“I want to hear you, Bailey.” His blue eyes locking onto mine, his other hand moving to my wrist to hold me. “Each whimper, each moan. Don’t hold back, baby.”
He gets up to sit on my armrest, pulling me into his body for a kiss. His lips press down on me, insistent and forceful, and I surrender to the pleasure. One part of me wonders when Daniel’s going to participate. Another part - a bigger part - likes the idea of giving him a show. He leans back on the couch, drink in hand, a half-smile on his face. His gaze stays on us.
He’s enjoying watching us. Game on. I grab Sebastian’s head with my hand, gripping the back of his neck, pulling him even closer to me. I don’t stifle my noises of pleasure, the little moans, the soft gasps. It is such a turn on to know that Daniel is captivated by our display.
“You like being watched, Bailey?” Sebastian says into my ears, his teeth nibbling at an earlobe. His hand glides a caress on my chest, from my cleavage to my neck. “My little exhibitionist. Take off your top.”
His hands are at my waist, plucking the fabric up and over my head. When my lace-clad breasts come into view, Daniel leans forward and takes another sip of his drink. His expression is hungry, and his eyes blaze with lust, but he remains in his seat.
Sebastian goes back to kissing me. His hands caress my breasts over the bra, but disappointingly, he doesn’t make any move to unfasten it yet. Instead, he nudges me to my feet. “Your jeans are in the way,” he mutters. “Let’s get them off.”
His big hands roam down my abdomen, and I flinch automatically. I don’t have six-pack abs, or anything even close to them. Rolls of squishy flesh cannot be attractive.
Except Sebastian’s kissing the same rolls of flesh, his breath heated, his stubble rasping against my skin, his hand pressed against my back to move me closer to him. His other hand works at the waistband of my jeans till they are undone, then he pushes them down my hips, kissing each bit of skin as it is revealed. “Ah fuck, those panties,” he groans. “Soft, pretty pink. Just like your pussy.”
I blush at his words, and Daniel chuckles from his spot on the couch. “I do like how you flush, Bailey,” he says. “It’s so much fun to corrupt the good girl.”
“Please,” I scoff, though I’m distracted by Sebastian’s kisses, by the rub of his hard erection against my crotch as he stands back up. “I’m not really such a good girl.”
Sebastian’s teeth nip at my nipple through my bra, and I forget Daniel’s words, though I feel every bit of his burning gaze on me. This is so hot. I’d have never thought I’d be so turned on by the idea of someone watching. His hand runs over my ass, and I tense, waiting for the spank that does not come. Pity.
I’m nudged back into my chair, and Sebastian pulls my jeans free, tossing them carelessly across the room. They land against one of the windows and slide to the floor, and I giggle. “I can’t believe I’m making out in full view of Central Park,” I confess. “I feel so naughty.”
Daniel raises an amused eyebrow. “You little hussy,” he scolds. “All the way down to your underwear before you even noticed the window.” He leans back and unzips his own pants lazily. His erection springs out and I can’t help it, I actually lick my lips. I’m keyed up, okay? They’ve had me wanting them ever since I saw them, and this is my first glimpse of cock. I want more.
My view of Daniel’s dick is blocked off because Sebastian once again leans into me. His lips press on mine, nibbling and sucking on my lower lip. “Such a bad girl,” he growls. “Can’t take your eyes off his cock, can you?”
“No,” I whisper, a thread of defiance in my voice. “I want to see. Take off your pants.” I move my hands up his thighs, my fingers tracing the rock hard outline of his erection. “I want to touch you. Taste you.”
A fire burns in his eyes. In an instant, my bra is off, and my wrists are pressed together behind my head. Sebastian uses the scrap of lace to bind my hands. “Keep them there,” he orders. His fingers tangle in my hair, his grip tightening until little sparks of pain prickle at my scalp.