Page 39 of Mayhem
Paetyn looked at the cards in his hand, and a part of him wanted to replace all his good cards, but she said she wanted to learn. As tempted as he was to lose on purpose, he knew they could get what they wanted, what she wanted, by winning as well.They’denjoy working her up a bit first.
Paetyn won the hand, and he crooked his finger, beckoning Erin over. She stood up and went around the table, and he grabbed the mini spatula she’d placed in the caramel and used it to draw a trail down her stomach.
He placed it back and put his hands on her waist, rolling the top of her shorts down some. Leaning in, his tongue brushing lower than where the caramel was, Paetyn slowly licked up her stomach. His eyes locked to hers the entire time, and he felt her stomach dip under his tongue. Paetyn honestly didn’t care what the caramel tasted like; he just wanted to taste her, her skin against his tongue.
When he’d removed all the topping, Paetyn placed a final kiss on her stomach. She stared at him a long moment before her attention went to Cruz. Erin moved over to him, and he pulledher to straddle him, pulling a gasp from her. Cruz took some honey and trailed it down her neck. Just as slowly as Paetyn had, he licked up the column of her neck, tongue flicking off the tip of her chin.
Paetyn watched Erin swallow, looking between them, and he wondered if they’d make it to the next hand. After a moment, she got up and went back around the table. Cruz gathered the cards, shuffling before dealing again.
Paetyn barely won the next hand, his high card beating hers by one. Again, he beckoned her over and stood, having her sit where he’d been. This time, Paetyn took the chocolate as he got on his knees, trailing it from the side of her knee to the bottom of her shorts which stop just an inch or two from the apex of her thighs.
Throwing her leg over his shoulder, he pulled her down on the couch slightly. Paetyn enjoyed the way she gasped before a small moan left her as his tongue began to trace up her leg slowly. When he made it to her shorts, Paetyn lingered there, tongue moving in slow circles. He could smell her arousal. It was like an aphrodisiac that washed over him. She was wet for them, and all he had to do was move up a little more.
When she had opened the door for them,andhe took her in, Paetyn knew that she was trying to tease them.
He nipped at the tender flesh of her thigh. Erin moaned a little deeper, and he wanted to hear more; heneeded her to be more vocal. His eyes went over to Cruz, and the other man nodded. It seemed they were on the same page. Slowly, Paetyn lowered her leg from his shoulder.
“Stay there, Angel,” he commanded, standing, and Cruz took his place, tracing chocolate in the position he had along her other leg.
Cruz placed her leg over his shoulder and began his journey upward with his tongue. When he made it to the bottom of hershorts, he sucked the flesh there, causing Erin to moan, biting her bottom lip as she watched him.
When Cruz removed her leg from his shoulder, the tension in the room had quilted into a thick blanket, but that was the entire point. Cruz helped Erin sit up before returning to his spot, and Paetyn took the spot Erin previously occupied.
The next hand, they tied, as Erin had called it, with both having a pair of fours and their high cards being the same. Typically, it would move to the card after that, but it just meant that Paetyn would win, so neither he nor Cruz felt the need to do so.
Cruz dealt the next hand, and Paetyn had nothing but a queen as the high card. If Erin had anything, she would win; honestly, he wanted her to. So, he didn’t trade any cards in, even though he knew he probably could have ended up with a better hand.
When they laid their cards down, Paetyn realized it didn’t matter. He could have gotten better cards to make him a better hand; however, it wouldn’t have beaten the royal flush she laid down. She’d somehow gotten lucky with the three cards she’d traded in. That or Cruz was cheating for her.
“This means I win,” she responded.
“It does.”Paetyn nodded, licking his lower lip.
“So, tell us how you want us,”Cruz added.
Paetyn watched as Erin looked between them. He was sure she didn’t know how she wanted them, who she wanted first, though it didn’t matter to either of them.
“Come here,”Paetyn commanded, and Erin slid off the couch and approached him. He smirked at her when she stopped beside him. “Good girl, Angel, butcumhere,” he told her, running his thumb over his bottom lip, and Cruz chuckled.
“I take that to mean you want to go first,”Cruz stated.
Paetyn thought for a moment. He didn’t miss the slight change in Erin’s breathing or the way she shifted when he called her a good girl. He wanted to see something.
“No, actually, I think I’ll watch first.”Paetyn stood, leaning down to pick Erin up since he’d made her get up for nothing. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and Paetyn went down the hall to her bedroom, Cruz behind him, flipping on the light.
He placed Erin on the bed and stood beside her, Cruz at the end of it. He put his finger under her chin, causing her to look him in the eye.
“You hold all the power. We have no intention of going any further than what you asked for. Tell us to stop, and we will.”
Paetyn figured it was best to keep it simple; stop was a universal word. They’d get into everything else when the time came. He toed his shoes off, climbed on the bed behind her, resting his back against the headboard, and pulled her back into his chest.
Cruz pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the side before joining them on the bed. He grabbed the band of her shorts, pulling them off while Paetyn pulled the string on her shirt, causing it to fall open.
“Damn,”Cruz stated, taking Erin in, and even with Paetyn looking over her shoulder, he had to agree.
Cruz took her in. His eyes raked over her, and he knew it was going to be hell keeping his dick in his pants, but he would because that wasn’t what she’d asked them for.He’dknown the moment she opened the door that she wasn’t wearing any panties, and with what she had on, at some point, he was going to lose some of his control. The sun was still out, they hadn’t done anything but teach her poker for a little over an hour anda half, and he was getting ready to make her pussy his late afternoon snack.
Cruz ran his hands up and down her thighs, enjoying the way she shook slightly, and he hadn’t done anything to her yet. That was a lie; they’d engaged in a little pre-foreplay play in the living room.
