Victoria’s Secret Wish(64)

As for David…he was putty in her hands to start with. No resistance there. His breathing had already quickened. He gave up his quest inside her dress to try and get his pants off blind, finally pulling away from her nipple to look down and fumble his belt open. Shirt, take off the shirt. As if hearing her, he looked up, met her eyes. She loved those eyes of his. Open, honest. Vulnerable. Kiss me. He did, and she couldn’t get enough, could never take all she needed, before he pulled away to strip out of the shirt and the rest of his clothes. Lord, he was a sight. Perfect fucking body. She’d love every inch of it, every day forever, if given the opportunity. But she couldn’t think that way, couldn’t let him see the tears brimming. So she blinked, left her eyes shut to capture the image and erase the thought. No more thinking like that–this night was for enjoyment, and she intended to get all the good she could from it.

When she looked up, David stood tall, stroking himself, his hand quietly rasping the soft skin of his glans with each pass. Let me taste it. If she begged with her eyes enough, he’d eventually notice.

Britt still worked her nipple. Did he plan to make her come that way? Maybe not, since his hand was now working its way up her inner thigh.

She licked her lips. Surely David would get the hint. Shiny pre-cum beaded on the tip, and she could all but smell it, taste it. If only he’d let her. He stared down at her face… What was going through his head? Was he planning, imagining, wishing? He moved toward her. Finally. She’d get a taste.

But no. Instead he knelt again, went back to work across from Britt. God. Knowing he was so close…within reach. If she couldn’t get a taste, maybe just a little feel…that slippery heat on her fingers. Britt would never know. She reached her right hand down, found her target. Hard, smooth, warm. She whimpered and arched. Now. She needed one of them now.

David made something of a purring sound and thrust into her hand. Before long, he’d need her as much as she needed him. Her fingers tightened around his velvety shaft with his thrusts, her thumb slipping across the head.

Britt’s mouth popped off of her nipple. “What the…” He stood, casting his tie aside, and unbuttoning his shirt in jerky motions. Why did that make her think he was mentally rolling up his sleeves?

David watched him with half-closed eyes. He’d stopped thrusting, but remained kneeling, with her hand around him.

“All right then.” Britt tossed his shirt onto the next chair. “Vic, you broke the rules.”

Fat chance he’d be able to tie her up, with David’s cock in her hand. David surely wouldn’t stand for it. She flashed Britt a smile and made a show of caressing David’s length.

“Um.” David cleared his throat, and pried her fingers away.

Mutiny.

She cast him what she hoped was a withering glare.

“Babe.” Poor guy was caught in the middle, his eyes begging forgiveness, his cock betraying whatever he and Britt had planned, while his hands joined Britt’s regime. “Sorry.”

“She knew better,” Britt told David. “Shall we go fetch the strings?”

He couldn’t be serious. If he tied her up–if he took her out of play, he’d find out what a dry spell was, once they got home.

“I wouldn’t recommend it,” she said in a low voice.

Britt’s eyes snapped back to her face, narrowed. “It’s all fun and games until some bloke takes the wheel from Vic, is that it? Once, just one time, we’d like to give you pleasure. Is that so much to ask?”

She simply returned his stare.

“David.” Ah, his Boss-Voice, the one nobody else disobeyed. “Go get the shoelaces.”

Run. She wouldn’t. Couldn’t give him the satisfaction. Her heart raced like it would explode. Maybe already had. He wouldn’t restrain her, if she asked. If she promised to keep her hands to herself. If she begged.

Fuck that.

She turned her face away. Let him try what he wanted–let him see how much pleasure he could give her against her will.

“Ah. So it’s like that.” Britt’s voice lowered.

She hadn’t heard David leave. Had he refused? What a shit position for Britt to put him in. Maybe he hadn’t gone, so Britt was pissed. Maybe he had, and Britt was talking to her. Who the hell was he talking to? She couldn’t turn her head back to see. No way.

“Well, then.” Britt had on his business-voice. “You think David’s cock needs stroked? Will that pleasure you? Or him?”

Hopefully both. She’d show no sign of listening, let alone answer. Maybe he’d give up this stupid plan and they could go back to having a good time. This sucked. Why was she lying here with a dress bunched up around her middle, looking stupid and weak instead of walking away? She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping to avoid tears.