Page 26 of Ride Me

Allegra hesitated. Bone Daddy, again? How was he doing this?

Just a little magic. He needs this more than you know. Don’t think now. Just show him how you feel.

“Allegra? You still with me?” Rousseau’s voice was rough, tinged with need. A need she wanted to fulfill.

“Still here. I’m wondering why you haven’t taken off your clothes.”

Two males laughed in relief, the “breeze” caressing her belly in approval as Rousseau started to remove his clothing. Despite her bravado, it was disconcerting to know the Loa was touching her without Rousseau’s knowledge.

If you tell him this will end now. He’ll do it to protect you from me. But you know I won’t hurt you, cher.

Strange though it was, she did. In fact, she sensed he was actually on her side. Approving of her plans for seduction.

Why wouldn’t he be?

“Allegra.”

Even from this distance in the daylight, she could see Rousseau’s beautiful form. The erection jutting almost obscenely from his body made her insides clench in anticipation. She resented the space between them, needing to touch him.

She lowered her hands to her skirt, loosening the ties until the fabric fell whisper-quiet to the floor.

“Fuck, bebe,” he swore. “I wish I could touch you.”

“You can, you know. Anytime you want.”

“Don’t say that.”

She slid her hand beneath the lace of her panties, now simple ivory, and felt the wetness there. “I’m right here, and ready for you. I want—”

“Don’t, Allegra.” His voice held a thread of urgency. “Don’t tell me what you want or who you want. Just show me.”

Tricky boy.

Allegra bit her lip, feeling the unnatural caress of the air around her. It circled her tight nipples and rode between the cheeks of her ass, driving her crazy.

Tricky? Rousseau didn’t want her to tell him she wanted him, but Bone Daddy did. He’d tried to get her to say it more than once. Ben, too, had been adamant that she tell Rousseau what she wanted.

Was that it then? In order to have him, to have Bone Daddy and Rousseau together, did she have to say those words?

And a clever girl. What a vexing combination. Whatever shall I do with you two?

“I won’t say it, Rousseau,” she assured him softly. “Not yet.”

Where her audacity came from she’d never know. In broad daylight, with people walking below and Michelle capable of coming home at any moment, Allegra was deliberately dropping her inhibitions on the floor with her clothes. It made her feel powerful.

One hand tugged hard on her tingling nipple, loving the sharp sensation, and the other pulled the lace aside to spread the lips of her sex to the delicate, licking breeze. “Can you see me?”

“You’re all I can see.”

Rousseau was copying her movements, twisting his nipple ring and stroking his heavy cock in a slow, sensual rhythm. “What does it feel like? Your piercings?”

“Love bites,” he said without hesitation. “Your teeth on my skin. Your mouth, your nails. I can feel the pull all the way down my spine. In my cock.”

She gasped for breath. Ben had been right, Rousseau was irresistible without the Loa. But then, she’d already known that.

His husky voice came to her through the speaker. “Are you wet, Allegra? For me?”

“Yes. Oh God, yes.” She rubbed her clit faster, her body on fire for this man. She lost herself to sensation, climbing higher and higher, trying desperately to keep her heavy lids lifted, to watch her distant lover as his movements grew just as frenzied as her own.

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