Page 59 of Hat Trick
She moves to take it off but I stop her. “Wait.”
She immediately drops her hands at her sides as Dom and I drink her in.
“Fuck,” Dom says under his breath.
“Nowthat, is fucking pornography,” I tell her. “I have half a mind to fuck you with that on. But as much as I’m enjoying this view, I’ll save that for another day. Right now… well, I think we deserve to see what’s underneath it after our hard fought win. Don’t you, Dom?”
I manage to break eye contact with Lil long enough tofinallysee the corners of his lips turn up. He waits a moment before he answers. “Hell yeah we do.”
There he is.
Lil breathes a sigh of relief, likely thinking the same exact thing I am, before grabbing the hem of the jersey and lifting it over her head. Her dark hair falls free of the fabric, draping over the slope of her shoulders and the swell of her breasts.
And there she stands before us in nothing but a deep-green lace bra and panty set.Looking absolutely?—
“Perfect,” Dom utters.
“Yeah. Perfect,” I repeat.
Dom and I stand before her in our suits, me sans the tie and jacket, and it’s taking every ounce of my will power not to fuck her right here on the floor.
Actually, now that I think about it?—
Leaning over, I whisper in Dom’s ear. Even looking at his profile, I watch as his eyes go wide as he hisses a sharp breath. He turns his head to look at me and nods in Lil’s direction. “First can I?—”
I nod, knowing exactly what he’s asking.
Without a second thought, Dom’s in front of Lil in two long strides, kissing her as if his life depends on it, and I have to bite back the groan wanting to spill from my lips as I listen to the two of theirs. Not knowing the instructions I gave him, Lil becomes desperate for the kiss to become more, but Dom pulls away before it can. He runs the pad of his thumb across her bottom lip before giving her one more chaste kiss and walking right past me and into Lil’s room.
Looking confused, she asks, “Wait. Where’s he?—”
Now it’s me who crosses the room, pressing my lips to hers before she has a chance to finish her question. Her mouth is open in shock, so I use it to my advantage and sink my tongue in. It only takes her a second to reciprocate and lean into my kiss.
As I kiss her, she starts eagerly trying to unbutton my dress shirt. When she groans in frustration, I smile against her lips. “Just get it off, Lil.”
Gripping the front of it, she rips it open. The sound of buttons hitting the floor fills the room, and I can’tfind it in me to care that she just ruined one of only two white button-ups I own because now my skin is against hers.
Desperate for more, I wrap my hands underneath the swell of her ass and lift her off the ground. On instinct, she wraps her legs around me. I don’t go far. Taking a few steps, I slam her back against the wall of her entry way. She grunts at the contact but she doesn’t stop kissing me. As a matter of fact, when she attempts to lean forward, and I pin her against the wall again, she moans at the forcefulness of the silent demand.
I’m faintly aware of the sound of Dom rummaging around Lil’s room, doing what I asked of him, but I don’t focus on that. Right now, my sole focus is on the woman in my arms, as she rubs her wet pussy over my dick, likely leaving a wet spot on my suit pants.
More than capable of holding her with one hand, I move the other to grip her face, pinning her head back against the wall as my mouth makes its way down her neck. And when I bite at the skin along her collar bone, her hold on the hair at the nape of my neck tightens.
Yeah, my girl likes it rough.
Lowering my face, I nip along the swell of her breasts, savoring the sound of each moan that falls from her lips. “More,” she pleads.
“Put your feet down,” I tell her, and she does. Once I’m sure she’s stable, I bring my mouth to her nipple, sucking it through the thin lace of her bra.
“More, Em.”
“Hmmmm, I love when you say my name like that,” I tell her before pulling the cup of her bra down,exposing her breast. My eyes latch on her pointed nipple, and I take it into my mouth yet again. And when my teeth clamp down on the tight bud, I feel a wave of pleasure surge through her body beneath my hands.
“Again.”
I move to the other breast, expose it from the cup of the bra, and do the same thing before dropping to my knees. Lil’s hands find my hair again as my tongue drags down the center of her stomach. She tastes so fucking good, and I haven’t even made it to the best part yet.
When the lace of her underwear meets my tongue, I look up at her. “You look awfully good on your knees, Mr. Baker.”
