Page 7 of A Night of Indulgence and Sloth
Footsteps approach, accompanied by soft-spoken curses. “She’s delectable.” The new voice isn’t as deep as Wes’s, sounding more carefree but just as arousing. Seriously, Lily? You don’t even know who he is or what he looks like, but you’re attracted to his voice? Who the hell are you?
“My colleague, Fitz, and I will take excellent care of you tonight, Petal.”
Suddenly, there’s another set of hands on me, roaming over my back with what feels like warm oil. They sit on the bed on either side of me, each working an arm and a shoulder until they share my back. I lay there, completely at their mercy and surprised to find that I’m loving every minute of their attention. Long fingers trace the feather tattoo along my spine, sketching each intricate line with a tenderness I’ve never experienced before. My heart clenches deep inside my chest with the realization that these two complete strangers fill a hole inside of me that I never even knew existed.
Four hands massage my limbs, spreading the oil around and coating my entire backside with it. It’s relaxing enough that I know if I wasn’t so fucking turned on, I could probably fall asleep beneath their soft strokes.
That is, until they move to my thighs. Hands roam up my inner thighs as my core floods with the idea that they’ll finally touch me, only for them to stop and head back down my legs. Again and again, they tease me until I’m practically panting.
I’m seconds away from mustering the nerve to ask for more when it happens. Fingers graze against my pussy, and I gasp. When they trail back down my leg, another set of fingers brush against my core instead.
With how wet I am, I know they must be coated with proof of how turned on I am. Hell, I’ve probably made a damn puddle onthe sheets beneath me, but I’m too strung out to care. My only concern is getting off.
Both of their hands leave me at once, and I whimper.
Wes chuckles while Fitz says, “Such a greedy little thing.”
Their hands return, shifting me until I’m flat on my back. I try to breathe normally but it comes out ragged, as if I’ve run a marathon instead of just laying here, kept on the brink of bliss.
More oil gets spread over my limbs, but they’re careful not to touch the places that I want them to. They only tease, acting as if they’ll touch my breasts only to shift at the last second and go around.
Desire turns into frustration until, finally, it happens all at once. Both Wes and Fitz glide a hand over my breasts, squeezing and tweaking my nipples at the same time. Their other hands move lower, down my stomach and thighs before they each pull a leg out toward them until I’m exposed. Each palm trails up the inside of my thigh while they continue to play with my nipples.
Inside, I’m screaming, begging them to let me fall off the edge they’ve kept me on for so long. As if hearing my thoughts, they don’t stop. Sensations roll through me until I can’t tell whose fingers are on my clit and whose are inside of me, but I don’t even care.
I’ve been coiled so fucking tight for far too long, and now it crashes over me like a storm. I cry out, my chest arching off the bed as lights spark behind my eyes. On and on my orgasm flows, unending and ever growing.
As it fades, their hands slip from my body. My own lay limp by my side, and all I want to do is rip this goddamn blindfold off so I can see them. I want to touch them and return the favor.
Before I can panic that they’ve left me, the end of the bed dips as someone sits there and spreads my legs further apart. Something wraps around my ankles, a soft click echoing around me.
“What’s that?” I ask, my throat dry.
“We’re just keeping your legs out of the way, Petal,” Wes says, gripping the back of my neck and lifting me up so that I can drink the water he’s brought. It’s cool on my tongue, soothing an ache I didn’t realize I had.
After a few healthy swallows, he retreats once more.
My legs are spread wide, bound by the built-in shackles on the bed. Instead of inciting fear, it excites me. A feeling I never thought I’d experience around sex again.
And the night has just begun.
Kaleb
How in the fuck am I supposed to work with this beauty on Monday morning now that I know just how sensitive her body is? It’ll be torture. Though Aiden has it much worse. He might have given her a shortened version of his middle name, Wesley, but there was no way she wouldn’t recognize him at the office. At least for me, it wasn’t likely that she’d figure out the man named Fitz is only an abbreviation of my last name, Fitzgerald, without having seen my face. That’s the hope anyway. The plan had always been to keep our identities hidden, but Aiden got a little too excited.
That was an issue for tomorrow. Today, my only focus was her.
Her small mews of pleasure are music to my ears, and I’m desperate to take off her blindfold. I wanted to watch her eyes light up while in the throes of bliss, but I also wanted her to see just how much I enjoyed bringing her there.
Aiden lay between her bound and spread legs, focusing on her pretty pussy with a look of hunger written on his face. She’s been soaked for us all night; her tangy scent hanging in the airand making my mouth water. But I’d have my chance to taste her soon.
“I promised earlier that I’d get to taste you, Petal. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she whimpers, her hips rising slightly from the bed.
“Good girl.”
Knowing Aiden, he has no intention of tasting her anytime soon. At least, not while she expects it. He’ll toy with her until she’s putty in his hands, and then he’ll claim her orgasm. Probably multiple, if the past is any indication.
