Page 75 of Undone, Love Times Three

I move two fingers in a ‘come here,’ gesture. Her chest rises and falls, then she comes to me.

“Names don’t matter,” I say as she gets nearer.

Waiting to see if she has any problem with that, I let out a breath when she nods in agreement. I’ve only been in this room a half hour at the most before I went down to the bar, but it’s like any other hotel, the bed and closet at the back of the room, the bathroom where you come in.

To my left there is a desk with a chair, and two seats and a small table behind me. Reaching to my left, I grab the chair and pull it out. She watches me in silence, and I scan her face for any sign she’s uncomfortable. When she doesn’t back away, I kick off my shoes and push them under the desk, then take a seat in the chair.

“Take off your panties.”

Her throat works as she swallows but after a few moments, she complies. Transfixed, I watch as her hand slips inside the split inher dress, she spreads it showing me her thighs, lifting it ever so slightly so I get a view of red satin.

Fucking hell. I unzip again, releasing my straining cock from its confines. She takes a moment to move again, but when she does, she does it slowly, hooking her fingers into the band of her panties and slowly teasing them down her thighs.

Before she bends over, I speak again. “Let them fall.”

She straightens and releases them. They drop to her feet. She steps one foot out and is about to lift the other when I tell her to stop. There is something unbelievably sexy about her having red satin panties hanging over one of her black stilettos. I take a mental snapshot.

“Pass them to me.”

For a moment, her jaw clenches as if she is fighting being told what to do. I wait her out. She bends, retrieves the underwear then tosses them so they land on my chest, just beneath my chin. Clasping them, I do something insane, something I’ve never done before. I lift them, and inhale.

“Oh God,” she whispers.

I tuck them into my pocket. If she thinks she is getting them back, she’s wrong.

Standing, I shrug off my jacket and throw it on the bed, then unbutton my shirt. Her eyes greedily take in my skin as I bare it to her. She stares at all of my tattoos, which cover most my chest and abdomen. Her eyes are wide, but not in surprise, she likes what she sees.

Next, I drag out my belt, unzip my pants and drop them to the floor. I step out of them and walk to her, brushing her hair over her shoulder, I lean in and inhale the scent of her skin.

She moans as I kiss her throat and jaw, cupping the back of her head I pull her into another kiss. Her palms land on my chest and she runs them over my nipples, making me jolt. They trail down over my abs, to the waistband of my underwear.

Pausing, she lifts her head and stares straight into my eyes. There is something about her that sets me at ease at the same time she sets my heart racing. Pressing my thumb to the center of her lower lip, I nudge my other hand under the slit of her dress. Smoothing over her thighs, angling in towards her wet heat.

“I’m going to finger fuck you. Is that okay with you?”

“Please,” she breathes.

Then she gasps and grabs my shoulders as I push two fingers inside her.

Us

Hollie

I clutch at his arm and his shoulder as his fingers push inside of me, my mouth falling open on a moan. He wraps an arm around my waist and watches me as he curls his fingers inside.

“You’re perfect,” he says reverently. “So fucking wet. Spread your legs wider baby girl.”

He presses one thigh between my legs when I comply and he uses it to thrust against the back of his hand, pushing up intome higher and harder. My back curves and he leans with me, keeping me upright as his fingers work inside of me.

My thighs clench around his thigh and my pussy squeezes his hand, making him groan. I need more but I don’t want to rush this. My head dips and I watch the ink on his arm ripple as his muscles work, the tendons in his forearms pushing and pulling as his fingers curl and work.

He’s a work of art himself. You would never know under that suit he was wearing, how much ink covers his perfect skin.

I’m so turned on. The only sound in the room is the gasps from me, his heavy breathing and the sound of his fingers moving in and out.

It should be embarrassing but he makes me feel good, like nothing we do in this room is wrong.

“Can you take more?” he asks.

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