When the corset fell and hung from Seth's hand, I watched as her breasts bounced slightly and I couldn't miss seeing the darker color of her hardened nipples through the sheer fabric of her shift.
"Are you wet for us, sweetheart?" Seth asked.
Maddie turned sideways so she could see both of us, but stayed in the space between my knees. She bit her lip and I knew she was. She was as affected as we were.
I patted my bare thigh. "Put your foot up here. Let's get your boots off."
Turning her head, she glanced at me, then complied, one of her hands going to my shoulder for balance.
I undid the laces on her half boot, then worked it off, dropped it to the floor. I tugged at the little ribbon at the top of her stocking, slid it down her leg, my fingers stroking over her silky skin as I went. Behind her, Seth was stripping off his clothes. She lowered her foot to the ground, put the other one up. This time, when her boot and stocking were off, I held onto her ankle, kept her leg up and bent.
"Landon," she breathed, tugging her foot and discovering she would not be able to put it down. Not until I was ready for her to do so.
Her shift had ridden up on her thigh, but I couldn't see beneath. She had no idea how much of a temptress she was.
Seth moved to stand directly behind her, reaching around again, but this time to cup her breasts with only the thin shift as a barrier. She moaned, arched her back and pressed into his palms.
"See, sweetheart, I told you I was a breast man," he murmured. "I can't wait to get my mouth on them, feel them harden against my tongue."
Her eyes slipped closed as he began to play, her head falling back on his shoulder.
My hand slid up her calf, over her knee to her pale thigh. Higher and higher I moved, her skin warm and silky soft, until the shift was bunched about her waist.
Now I could see her. The dark hair at the juncture of her thighs was sparse and didn't hide the pink petals of her pussy. Nor did it hide that they were glistening. So were her thighs.
"She is wet," I said, slipping one finger up along the inside of her thigh, catching the proof and then brushing over her slit.
At first, she seemed startled by my words, then cried out when I touched her. Seth's hands on her breasts kept her in place as I continued to grip her ankle. "Shh," I crooned, soothing her. It was intense and I didn't want her afraid now. I only wanted her to feel.
"Let us play, sweetheart," Seth murmured, tugging on her nipples through the shift.
"We're going to make you come. Just like this." Her eyes slowly opened when I took my finger away, slipped it in my mouth, licked it. Tasted her. "Sweet."
Her eyes widened at what I'd done. It was dark and carnal, but I didn't care. This was how it was going to always be between us. This was just the start.
"This isn't what I thought. I mean, don't you … you know."
Her cheeks were flushed now and not from embarrassment.
"Fuck you? We will, but not until later."
I gently cupped her pussy, felt how wet she was, how hot. Then I began to learn her. Investigate her folds, circle her entrance, find her clit hard and swollen. Treasure every inch of her perfect flesh. I wanted to know what was sensitive for her, what made her hips shift, learn the sounds slipping from her mouth, made her still and await more.
"And me and Seth? We'll come, but not until we're deep inside you," I said, not stopping my hand.
"We're gentlemen, sweetheart." Seth leaned in and kissed her neck, the shell of her ear. "Ladies first. And that means you."
"But … how?" she breathed.
"With our fingers."
Glancing up at Seth, he gave a single nod. We would make her feel so damn good again and again so that when we finally let her sleep between us she wouldn't even remember her name.
I slid one finger into her tight sheath. When she gasped, her inner walls clenched down. My balls ached, knowing how good it would feel having her do that around my cock. I wasn't playing any more. I set up a slow, but very sure, rhythm in and out of her pussy, my finger only going in far enough to slide over that little spot that made her eyes flare wide.
"Do that again," she breathed, her gaze an even darker green, but blurry with arousal.
"What?" I asked, curling my finger. "This?"
"Or did you mean me, and this?" Seth asked, giving her nipples a little pinch.
"Yes," she replied, clearly not answering either of us.
"You can do better than that," Seth said. His lips formed a smile as he kissed her shoulder, as pleased as I was that we were able to wipe her thoughts from her head. "You'll scream that the next time."
Continuing the motions of my finger, I rubbed my thumb over her clit. It was visible to me now, pink and swollen. Her hips moved into my ministrations, but I doubted she even knew she was becoming so uninhibited. She was an active participant now, whether she knew it or not.
She was so wet, all but dripping onto my palm. She was ready to be fucked, but we would give her the orgasm she deserved first.
It didn't take long, but watching as she was overcome with her pleasure, even still in her shift, was the most erotic sight I'd ever seen. "Come, sweetheart. Come for your men."
Her entire body tensed, her walls rippling around my finger as she screamed. Seth raised a hand to muffle the noise.
"Shh, it's just for us, sweetheart. Those sounds aren't for everyone in the hotel."
Her pleasure slowly waned, her hips still moving to coax more from my wet fingers.
"You said I was going to scream, and I did," she replied breathily.
I couldn't help but laugh. She was prickly when she had her pleasure, although she was too relaxed to muster up much of an argument.
I slipped my fingers from her as Seth moved his hands from her breasts to settle beneath them, holding her so she pressed back against him.
"That was-" A smile spread across her face, languid and easy. There was none of the earlier worry or fear. "-amazing. I had no idea."
I put my finger in my mouth, licked it clean and her eyes widened again at my action.
"Why do you do that?" she asked, her eyes calm, yet bright.
"Because I love your taste. I can't get enough."
"I can't get enough either. Of … god, what you just did. How that felt," she said.
"Oh?" I asked.
"I assume we aren't done," she added, then glanced back at Seth.
"Not a chance, sweetheart."
Surprising us both, she grabbed the hem of her shift, lifted it up and over her head and tossed it onto the floor with a move so brazen I was stunned.
"Then give me more."
Chapter Five
MADDIE
I was wickedly brazen. I knew it, but I didn't care. The way Seth and Landon made me feel was incredible. I had no idea it could be like that. Orville had been playful and attentive, but unskilled. Yes, he'd played with my breasts and had used his fingers on me, but not like that. He'd touch me as if it helped him become more aroused, not to make me come. Yes, I'd been warmly interested in what we'd done together, but it had never, ever, been like this. I hadn't known what I'd been missing so I'd been content.
I'd be content with average no longer.
When Seth and Landon used their fingers, they'd been intent on making me come. Not them. By the sight of Landon's very big, very hard cock, he was still unsatisfied. And the way Seth had said we weren't done led me to believe they'd make me feel good again.
And that was why I'd stripped off my shift, the last barrier hiding me. I wasn't going to just lie back and look at the ceiling as they took me, one after another. No. This time I'd be an active participant.
What had come over me? I didn't even recognize myself anymore. I was a gun-toting, bank robbing widow who seemed to like carnal relations with not just one man, but two.
When Landon's attention was distracted on my bare breasts, I put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back onto the bed, his knees bent and feet touching the floor. I climbed on top of him so that I straddled his hips, his erect cock pressing into my belly. His dark eyes widened fractionally and he grinned.
"I am at your mercy, sweetheart."
His skin was hot and the coarse hair on his legs tickled the backs of my thighs. He was so much bigger than I was, but laid there passively, anticipating that I take over. I'd been bold in taking off my shift and insisting on more, but I was quickly losing courage. I felt my pleasure leech away.
"What's the matter?" he asked. Seth moved to the far side of the bed. Glancing up, I saw him naked, too.
They were so different; one fair, the other dark. They were both big, a good head taller than me, broad shouldered and beautifully muscled. Landon was broad though, a thick chest and heavier than Seth. Seth wasn't a weakling. Far from it. His muscles were lean and long. I had no idea what these men did for a living, but it wasn't anything like a bank manager who sat idly behind a desk.