“I think we should be mindful of our guest, especially since you’ve already come once.” He ran his hand up Paul’s spine and curled tense fingers around the base of his skull. Paul leaned into that touch, his eyelids heavy and his mouth slightly open. “What would you do to our pretty girl, if you had the choice?”
“Fuck her.”
Lizzie inhaled. Dima’s body twitched where his hip notched against her inner thigh. She grinned at him, loving how easily Paul’s bluntness undid her stoic partner.
Dima recovered quickly. He always did. Mistakes weren’t meant to be lingered over, but attacked anew. Conquered. He was bulletproof.
“How?” he asked. “If I had my guess, you’d want access to her backside.” He ran his other hand down Paul’s front, past his bellybutton, past his cock, to cup his balls. There he gently played, toying, stroking with his thumb. “You can’t keep your hands off her lush ass, can you?”
Paul’s eyes had zoned to a place of pure pleasure. “Can you?”
Dima angled a sharp, dirty look at Lizzie. “Her ass gave me my first hard-on, but ever since, it’s been her fantastic tits.”
She blinked. How long has he looked at me that way?
Without another word, he released Paul and seized Lizzie’s hips. She was so used to the mechanics of momentum and balance when it came to lifts that she forgot how just plain strong he was. Over she went, flipped to her stomach. Her knees sank into the couch cushions. After giving her ass a hard swat, he dipped lower to slip two fingers into her pussy.
Bowed low, he said against her spine, “Paul should fuck you, don’t you think?” She made a noise in her throat. Dima withdrew and gave her another slap. “Answer, little one.”
“Yes. I want him inside me.”
“Condoms,” Dima said. “Wait here.” He padded off to the bathroom.
Paul replaced him, his body flush, pressing her against the back of the couch. He dragged his hands up her torso to cup her breasts. “He’s right, you know.”
“About?”
“Your tits are fantastic.”
She giggled. “Men.”
“We’re not complicated. A little T&A goes a long way.” He pulled back to knead the flesh of her ass. “Damn, you are hot.”
“Harder. It’s okay.”
He pinched and squeezed, hands roaming over her upper thighs before returning to her butt. Mimicking Dima’s example, he gave her a quick slap. “You sure?”
“Oh, yeah. I am so fucking turned on.”
“You and me both.”
The smacks he laid across her ass were sharp, playful—and a far more even cadence than his breathing. He was practically grunting with each stroke. Lizzie eased into every one. Sensation over sensation. She loved the sweet with the rough, and loved it when a man could give her both.
With his mouth snuggled next to her ear, he asked, “How does all this turn out, generally?”
“Turn out?”
“With other guys you share.”
Lizzie turned to look back over her shoulder. She reached to touch his jaw and offered a gentle smile. “I thought you knew.”
“Knew?”
“You’re the only one, baby.”
He was so cute when he looked a little knocked sideways. So fucking hot—out of breath, as his muscles gleamed with a sheen of sweat. “Really?”
“We’re playing this by ear just as much as you are.” She smiled at Dima when he returned with the condoms. “Isn’t that right?”
“Playing by ear,” he said with a smirk. At least this time his intentions were clear enough to Lizzie. Most times he was completely unreadable outside the usual professional bounds of determination and frustration. She had no doubt, however, that Dima fully intended to initiate their pretty toy—one day, if not that evening. “With a few quiet expectations.”
Paul shook his head, grinning, as if he too saw through the game.
Taking Paul by the hips, Dima rolled a condom down the man’s long length. He maneuvered between Lizzie and the couch to sit on the floor, his face situated right in front of her pussy. He supported behind her knees. As a preview, he snaked out his tongue and licked her clit. Lizzie shivered, just as Paul nudged the head of his cock between her folds. His hands were like vise grips on her hips.
One mouth ready to suck her mindless.
One cock ready to plunge deep.
Arms braced on the back of the couch, she drew in a long breath. “Goddamn, boys. I’m going to enjoy this.”
Chapter Twelve
Dima’s world narrowed and expanded at the same time. Two days ago, he never would’ve guessed he’d be sitting in front of his couch looking up at Lizzie’s gleaming pussy. He’d wanted it. Imagined it. What he hadn’t imagined was watching as she arched back, about to fuck a hard cock. Skin and flesh and muscles filled his entire vision.