Page 36 of Only for Tonight
“Watching,” Leo says simply, taking a long pull of his beer. “We’re going to sit here and watch James fuck you on this table.”
Her breath catches. “Oh.”
Perfect. She’s perfect.
“Unless you don’t want that,” I say, my hands on her hips. “Tell me now, love.”
“I want it.” Her voice is breathless. “God, yes, I want it.”
“Good girl.” I turn her to face the table. “Then bend over for me.”
She does, leaning forward until her chest presses against the polished wood. The position puts her ass on display, and I take a moment to appreciate the view.
Fuck.
“Look at her,” Luca says from his chair, voice rough. “Fucking gorgeous.”
I slide my hands up her thighs, pushing her dress up as I go. She’s wearing different panties now—black lace that showcases her curves beautifully.
“These are pretty,” I say, hooking my fingers in the waistband. “But they’re in my way.”
I slide them down slowly, letting them pool at her ankles. She steps out of them, and I pocket them without thinking. Mine now.
“Spread your legs wider,” I command softly.
She does, and the view nearly brings me to my knees. Pink and glistening and perfect.
“She’s already wet,” Leo observes, leaning back in his chair. “Look at that.”
“Been wet since dinner started,” Luca adds. “Could tell by the way she kept pressing her thighs together.”
“Is that true, love?” I ask, sliding one finger through her folds. She gasps. “Have you been sitting here getting wet while we ate?”
“Yes,” she admits. “I couldn’t stop thinking about last night. About this.”
“Good.” I push one finger inside her and she moans. “I want you thinking about us constantly. Want you wet and ready whenever we want you.”
Mine. Ours. Always ready for us.
I work her with my fingers, adding a second, then a third. She takes them easily, her body opening for me.
“Please,” she whimpers. “I need more.”
“What do you need?” I ask, even though I know.
“Your cock. Please, James. I need you inside me.”
From his chair, Leo groans. “Fuck, I love hearing her beg.”
“Me too,” Luca agrees, adjusting himself.
I pull my fingers out, making her whine at the loss. Freeing myself from my trousers, I roll on a condom quickly, then line myself up and push inside in one smooth thrust.
We both groan at the sensation. She’s hot and tight and perfect.
Perfect. So fucking perfect.
“Look at that,” Leo says, his voice rough. “Look how well she takes you.”
