Page 98 of Princes of Hollywood

Sure Thing

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A shiver works through me at Wyatt’s words, the way he looks at me, the heat of his body before me. His hands leave mine, and he leans them back on the bed. His hooded hazel eyes never leave me. Aiden sits next to him. His heated gaze meets mine.

I still can’t believe any of this is my life.

Swallowing, I reach for my skirt’s hem and lift it until they can see my panties. Black silk and lace hide my pussy from their view.

“Aiden, can you check to see if she’s wet for me?”

My eyes widen as the ache increases between my thighs, but I don’t want to push Aiden too far. “You don’t have—”

“Shh, little warrior.” His hand starts at my knee and trails up the inside of my thigh, making my breath quicken. If I weren’t already soaked, I would be by the time he touches me. Just the thought of him touching me again is intoxicating, dizzying. “Spread your thighs for me.”

I move my feet apart and whimper as his fingers touch the edge of my panties, tracing it between my legs along my thigh, so close to touching me, but so fucking far.

“Is she wet for us?” Wyatt’s hazel eyes never leave mine. The sounds of the party drift up through the open window, fighting with the sound of the ocean, but both sound so far away.

Aiden’s finger slips beneath my panties and strokes over my clit. I bite my lip on a moan. Fire burns inside me.

“Soaked.” Aiden draws his finger out and brings it to his lips, sucking it into his mouth as I watch, helpless to move. Wishing we could just stay here for the rest of the night. Alone with Wyatt and Aiden. A shiver passes over me.

But we can’t stay up here long; we have to return to the party.

“Turn around, kitten.” Wyatt remains still, but I do as he asks.

The bed makes a slight noise as he shifts, and his fingers release the hook and eye holding my dress. Another shiver works through me. Then the zipper slides down my back, and I suck in a breath. Wyatt’s hands slip beneath my dress and hold my waist.

He glides them up my sides, teasing the sides of my breasts before skimming over my shoulder and pushing the dress off. It flutters to my feet in a whisper of fabric.

“Pick it up, kitten.”

I step out of it and bend to pick it up. Aiden reaches for it and lays it on the bed beside him. Wyatt gestures for me to come closer again.

My nipples ache against the silk, and my pussy throbs. If they leave me like this, I’ll have to face those people downstairs feeling wound up and aroused.

“Very nice choice.” Wyatt slides his thumb across my nipple and I moan, wanting more. I press my thighs together against the ache. “Take off the panties.”

I meet his darkened eyes as my thumbs hook into the sides of my panties and lower them until they flutter to the ground.

“Good girl.” He lies back on the bed. “Undo my pants.”

I glance at Aiden, and his darkened eyes meet mine. He nods slightly, giving me permission. I lick my lips and lean over Wyatt to undo his jeans. His hands cup my breasts together in my bra, and he slips his thumbs beneath the cup over my tightened nipples.

Taking in a shaky breath, I finish undoing his pants.

“Pull them down, kitten.”

Obeying him turns me on. I slide them down over his hips.

“That’s enough. Now my boxers.”

The need is overwhelming. I want to come. I need to come. I can’t think of anything else as I pull his boxers down and gaze at his massive cock. I want him inside me, but how would I ever fit him? My pussy clenches.

“Fuck,” I whisper. Even as wet as I am, I’m not sure I can take his cock. It’s long and thick and intimidating as hell.

“Come here, kitten.” He holds his hands out to me. When I hesitate, he glances at Aiden.

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