Page 31 of Room One Hundred and Nineteen: Watching Her

Josh and Miles moved to their own chairs and sat back with their legs open wide. My attention moved back to the woman on my lap. I still couldn’t believe my eyes. Elena was beautiful all the time. Even when she was sick as a dog, pushing through to get to the end of her shift, exhausted and blotchy, she took my breath away.

But tonight? Dressed up from head to toe in things that we chose for her, in clothes that fit her beautiful body just right and gave the three of us an idea of the curves that lay beneath the oversized scrubs she wore?Goddamn.

“Color.” Her eyes hooded slightly before they fluttered shut. She looked like a perfect little doll. One we were going to watch and play with until she begged us to stop.And maybe even after that,a dark voice whispered in my ear. My cock jerked forward.

“Green,” she rasped, and I nodded.

“That’s my girl.” My fingers skimmed the delicate hem of the slotted dress. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Elena. You look incredible. We’ve never seen you like this.”

My hand stroked the top of her thigh, and she opened just a little wider for me. I was teasing her, and when her eyes opened, I knew she knew what I was up to. Keeping her on a slight edge, needing just a little more.

“I’ve never seen you three like this either,” she whispered, and my brow rose. “In suits. All dressed up.” Jesus, how was this possible? I wanted to tell her this was only the beginning, but I knew if I did, I would freak her out. Elena took liberties; her hand boldly moved up and touched my freshly trimmed beard. “You got it cut.”

“We went to the barber,” I shared, and a small growl escaped from between my lips as her fingers stroked my jaw a little firmer.Fuck, it feels good.She glanced at the guys watching us.

“For me?” She sounded genuinely surprised. She had no idea of the lengths we would go to for her. My hand rose higher, and she gasped as my fingers made their way toward the inside of her silky toned thigh.

“One day, that won’t surprise you.” The words slipped out on accident.

“You talk like…” She swallowed and leaned forward, resting her forehead on mine. It wasn’t lost on me she was tryingto distract me. I’d been an idiot and turned a corner on the conversation, one that was a little too serious for her. And I was going to let her.

“You feel good on my lap, baby. We’re going to start nice and easy, okay?”

“Okay,” she breathed.

“You’re going to stay sitting on my lap. Miles and Josh are going to watch.”

“Watch me sit here?” It was clear she was confused, and I smirked.

“Yeah. We’re going to start nice and easy. Stand up for a moment.”

“Stand?” I nodded and waited. I didn’t need to ask her again. A moment later, she rose, facing me. I stood, too.

“This dress is incredible on you.” I swallowed. “But they wanna watch, and I wanna touch you.”

“Oh?” Her lips turned into a pretty, little O.

“You know what to do, baby. You know what they need you to do next,” I coaxed, letting her take this however fast or slow she wanted. She could have done a million different things. She could have led us to a different chair or even to the bed.

But our girl pulled the thick straps of her dress down. One at a time. And then she pulled the dress down her torso.

Giving us the show of a lifetime.

With every inch of golden tanned skin she exposed, my heart rate picked up. Faster and faster until the discarded black dress pooled at her feet. I kneeled down, lifting one leg then the other as I picked up the material. Making sure to rub each ankle while I was down there.

“How do the shoes feel?” I asked. They were white hot on her legs, lifting her cute little ass just that much higher, making her toned legs look even longer. But it wasn’t worth it if they were hurting her.

“Perfect,” she whispered, and I nodded. We’d take them off later. She was going to sit down soon enough. I walked to the center of the space, where we had set up the three chairs. “Rick?”

“Shh.” I stepped back and took in the sight of her. “Turn for us, beautiful. Show us how that pretty, little set fit you.”

Fucking hell.

Elena had looked like a vixen in that sexy-as-fuck black dress. But in the little lingerie set we chose for her? She looked like an angel ready to walk us straight through the Pearly Gates of heaven.

The soft lavender color made her tanned skin stand out. The contrast made my hands ache to touch. The delicate sheer lace and satin covered her just enough but not enough to hide her dark areolas or her taut nipples. My eyes devoured her. When she turned, my eyes dropped to her ass. It was a work of art on its own. The little satiny thong didn’t cover her at all, and if I was right, our girl had shaved everything.

Maybe she did it just for us?a voice whispered, and I had had enough.

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