we arrived, he’d been literally the most awkward person I’d ever seen. I continued to grind on his cock, eliciting moans straight from his throat into mine.

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