He could see her lips tug up at the corners. “Why don’t you give the highlights?”
“I want your breasts. God, Serena, do you have any idea what your breasts do to me? It makes me fucking crazy that you cover them up, but then I’m happy about it because I don’t think anyone else should look at them.” He plucked at her nipples again. “I want to suck on these. When Jake and I get you in bed, we’ll each take a breast and suck on them until you can’t stand it anymore.”
She wriggled against him.
He let his hands drift up to trace the line of her lips. “I want this mouth, too. You say such bratty things sometimes that I feel the need to shove something in here.”
Her tongue came out, playfully licking his fingers. “You’re going to shove your fingers in my mouth?”
“See, bratty.” He let her feel his cock along the seam of her ass. “You’re going to get something way bigger than my fingers.”
She sucked at his fingers a little. “I thought Jake was the Dom. You’re not exactly talking like a vanilla boy.”
He nipped at her neck. “I might not be the Dom Jake is, but don’t you think for an instant that I can’t top you. And there is nothing vanilla about me, baby. I’ll fuck your mouth and your pussy and your sweet, sweet ass. Hell, I’ll lube up those tits, press them together and fuck you like that. There won’t be any part of you that I don’t cover with me.”
He ran his hands down to her pussy. She’d shaved as he’d asked her to. There was nothing there but hot, plump flesh. And she seemed to like it when he talked dirty.
“And what about Jake?”
He chuckled. “Jake will be filling you up, too. Tell me something, sweetheart, before Jake jumped the gun, how long had it been?”
“A couple of years, if you don’t count vibrators.” Her voice was breathless, catching as he explored her pussy. “I kind of do. I named mine. Though I admit that some nights I took Sam out and then got caught up in a TV show, and we just watched. So I might suck at sex since I couldn’t even interest my vibrator.”
God, she made him laugh. “I think your luck is changing, sweetheart. I don’t think Jake had the same problem. He wasn’t interested in anything but you. And I watched him at the end of it. I don’t think there’s any question at all that you’re good at sex. Tell me something, did you enjoy your time with Jake?”
He started to gently rub her clit.
“It was amazing.” Her head fell back, her body arching.
“Tell me or I’ll stop rubbing.”
She moaned a little but started talking. “I liked it. It was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
He bit at her ear. “Serena, you’re a writer. I expect a little more than ‘I liked it.’ Tell me how his cock felt. Tell me what he did. Did he spank you?”
“Yes. I disobeyed. I wore underwear.”
Jake had been hard on her. “He didn’t like the pretty little thong I left? I’m surprised. I told him what I was doing. He was just looking for a reason to spank this pretty ass.”
There was something about the way she hesitated that made him think he was missing something. “You did look good in the thong I bought you, didn’t you, sweetheart?”
“I didn’t put it on.”
He stopped and withdrew his hands.
She turned, putting her hands on his chest. “Jake already spanked me.”
She’d been through a lot, but he had to make a statement. “You didn’t wear what I told you to wear.”
She bit that bottom lip, obviously going for broke. It was cute, but it wouldn’t work on him.
“Turn and face the wall, hands on the tile, legs spread wide.”
Tears welled. “Adam, I’m sorry. I know it was wrong. Jake already spanked me. I’m still sore.”
“I’m not spanking you. I’m doing something I planned on doing tomorrow, but now, because you openly defied me in the club with all our friends watching, you’ll get it tonight.”
“Oh, god, you’re going to plug me.”
He couldn’t help it. He had to grin. “Yes, but how did you know?”
“I’ve written this scene, Adam. What if I don’t want to be plugged?”
“Then we can end this right here and right now. I’ll be as vanilla as possible, and you’ll never know how it feels to have two men inside you because neither one of us will fuck your ass until you’ve been properly prepared.” He took a hard line, but softened a little, smoothing back her hair. “The whole ménage thing is kind of dependent on anal sex. If you aren’t interested, then we should rethink this. I really don’t want to take turns. I would rather we take you together. I have my fantasies, too.”