Page 3 of Luxe

“Well, until you can use your words,” I challenged, “you’re not ready.” Slowly, I lowered my hand and continued teasing her soft skin. My fingers dipped under the elastic hem of her short, black skirt. “How wet are you tonight?”

For the first time since our friendship began, I pushed my own boundaries and was ready to give her what we had both been wanting for so long. My middle finger slid into her slit and strummed up and down. She moved her hips in response, trying to coax my fingers inside her. But I wasn’t finished teasing her yet. I wanted her to beg for release.

I massaged her clit in a circular motion, savoring the wetness that coated my fingers. Unable to resist, I brought them to my lips and tasted her, breathing in her intoxicating scent. Shewatched me with wide eyes, her lip caught between her teeth. My gaze flicked to her mouth, and I couldn’t hold back from kissing her any longer.

With my finger still under her chin, I leaned in closer and brushed my lips against hers, reveling in their softness. I slid my fingers into her hair behind her head and pulled her toward me, placing a small kiss on her lips.

“Touch yourself,” I commanded in a low voice, “but no cumming.”

Obediently, she lowered her hand into the top of her skirt.

“Do you want to show them while you do it?”

There was a moment of hesitation before a mischievous grin spread across her face. She pulled her hand out of her skirt and lifted it to reveal her exposed pussy. With my eyes fixed on her for a moment, she began stroking herself.

I deepened our kiss, sliding my tongue into her lips as she melted into me. Taking control, I explored every inch of her mouth while she moaned softly. With one hand still holding onto the back of her head, I used the other to pull down her silky black top, exposing her breasts for everyone in the room to see.

I massaged her delicate flesh, pulling her tongue into my mouth to suck it. Her moans grew louder, her hips moving faster before I broke our heated kiss.

“Tell me what you’re feeling,” I muttered against her ear.

“I… I feel so close.”

“Tell me what you want,” I commanded.

“I want to… I want you to finger me and give me my first orgasm in front of… them.”

Smiling, I was almost proud of her, but there was still so much I wanted her to say. So much I knew sheneededto say. She was teetering on the ledge of opening up and finding herself. I was just present to guide her. It was up to her to fall off the edgeand I’d be there to catch her, leading her through it all along the way.

“I know you have even dirtier thoughts than that,” I teased. “Just look around you. What exactly do you crave?”

“I want... no. Ineed,” she whimpered as she picked up the pace of rubbing herself, “for you to fuck me with your fingers in front of everyone in this room, making me cum hard, just for you.”

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COMMUNICATE

ROXY

I’d worked around it for a while now, but I’d never fully gotten up the nerve to talk dirty. Sometimes, my brain was screaming for me to erupt from the shy shell I’d been living in for years. Until Nico came along, I hadn’t had a reason to. Gaining the courage to use my words was all the push I needed.

As soon as the sentence left my mouth, his finger slipped inside me. A soft whimper escaped my lips, but I tried to hold back. He withdrew his digit, rubbing my clit before sliding two back inside me, causing my body to arch and my moans to grow louder.

“Your pussy is so soft and tight,” he rumbled in my ear. “Look across the room. You’re being watched.”

My gaze flickered to a couple in the corner fucking. The man had the woman bent over an armchair, thrusting into her from behind. Her mouth was open as she moaned, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Suddenly, he gripped her hair and pulled her head back for a better view. She continued to watch while Nico’s fingers worked their magic on me.

He rolled my nipple between his fingers as he pressed his lips against my neck. “Tell me how it feels.”

Knowing he wanted me to be detailed, I squeezed my eyes shut and focused on the sensations coursing through my body. “It turns me on to know I’m turning you on. Watching them have sex and knowing they’re watching us too, gets me off. I want to suck your cock in front of all of them.” My cheeks flushed hot, and I froze, realizing what I had just said. I turned my head toward him, ready to apologize, but he stopped me.

“How many cocks have you sucked before?”

His question caught me off guard. I’d only slept with my boyfriend twice when I was seventeen, but we broke up a week later. We didn’t do any foreplay besides kissing, and maybe two and a half minutes of fingering before he almost came in his pants and wanted to finish quickly. Besides using toys alone or my own fingers, I never got taken care of properly, and ended up losing my virginity to an idiot who had no control or stamina. My toys fucked me better than him.

“None,” I confessed.

His eyes drifted down to my lips as he stopped his fingers. “None?”

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