Page 44 of Allure
It had been too long since they shared a woman. Too long since Marco indulged in playing with a woman’s pleasure like this. It made him lightheaded, drunk on the way he knew Syra would climax no matter how Asli took her, no matter how Marco sat back and watched them.
Asli stopped directly in front of them, his gaze glued between Syra’s legs. He licked his lips, and Marco knew he was already imagining what she would taste like on his tongue. Asli was a man of many pleasures, and one of them had been pussy—teasing it, fucking it, and his favorite, tasting it. His hands fisted at his side—his restraint barely holding on.
“Look at him, estrellita. He’s waiting for you…waiting for the okay to fall to his knees and worship you. He wants to whisper sonnets against your pussy. He wants to hear how you sound when you’re close to your climax.” He trailed kisses against her neck, up her jaw, and toward her ear. He nipped at her, letting the tension between the three of them grow so it was almost unbearable to breathe.
“Do you want him to taste you, estrellita? Do you want Asli on his knees for you?” He taunted, wondering if she would give in to what she wanted or put a stop to this.
Marco brought her fingers to his lips, running his tongue along her index finger. He hummed as soon as her unique flavor hit his tongue. He wanted to go back for seconds—wanted to walk around the seat and get on his knees and consume his favorite meal, but it wasn’t time for that yet. Instead, he beckoned his best friend forward and held out Syra’s wet fingers—an offering, a tease on its own.
Asli’s lips pulled up into a smirk that made him look like Sin should have been his first name. He leaned forward making sure he never took his eyes off Syra and let his tongue taste the mess she made on her fingers. Her body froze except for the rapid rise and fall of her chest when Asli’s lips wrapped around both fingers. A low grumble ripped through his throat, and Marco dropped his grip on Syra’s wrist, smiling when she kept her fingers in his mouth.
“You can ask for what you want here,” Marco lowered his voice. He watched Asli wrap his big hands around her tiny wrist, before pulling her fingers out of his mouth and guiding her hand back between her legs.
The smart thing to do would be to end this, to keep this night about Sirens and not about the three of them coming together. The businessman Marco prided himself on being knew they should end this now, walk out of this room like Syra wasn’t playing with herself and Asli wasn’t ready to snap. But the man Marco always succumbed to in the presence of Syra had taken the reins the second he saw her walk through Orchard Tree’s doors. That man wanted Syra wild in her passion and pleasure. He wanted to see her come alive under his touch and the knowledge that Asli was watching. It was fucked up, but he was no longer thinking of much beyond this moment between the three of them.
Syra turned her head, her gaze colliding with his. “I don’t know, Marco,” she whispered to him. He could see something close to confusion spark behind her eyes.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. You can call your safe words and we will walk out of this room. You don’t have to prove anything to either of us.” As much as Marco wanted this, Syra’s safety and feelings were more important.
“I know. It’s not that. It’s just,” she swallowed before she glanced back at Asli who had taken a couple of steps back to give them some semblance of space, “is it wrong to want both of you, given our history?”
Marco’s knees buckled, and he let out a curse that turned into a laugh under his breath. He hadn’t expected her to come out and say it even though he wanted her to. But hearing that she wanted both of them leave her lips nearly knocked him on his ass.
She will always bring me to my knees, won’t she?
“You know my history with him. What we’ve done and how we’ve shared women. Even if you didn’t, it’s okay to want what you want. We’re all adults here, and Asli wouldn’t have walked over here if a part of him didn’t want you.” He cupped her face, getting lost in the way her eyes seemed to shine through the mask. His star—his constellation in the night sky guiding him.
“Estrellita,” he murmured. “Let’s not worry about the past or what happens tomorrow. We have tonight, and tonight…,” he dropped his hold on her and turned her back to face Asli who had moved forward again, his eyes still full of lust and desire, “tonight you don’t shy away from what you want to experience. Tell him, Syra.”
Marco gripped her neck and then let his hand slide down the middle of her chest. He let his hand continue its downward crawl before stopping where her dress was bunched up around her waist. “Tell us what it is you want, estrellita, and we will give it to you.”
The tension in the room had grown to an oppressive level. Asli hadn’t truly tasted Syra yet. That small glimpse on her finger wasn’t nearly enough, but she was teasing all his senses. He was salivating for her as he waited for the moment she would decide to give voice to what she wanted or put an end to this sensual game the three of them were playing. While Asli knew Monica and Layla would easily welcome him back, his attention would be on Syra the rest of the night no matter which way this went because he wanted her.
Asli could see how wet she was getting, and his cock grew harder the longer he stood in front of her watching the flush creep across her body as Marco whispered in her ear. It was a heady mix that went straight to his balls. He fisted his hands to keep from touching himself—he could feel his own climax dancing across the base of his spine. He knew he could cum just by watching Syra pleasure herself.
“Tell us what it is you want, estrellita, and we will give it to you.” Marco uttered the words, and a silence stretched between the three of them.
Asli waited, wondering if she would jump over that line she tried to draw between them. He could see something close to indecision flash in her eyes, and Asli tried to will the blood flow back up toward his brain in the event tonight ended with him and his hand or a cold shower.
“I want…,” Syra started, and Asli’s pulse pounded so loud he could barely hear her. Her legs spread open wider, giving him the perfect view of her wet cunt. Saliva built in his mouth—he was becoming almost desperate for a full taste of her.
“Tell him, estrellita. Ask for what you want.” Marco’s words came out in a growl, and Asli could hear the ropes snapping on their control.
He held his breath and tried to slow his heart rate down, but it spiked when he watched her hand slip between her legs and part her pussy for him. “I want Asli on his knees, fucking me with his tongue.”
His body moved before he thought about it. Her words pulled him in like a siren’s song. He dropped to his knees, and she moved her hands, gripping the armrests while he gripped her legs, pulling her farther down on the chair. Asli kept his eyes glued to her slickness, and she squirmed under his gaze.
“Shh, little star. I just want to savor this moment. Look at how wet we made you.” Asli leaned in, running his lips against her thighs before pulling back again. “Have you been like this since the car ride? Or was this all from the show and Marco’s whispered words in your ear?”
“Oh God,” Syra whimpered when he blew a soft breath against her sensitive flesh.
Aslitsked. “What did I tell you the last time you called out God’s name?”
Syra’s eyes widened when Marco wrapped his hand around her throat again. “Didn’t Asli tell you God doesn’t dwell here?” His voice was harsh.
Asli reached for Syra’s hand, guiding it back between her legs.
“You will find no God, no saints or saviors here, estrellita,” Marco grunted as he watched Asli use Syra’s hand to cup her sex.
