Page 43 of Allure
Syra’s hand disappeared underneath her short dress. The damn thing had risen to indecent levels as soon as she sat down, and the more her legs fell open on their own, the higher it rose. He could see from over her shoulder that there was no barrier between the material of her dress and her slick heat. The knowledge that she was bare underneath—nothing between him and her soft skin but the flimsy material of her dress—had his palms itching to rip it from her body. He wanted all of her exposed—to show the room the three little stars inked into her hip.
His stars.
He remembered when he saw them six months ago. They’d been a surprise to him; when she had walked out of his life, she had no ink on her skin. But when she stripped for him, exposing her body to his greedy eyes, he felt like she punched him in the chest. He couldn’t breathe, barely held his restraint in check. His estrellita permanently marking her soft skin with the very thing she was to him had floored him as much as it enraged him.
How could she walk away from him and yet put a reminder of him on her skin?
The sound of Syra whimpering pulled his focus back to the here and now. He watched as her legs fell open wider, and he could see her hand moving in fast, quick strokes before slowing down again. She repeated the pattern a few times, causing him to chuckle when he realized what she was doing.
“Why are you teasing yourself, estrellita? Not in any rush to cum?” He nipped at her, causing her to suck in a sharp breath.
His gaze flicked toward Asli. His smile widened when he saw Asli rubbing his cock across Layla’s lips while his gaze was pinned on the hand between Syra’s legs.
“I asked you a question, Syra.” He grabbed her wrists, easily pulling her hand from under her dress. “Why are you teasing yourself?”
She huffed out a breath. Her eyes barely open, but they were on Asli, Layla, and Monica. “Because you didn’t tell me I could cum.” Her words were so low he almost missed them.
The fact that she remembered and was still willing to play by the same rules they had when they were together shouldn’t have made him happy. It shouldn’t have made him kiss under her ear, down her neck, and back up, whispering his praise for her as he went. It shouldn’t have filled him with pride and wanting to reward her, but it did. He guided her hand back between her legs, urging her to continue to stroke herself.
“Perfecto, estrellita.” He kept his voice low, worried that what he was feeling would bleed through his words.
Monica moved, crawling up Layla’s body, kissing and sucking on every inch of skin she could get her lips on. Marco and Syra both watched—him encouraging her to keep her eyes open and on them. Monica’s leg settled in between Layla’s causing her to gasp, and it let Asli slip his cock past her waiting lips. Both Monica and Layla took turns teasing Asli but never completely taking him into their mouths.
It made Marco bite back a laugh. These performances usually went on a lot longer than this before Asli was whipping out his cock. He had to have been just as turned on by Syra as she was by him, and that made his own cock twitch. He licked his lips. A slow desperation crawled up his spine with a need to have Asli here with them so he could taste Syra and draw all those sweet sounds out of her Marco loved to hear.
Syra’s whimpers grew louder just as her breathing increased. She dropped her head back twice, and Marco was there to lift her back up. “It’s rude not to watch. Keep your eyes open and on them.” His voice had grown thick; he wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take himself.
“I’m trying,” she groaned. “It’s not…I need….” Syra’s hips jerked forward. “Marco, I need….” Her words broke in a low moan that had him dropping his head against her shoulder.
The way she said his name always felt like his personal hell because he knew without a doubt he’d give in to whatever she’d ask for. If she asked him for the moon and stars, he’d bring the heavens down to greet her no matter the cost. He was man enough to admit it was one of the reasons he was so angry with her when she left. He had cut a vein open for her and let himself bleed to see her happy.
Marco shook those thoughts from his mind. They were trying to cloud him—make him take a trip down memory lane so he confused past with present, and she had him wrapped around her fingers again.
“What do you need, estrellita?” He groaned when he lifted his head and watched her pleasure herself. The dress had completely risen around her hips—or she had pulled it up to give herself better access—and his mouth watered watching her wet fingers move in and out of her pussy like his cock wanted to do.
Marco looked back at Asli, his gaze heated and glued to Syra even though the head of his cock was now in Layla’s mouth with Monica’s tongue licking his base.
Syra’s head fell back again as a groan tore through her throat. “Look at him, estrellita. Look at the way he fucks Layla’s mouth while he watches you pleasure yourself.” Marco’s hands went to the back of her dress and undid the knot around her neck. “You remember your safe words?” he whispered in her ear, making sure she remembered she could use them at any time.
She nodded. “Ours and the rooms,” she moaned, and the sound made him harder than it should have.
“And what are ours, sweet girl?” Marco whispered against her heated skin.
“Moon to stop and sky to slow down,” she whimpered, and he would never get tired of that sound.
“And you know that you can use your safe words, correct?” After her earlier hesitation, he wanted to be sure she knew she was safe here with him.
“Yes,” she hissed out.
“Good girl.” He let the top of the dress fall down to her stomach. The cool air hit her breasts, puckering her nipples. His hands immediately cupped her breasts, teasing her.
“Don’t be afraid to use them if you want to put a stop to anything.” He kissed her cheek before his gaze found Asli again. He was almost brutal with his hip thrusts in Layla’s face. Every time he pulled back, Marco could see the saliva attached to his cock, and Marco could feel the precum slip out of his own dick at the sight everyone was creating.
“I think Asli is imagining it’s your lips around his cock, just as you’re imagining it’s his hands on your body, estrellita.” Syra bit her lip but didn’t respond.
Marco reached for her wrist, stalling her movements, and she let out a frustrated grunt. “Answer me, Syra. I know you can climax around your fingers, but will that be enough to keep you satisfied? Will that be enough to ease the ache in your greedy cunt?” Marco nodded toward Asli, and he eased out of Layla, stuffing his cock back in his pants before he stalked toward them.
Marco’s name was a cross between a prayer and a curse when it fell off of Syra’s lips. He sunk his teeth into her shoulder before he licked the bite. “It’s okay to want him. It’s okay to want him to stretch your pretty pussy while you suck on my cock. It’s okay to want more.” Marco’s voice grew hoarser the closer Asli got to them.
