Page 32 of Room One Hundred and Nineteen: Watching Her

I was done waiting.

I sat back down on my chair and crooked my finger for her to come to me. And Elena didn’t hesitate. Her hips swayed a little more than usual. Without having to instruct her, she took a seat on my lap, facing the guys. They sat up, and Miles even pulled at his tie. Shit, I was shocked as hell we’d kept the monkey suits on as long as we did.

“Ass on my lap, facing them. Lift your legs, on the outside of my thighs,” I ordered.

I had no idea what I had done in my life to deserve this beautiful creature to do my bidding, but there she was, doing as I asked. Trusting me and my best friends not to take advantage and not take things too far. Humbling us because we knew shereally believed in us. Elena had faith in us to stop if she needed us to.

Her ass brushed against the hard ridge of my cock that bulged the front of my dress pants, and I wished like hell I’d taken every fucking stitch of clothing off my body. The need to feel her skin to skin was so damn overwhelming my breathing came out in pants. But the temptation would have been too great. The small barriers between us would be what got us from the appetizer we were about to start with all the way to the main course.

“Good girl,” I whispered into the shell of her ear. Once she was where I needed her, my hands had free reign of her body.

And I didn’t hesitate to explore.

“Jesus Christ,” I hissed. “Look at you. So damn soft.” I grunted. My open-palmed hold on her torso stroked up and down. Enjoying the way her body reacted to my touch.

“I knew you would be soft. I told them your skin would feel like silk, and they agreed,” I rasped.

I wasn’t usually a talker.

Miles and Josh were the ones who typically had a filthy mouth. But she brought it out in me, like my soul knew she needed the words and encouragement. “Fuck me, this is softer than that,” I rasped. Elena gifted me by tipping her head back and resting it on my shoulder.

I cupped her breasts, taking their weight before squeezing lightly and letting my hands move down to her little belly then to her thighs. “Jesus, you guys should feel how soft she is,” I groaned. I couldn’t get over it. I could only imagine what it would feel like being skin to skin with her.

In the back of my mind, I heard Josh and Miles growl, but I didn’t spare them a look. I could only imagine the scene in front of them. The sight she was while I touched and roamed her fleshwith my dark, ink-covered hands. They didn’t stop exploring her body.

Not when she started to squirm, lining her pretty little satin- and lace-covered pussy up with my cock. I throbbed under her, but I kept teasing her sweet body. Not even when she started to writhe and whimper my name like a prayer, smearing her sweet feminine honey on my lap, did I stop. My hand moved between her legs, and even though I could feel her dewy heat on my lap, feeling it directly from the source was so much better. “Look at you, baby, so wet and needy for us.”

“Rick,” she gasped. I’d never loved the sound of my name more.

My middle finger hooked around the barely-there material of her thong and pulled it up against her clit, making her moan. “You like that, El? You like me teasing and squeezing this pretty little kitty?” Her back arched, pressing herself closer to me.

Rick!” she hissed, then she whimpered when I let it go. With both hands, I pulled and snapped the material, and her hands covered my wrists as she held on.

“Open wide, gorgeous. Show them what’s ours. Show them that pretty pussy I’m going to play with soon,” I demanded, my words clipped and desperate.

I felt her and then heard my best friends hiss with delight.

“Shit. Fucking hell, Rick,” Miles groaned.

“She’s wet,” I roughly shared even though I knew they could see it for themselves.

“She’s dripping,” Josh rasped. I felt her nod against my shoulder. Her ass ground against me.

“Rick, please.”

“What, gorgeous? What do you need?”

“Touch me.” She panted.

I was a fucking bastard.

I liked the idea of her begging.

Of my best friends watching, helpless to give me a hand because we’d agreed on this.

“I am touching you,” I taunted, and she whimpered.

“More. Please!” she strained through her teeth. My nose brushed against her jaw. “More. I need more.”

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