Page 39 of Allure
He completely ignored Layla’s question and the tightness in his stomach at the thought of sharing Syra with the room. It had been forever since Marco had come to Orchard and since they shared a woman. What once had been second nature to them and their relationship had become a thing in the past because Marco’s heart had belonged to the little star. He buried his heartbroken self into his business, but now that she was back it opened up the doors for them again—one Asli was a little surprised he left open for him.
“Ahh, I get it now,” Layla’s voice broke as soon as Asli’s hands went to her shoulders, massaging the oil into her skin.
“What was that, Layla?” he taunted. He could hear Monica’s light laughter as she watched them from her seat in front of the table. They’d played together so often it usually ended in fits of laughter because Layla enjoyed heckling him, pushing him because she knew it would make him push her.
Layla let out a sigh as he guided her head over toward his left shoulder, massaging her neck and chest. He wanted to split his focus between Layla and Syra and Marco—though if he closed his eyes, he could feel Syra’s eyes on him. The touch was soft and curious, just as it had been six months ago. He felt her watching him through Marco’s living room window. He felt her eyes touch every inch of his skin, and they weren’t even in the same room together. It was crazy—intoxicating.
He enjoyed having sex in front of people and watching other people have sex but that night? It felt different. It felt new and familiar at the same time. Asli was sure it had to do with Marco sharing that part of their relationship again and his lingering feelings for Syra, but something shifted that night tethering the three of them together.
Asli brought his hand toward the top of the black sheet. “You remember your safe words, Layla?” he questioned once again. They’d gone over the game plan for tonight and what Layla’s and Monica’s green lights and hard limits were. While Asli knew these women and considered them good friends, it was always good to check in prior to performing with them in case something had changed.
“Yes, but don’t change the subject.” She sucked in a sharp breath when Asli dropped the sheet, exposing her full breasts to the room. Her nipples were pierced—a new addition since the last time they played together—and he gently tugged on them, chuckling when she let out a low moan.
His gaze flashed toward Syra. Her eyes were glued to his hands, following the flow of his touch against Layla’s skin. Each time he gently tugged at her nipples, she’d moan and Syra would squirm in her seat. He watched as one of her hands fell into her lap, her legs slightly parting, giving him a barely-there glimpse of what he was almost salivating to taste.
Would she touch herself like she did that night?
Would she get off on knowing he was watching her?
“You want her.” Layla’s voice was barely audible above her small whimpers. “You may be touching me, but it’s her on this table you’re imagining.” Her words plus Syra’s eyes on him wrapped around his already hard cock, making it twitch behind his pants.
He nipped at Layla’s skin, giving his mouth something to do other than confirming or denying what she was saying.
Her laughter slipped down his back. “It’s okay, Asli.” She grabbed one of his hands, pulling it up her body and settling against her throat. “Show her,” she whispered, pushing her lush body back into his.
“Layla,” he warned just as Monica started to stand. The two women had been friends almost as long as he and Marco. He could tell they were reading each other, getting ready to shift the energy in the room and this performance.
Monica leaned forward, pulling the rest of the black sheet off of Layla’s body. “Show her how good you are with your hands, Asli,” Layla teased, grabbing his other hand and sliding it down her body to cup her sex. “She’ll want you just as much as you want her.”
Syra’s breath was caught in her throat. Between her admission to Marco and watching Asli with Layla, her body, mind, and heart were torn in three separate directions. She wasn’t sure which one would win out or if they’d ever get on the same page. She knew she was tired of fighting against herself when it came to Marco. It was almost impossible—especially in a setting like this—to keep the boundaries she set up. Heat still scorched her in the places he touched her and added to that were Asli’s eyes on her. She was burning from the inside out—going up in flames—and it felt better to embrace the heat than try and fight it. The end result would be the same. She’d be left in a pile of ash.
She felt Marco stir behind her. He pulled away after her admission, but she was still acutely aware of his presence behind her. She wasn’t sure why he opted not to sit in the empty chair next to her, but she wished he had so she could get a read on him. He was a looming presence, building her anticipation and causing her skin to vibrate. She shifted in her seat again when she watched the way Asli touched Layla. One hand gripped around her neck while the other sat between her legs, coaxing sweet sounds out of her that echoed in the room, hitting Syra in between her legs.
A whimper fell from her lips when Monica pushed Layla’s legs further apart on the table. She leaned forward running her tongue across Layla’s nipples, making her moan, and Syra’s head fell back against the chair she was in. Her eyes fell closed, her mind easily showing her in Layla’s position, and she felt her own legs open on their own, silently begging for something—someone—to touch her the way Layla was being touched.
“Girate, Syra. You’re missing the show.” Marco’s gruff timbre made goosebumps break out across her body. He gently nudged her head back up so she could watch the trio touch Layla with such care and sensuality she was a little envious of her.
“Asli is quite clever with his hands, don’t you think?” She could barely think let alone talk. She thought she nodded but wasn’t sure as Layla’s whimpers increased the faster Asli’s hand worked in between her legs. He pulled his hand away, offering it up to Monica, letting her taste Layla’s arousal, and Syra sucked in a sharp breath. She could feel herself growing wetter—her own arousal slicking the inside of her thighs, and her palms itched to ease the ache the man behind her and his best friend were causing.
Why was this turning her on like this?
She held her breath, watching as Monica sat back in her chair and Asli guided Layla face down on the table. He ran his hands down her back before he let his palm connect with both her ass cheeks in rapid succession, causing Layla to gasp and push her ass back into him, seeking more of his touch.
A groan fell from Syra’s lips as if it was her on the table, ass turning red from Asli’s palms.
“Are you okay, estrellita?” Marco grabbed her hair, putting it over her shoulder so he could bring his lips closer to her ear. “Syra,” he stretched out her name, making it sound like a delicacy meant to be savored. His breath against her skin did nothing to cool her body down—if anything, it only ignited the flames higher. “Are you enjoying the way Asli touches her?”
She gave a slight nod, nibbling on her bottom lip as she watched Asli run his hands up and down Layla’s legs, coating her skin in more of the slick oil. Each time he brought his hands up her thighs, he’d smack her ass and she would suck in a sharp breath. It made Syra squirm in her seat, feeling the ache between her thighs grow until she was ready to beg for a release.
She felt Marco’s touch against her neck, and she leaned into the touch. “How much are you enjoying this?” His dark chuckle made her legs tremble. “Is it making you wet, watching what he’s doing to her?”
She couldn’t answer, didn’t want to give voice to how both these men were making her feel.
He reached around her, grabbing her right wrist. She sucked in a sharp breath the second his hands were on her. “No answer, estrellita?” he hummed. “You’re so shy now, it almost makes me want to taint you…put you on your hands and knees and turn you into my filthy good girl.”
“Please,” the word fell out of her mouth on its own. Marco’s gruff voice and the words he used made her body take over, ready to plead to be whatever he wanted her to be.
“So pretty when you say please, Syra.” He dropped a kiss toward her rapid pulse. He guided her hand toward her upper thigh, just to where the dress she wore stopped. “Show me, estrellita. Show me how much you’re enjoying Asli touch Layla, and maybe I’ll give you what we both want.”
