Sex Retreat(69)
“Took you long enough in there,” Rory said.
“Don’t pout.” She kissed his cheek. “I love you all the same.”
“You may need to prove that later.”
“I will,” she said, thinking she’d enjoy delivering on her promise.
She pulled out a barstool and sat down.
Brock immediately took her hand and yanked her to her feet. “Oh no you don’t, sub.”
“I don’t get to eat?” she asked, eyeing the multilayered casserole.
He grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and stripped it over her head. “Now. That’s much better.”
He bent down and nipped at a nipple. Shards of pure pleasure shot through her body and she jerked against him.
“So responsive,” Brock said, twisting her tight nipple between his finger and thumb. He hoisted her into his arms and positioned her in the middle of the bar.
“Brock,” she said evenly. “What are you doing?”
“What you wanted most. I’m giving you a taste of what life will be like if we give you more of what you say you’ve wanted all along, sub.”
She eyed the food and her men. “Oh my God, this is so naughty.”
“What?” Rory asked.
“Yes, sub, what?” Brock asked, a guttural twang hanging in his throat.
“His gruff way of speaking to me turns me on.”
“And I want more of you telling us what you like. We don’t like guessing, sub. We want you to voice your desires. Tell us what pushes your hot buttons.” Brock’s eyes darkened. “You’ll find more satisfaction when you’re open with us.”
With her ass planted on the cool granite countertop, she crossed her legs Indian-style and leaned over her plate. Picking up her fork, she cut off a bite of casserole and slipped the meaty concoction between her lips.
“Good?” Mitch asked.
“Delicious.”
“I’d like a show for dinner,” Rory announced around a mouthful of food.
“What can I do for you?”
“Part your thighs and place your plate between your legs.” His jaw flexed and he looked like a burdened man, a man who was definitely hard as stone below the belt. “I want to look at your pussy while I eat.”
“Who would’ve thought?” Mitch teased. “Rory has turned into a pervert while I’ve been away.”
“I like it,” Trixie said, moving her plate forward so she could shift her weight and spread her legs as instructed.
Brock laughed and patted Rory on the back. “You know what? I do, too. It’s hard to get used to, but I damn well like it.”
Rory took another bite, stared at her pussy, and said, “I know what I’m having for dessert.”
“Do you?” she teased, rubbing her tongue across her upper lip. “Then you’d better hurry and finish your dinner.”
Rory stroked his jaw and gave her a heated stare. “No, ma’am. I plan to take my own sweet time.”
“With dinner or dessert?” she asked, continuing her assault on Bertie’s casserole.
Rory placed his hand on her inner thigh. “Both.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we need to have a talk before everyone gets too carried away.” Mitch carried Trixie away from the bar.
“This coming from the man with the only soft cock in the room?” Brock placed his dishes in the sink. He folded his arms over his chest and glared at Mitch. “Why am I not surprised by your timing?”
“It’s important.”
“When you have something on your mind, it always is,” Rory said, swiveling his stool around to face him, too. “And I’m certain it couldn’t wait a few hours. Whatever you need to say is too important to postpone.”
“I think so,” Mitch said, pointing to the living room. “Do you mind hearing me out?”
“Of course we will.” Trixie grinned at him as if he were her bread and butter, the only man capable of sating her desires and feeding her hunger.
“Trix,” Rory said evenly, “I think this is our call.”
“I’m with Rory on this one,” Brock said, quickly adding, “Mitch, we may age, but none of us really change. Do we?”
“What do you mean?”
Brock shrugged. “When it comes to women, sex, and sharing women and sex, you want to dictate everything from training to penetration.”
Mitch laughed. “That’s the funniest damn thing I’ve ever heard. As if I could stop you from fucking Trixie if you wanted her.”
“I want her all the damn time,” Brock said, acknowledging Trixie with a wink. “She knows it. You might say we’ve been spending a lot of time together while you’ve been on the inside.”