Page 65 of Third Wheel

The rising arousal, the way they were teasing her, was wildly distracting. She couldn’t focus.

Kincaid had told her theirs. It was only fair that she shared hers, right?

“Cream pie,” she whispered, bringing her hands up to cover her face, which inadvertently trapped Zach’s arm against her breast. She couldn’t look at either of them. Jeremy wouldnever.“That’s… that’s when…”

“Oh, we know what that is,” Zach said, his voice silky smooth as he gave her nipple a hard pinch as a reward. “And we are definitely going to make that fantasy come true.”

To punctuate his words, Kincaid gave her clit a hard rub, making her moan and shudder.

“Very good girl.”

Amy melted.

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Kincaid

Amy was pouting. They didn’t let her orgasm before their dinner came, and it was cute. She was very aroused, which apparently made her stab her food aggressively with a knife as she sent little glares at both him and Zach. But squirming and needy was how he wanted her right now.

Last weekend had been all about giving her as many orgasms as she could handle. Tonight was about making her wait a little bit. Especially because once they got started, he wasn’t going to want to stop. So, they needed to eat first.

As they did, he and Zach had a whole conversation while Amy pouted and squirmed between them, helped along by the little caresses that they were both giving her at random intervals. It was no wonder she was pouty and jumpy. Kincaid smirked every time she glared at him. This was fun.

While Zach submitted to him and was submissive to him, he didn’t have the fun little reactions Amy did. He could tell that Zach was enjoying tormenting her as well. They were part of a team.

As soon as they were done eating, Kincaid pushed their plates to the edge of the table, so their server could easily pick them up. Amy perked up, looking incredibly hopeful. But the show on stage hadn’t started yet, and he was pretty sure Zach was enjoying edging her as much as he was.

“Did you bring anything to decorate our pretty little sub with?” Kincaid asked, knowing perfectly well that Zach had done exactly that.

“Of course.” Zach grinned, reaching into his pocket as Kincaid shrugged off his jacket.

Amy watched him roll up his shirt sleeves, her focus entirely on his forearms and hands, and he couldn’t help but grin. As she watched him, she wasn’t paying attention to Zach bringing out the clover clamps that he’d packed away. They weren’t Kincaid’s preference, but he knew Zach liked them, and apparently, Amy did as well.

“Let’s see these pretty breasts,” Kincaid murmured, reaching for the front of her dress. Amy sat still like a good girl while he and Zach pulled the V-neck of her dress open, revealing the lacy bra beneath. Her pink nipples were already hard, pressing against the black lace. Kincaid paused to pinch and roll the one closest to him, making her give a little moan as the lace rasped over the sensitive bud.

“Very pretty,” Zach said from the other side, pinching her nipple hard and tugging. Amy squirmed between them, and Kincaid grinned as she ended up with one hand on his thigh and the other on Zach’s.

“Now there’s an idea…” He looked up at Zach. Yeah, they were on the same page. It only took them a moment, then Amy was between them, a hand on each cock, squeezing and holding on for dear life as they played with her breasts. She was so consumed by what they were doing, it wasn’t exactly a hand job,but he was much happier with her fingers wrapped around his dick than nothing.

Their server, a club submissive named Grace, appeared at their table, picking up the dishes Kincaid had pushed to the edge.

“Would you like any dessert?” she asked nonchalantly. The servers at Marquis were used to far more risqué behavior than something as simple as two men getting hand jobs while they played with the woman sitting between them.

Amy whimpered.

“Ice cream, please,” Kincaid said, rubbing the scratchy lace against Amy’s nipple as he smiled up at Grace. She nodded, smiling, and moved on, as if she hadn’t seen anything out of the ordinary.

Damn, but he loved kink-safe spaces.

On the other side of Amy, Zach pulled down the lace of her bra, exposing the hard pink nipple completely.

“First clamp, my sweet slut.”

Her eyes closed as he applied it, lips parting as she sucked in a deep breath, her chest lifting as she did so. A high-pitched whine came from the back of her throat, and her fingers tightened around Kincaid’s cock like a death grip, causing him to moan in response. Zach did the same, so he had a feeling his boyfriend was receiving the same treatment.

As she panted, Kincaid pulled down the other side of her bra, hefting her breast in his hand and holding it up for Zach. Their gazes connected over Amy’s gorgeous breasts, Zach looking into Kincaid’s eyes as he put the second clamp on her nipple. She whined again, panting for breath through the pain, as Kincaid and Zach smiled over her.

Amy

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