Owned: A Mafia Menage Romance(191)

“Yes,” Lyle growled in a slow, throaty moan. “Get her panties, Owen.”

I flinched slightly, unsure if I was ready to be completely exposed.

“Don't do that," Lyle shook his head urgently. “Let me look at you. You’re gorgeous, Brienne. Let me see."

I set my jaw and took a deep breath, keeping my hands over my head as Owen dropped his to my sides, tracing a line from the outside of my breasts to my waist. He hooked his thumbs in the elastic band of my panties and dragged them swiftly over my hips and down to the floor. One by one I raised my feet so he could unhook the panties from my ankles and toss them away.

Lyle appraised to be like a predator looking over his prey. His eyes darted hungrily over every inch of me, circling my nipples and crisscrossing over my wide, full belly.

This is you. You can do this.

I refused to move. I posed like the Botticelli and let him see all of me.

Behind me, I heard the sound of Owen snapping his buttons open one by one. His trousers dropped on top of my crumpled dress.

Lyle's eyes half closed and his features thickened. His lips opened slightly as his fingers found the remaining buttons of his tuxedo shirt and undid them one by one while his gaze never left my skin. I crackled and buzzed all over, like an electric current was running over my entire body.

The wait was excruciating. I refused to falter. As Lyle opened his shirt I took that as an invitation to inspect him the same way that he had inspected me. His skin was smooth and undulated with the shape of the thick muscles beneath it. I watched his strong, manly fingers as they manipulated the buttons and then peeled the white cotton from his torso and dropped it on the sofa.

He cocked his head at me as his hands lingered on the closure of his trousers and a hungry grin opened his mouth. Silently he unfastened his pants and took them off, releasing a thick, substantial cock that was already half hard and eager.

I felt fingers trailing up the back of my calves, swiftly replaced by the warm, wet feeling of a tongue plunged into the furrow between my thighs. It circled the crease under my buttocks, laving generously back and forth in a warm, sensual bath. A shudder clenched my belly and rumbled through my torso and up my throat. I opened my mouth to let a low moan unfurl on my tongue.

“That sound,” Lyle said breathlessly, “is one of the sexiest things I have ever heard. When you did that at our building I almost had to have you right there.”

I should have been embarrassed but I couldn't be shy anymore as he walked toward me, his turgid cock bouncing with every step. All I could think was how I wanted him close to me. How I wanted to be drowning in this.

As his lips covered mine I let my arms fall over his head and clasped my hands behind his neck, dragging him closer to me. I arched my back and let my nipples draw a line up his torso, feeling them harden and pucker into points.

I closed my eyes. Hands circled my knees and pushed them open slightly as Owen's tongue plunged farther between my thighs, working upwards to the back of my sex.

Lyle's hands were everywhere. He grabbed handfuls of my shoulders, my waist, my breasts from underneath. With my eyes closed the sensation of two tongues on me and four hands massaging and manipulating unpredictable parts was overwhelming. I felt like I was caught in an undertow of sensations: a suffocating, confusing tsunami of desire and feeling.

On his knees behind me Owen groaned and growled as his tongue speared deeper and deeper into my swollen furrow. I felt his warm exploration of my entrance and then his tongue slid up and back, tracing the line between my buttocks, plunging into that part of me I had never let anyone touch before.

But I couldn't say no. A raging hunger gaped inside of me and I could only satisfy it by having every sensation, all at once. I sucked hungrily at Lyle's mouth, my fingers locked behind his neck, pinning him to my body. I could feel his erection swelling desperately against my thigh. He shifted back and it bounced straight upward. He slammed back against me, trapping his hard cock between us.

The room filled with sounds of licking, sucking, moaning, and groaning so fast that I couldn't tell who made what sound. I felt a warm, exploratory circle of pleasure around my back entrance and commanded myself not to flinch away. I wanted more of that. Forcing my thighs to relax, I pivoted my hips slightly backward as an invitation.

Owen tongued my dark entrance greedily. I felt him enter me tentatively, spearing into me three times in a row. Then I heard the plastic squeak of a bottle being opened and a warm deluge of lubricant trickled generously down between my buttocks.

“You are perfect,” Lyle groaned into my mouth as Owen stood up behind me.

I could feel Owen's hands sliding around to circle my waist while Lyle kept my mouth and breasts twitching with desire from the front. Owen grabbed two ample handholds of my hips and squeezed as his huge cock slid up and down where his tongue had just been.