Ben hummed his pleasure and they closed their eyes, remaining side by side as the sun finished drying them off.
* * *
Candlelight flickered over skin he’d be tasting in a short while. That was the only thing that kept Todd in his seat as they finished dinner. Erin smiled at him over the rim of her glass.
“I’m going to have coconut cream pie. I’m just saying. I’ll happily share though.”
Ben took her hand. “I want to dance with you first.” He stood and she followed.
Todd watched as they moved, as Ben pulled her to him tightly. Knew from the way her head rested on Ben’s chest that she’d given over to him. Knew her heartbeat would have slowed.
He liked to watch. That much hadn’t changed. He watched, knowing Ben’s c**k grew heavy and hard against her softness. Knew she grew wet, knew her ni**les hardened. Knew, too, the way she felt against his body.
Erin simply fell into Ben’s embrace as they swayed back and forth. He was warm against her skin. He was hard, his c**k burning into her belly, teasing her. She knew he’d be using it on her at some point that night.
“You’re wet, aren’t you?” he murmured into her ear.
She nodded. “I’m thinking about this.” She brushed side to side over his cock. His fingers on her waist tightened, sending a thrill through her. She leaned back and he kissed down her throat. That’s when she noticed.
“Todd is watching us.” That made her hot too. The way Todd’s focus sharpened on them was a near-physical touch against her clit. He was a voyeur, which made their triad even hotter.
“He told me earlier that he was going to f**k me and enlist you to help.”
They turned so she faced Todd, a smile on her lips as she imagined just what he’d order her to do.
He sat at their table, sipping champagne. His hair a little bit wind tousled and sun lightened. So big and strong. Both of them so big and strong.
“Suddenly I think my pie should be for later. We can get it to go.”
“No.” He twirled her as the song ended and then led her back to their table.
“No?”
“I love that pout in your voice. Is Ben denying you something?” Todd pulled her chair closer, his hand resting on her knee.
“I was suggesting we get pie to go. You know we could eat it. After.”
Ben looked her over. “I said no. I’m not ready. Yet.”
Oh. Well. She shivered at the command in Ben’s voice. He clearly had plans, and she was a-okay with that.
She lowered her lashes, nodding.
Ben licked his lips and shook his head. “Goddamn, you are a test to my will, gorgeous. Especially when you do that and let yourself be mine.”
Todd’s fingertips drew circles just inside her knee.
There weren’t very many people around, and once the sun went down out there, it got really dark. Even so, the thrill of being seen with this man’s hand on her thigh made her soft.
Ben shifted, pouring her champagne. The server brought the pie and coffee and then left them alone again.
Todd sipped and sighed. “Go on. Eat your pie. You’ll need your strength.”
She fed Ben a piece and then took a bite herself.
Then Todd’s hand slid higher, his thumb brushing, just barely, against her labia.
“So hot.” He got in close, speaking quietly as every single cell yearned to hear whatever he was going to say next.
“When we get back to the bure, I’m going to eat your cunt.”
She stuttered a breath as that hand slid up just a smidge more. This time the pressure of his thumb slid her skin, wet, slick, against her clit, sending ripples of pleasure outward.
“Then, I’m going to have Ben suck my c**k until he gets me nice and hard. While you watch, of course. Then I’m going to f**k him until he begs. While you sit in front of us. I brought a harness and the egg. For old time’s sake.”
She struggled to keep eating her pie as he spoke.
“I’m going to play with you both. While he watches.”
She turned her head in time to catch such a wicked smile on his face, she dropped her fork.
“You’re not done with your pie.” Todd tipped his chin toward her plate.
He was so totally dominant right then she nearly fell out of her chair into a puddle of goo. So. Fucking. Hot.
Ben held the fork up and she leaned forward, letting him feed her. Todd stroked her hair, his other hand still on her thigh, that devilish thumb of his still brushing against her pu**y.
It was just enough to make her ache, and not enough to make her come. Just as he’d planned.
“And then,” Todd spoke again as she took that last bite, “and only then, will I let you come. Then Ben can have what he’ll be begging for.”
“Can I help?” Her words were thick.
“Oh, gorgeous, you’re so f**king hot you can barely talk. I’m so hard just watching you. You’re wet and starving for my cock, aren’t you?”
She nodded and Ben groaned. “She’s not the only one.”
Todd moved his hand and she had to bite her lip to keep from whimpering at the loss of the heat of his palm. He signed the check and stood. There was no hiding his hard-on, right there at her eye level. She looked up into his gaze and licked her lips.
He simply pulled her to her feet, bent, and tossed her over his shoulder as Ben laughed, moving to them, kissing Todd quickly as they headed back down the path to their bure.
Once they got through the door, Todd put her down. “What I want you to wear is on the counter in the bathroom.” He turned to Ben. “Naked. On your knees.”
* * *
Candlelight flickered over skin he’d be tasting in a short while. That was the only thing that kept Todd in his seat as they finished dinner. Erin smiled at him over the rim of her glass.
“I’m going to have coconut cream pie. I’m just saying. I’ll happily share though.”
Ben took her hand. “I want to dance with you first.” He stood and she followed.
Todd watched as they moved, as Ben pulled her to him tightly. Knew from the way her head rested on Ben’s chest that she’d given over to him. Knew her heartbeat would have slowed.
He liked to watch. That much hadn’t changed. He watched, knowing Ben’s c**k grew heavy and hard against her softness. Knew she grew wet, knew her ni**les hardened. Knew, too, the way she felt against his body.
Erin simply fell into Ben’s embrace as they swayed back and forth. He was warm against her skin. He was hard, his c**k burning into her belly, teasing her. She knew he’d be using it on her at some point that night.
“You’re wet, aren’t you?” he murmured into her ear.
She nodded. “I’m thinking about this.” She brushed side to side over his cock. His fingers on her waist tightened, sending a thrill through her. She leaned back and he kissed down her throat. That’s when she noticed.
“Todd is watching us.” That made her hot too. The way Todd’s focus sharpened on them was a near-physical touch against her clit. He was a voyeur, which made their triad even hotter.
“He told me earlier that he was going to f**k me and enlist you to help.”
They turned so she faced Todd, a smile on her lips as she imagined just what he’d order her to do.
He sat at their table, sipping champagne. His hair a little bit wind tousled and sun lightened. So big and strong. Both of them so big and strong.
“Suddenly I think my pie should be for later. We can get it to go.”
“No.” He twirled her as the song ended and then led her back to their table.
“No?”
“I love that pout in your voice. Is Ben denying you something?” Todd pulled her chair closer, his hand resting on her knee.
“I was suggesting we get pie to go. You know we could eat it. After.”
Ben looked her over. “I said no. I’m not ready. Yet.”
Oh. Well. She shivered at the command in Ben’s voice. He clearly had plans, and she was a-okay with that.
She lowered her lashes, nodding.
Ben licked his lips and shook his head. “Goddamn, you are a test to my will, gorgeous. Especially when you do that and let yourself be mine.”
Todd’s fingertips drew circles just inside her knee.
There weren’t very many people around, and once the sun went down out there, it got really dark. Even so, the thrill of being seen with this man’s hand on her thigh made her soft.
Ben shifted, pouring her champagne. The server brought the pie and coffee and then left them alone again.
Todd sipped and sighed. “Go on. Eat your pie. You’ll need your strength.”
She fed Ben a piece and then took a bite herself.
Then Todd’s hand slid higher, his thumb brushing, just barely, against her labia.
“So hot.” He got in close, speaking quietly as every single cell yearned to hear whatever he was going to say next.
“When we get back to the bure, I’m going to eat your cunt.”
She stuttered a breath as that hand slid up just a smidge more. This time the pressure of his thumb slid her skin, wet, slick, against her clit, sending ripples of pleasure outward.
“Then, I’m going to have Ben suck my c**k until he gets me nice and hard. While you watch, of course. Then I’m going to f**k him until he begs. While you sit in front of us. I brought a harness and the egg. For old time’s sake.”
She struggled to keep eating her pie as he spoke.
“I’m going to play with you both. While he watches.”
She turned her head in time to catch such a wicked smile on his face, she dropped her fork.
“You’re not done with your pie.” Todd tipped his chin toward her plate.
He was so totally dominant right then she nearly fell out of her chair into a puddle of goo. So. Fucking. Hot.
Ben held the fork up and she leaned forward, letting him feed her. Todd stroked her hair, his other hand still on her thigh, that devilish thumb of his still brushing against her pu**y.
It was just enough to make her ache, and not enough to make her come. Just as he’d planned.
“And then,” Todd spoke again as she took that last bite, “and only then, will I let you come. Then Ben can have what he’ll be begging for.”
“Can I help?” Her words were thick.
“Oh, gorgeous, you’re so f**king hot you can barely talk. I’m so hard just watching you. You’re wet and starving for my cock, aren’t you?”
She nodded and Ben groaned. “She’s not the only one.”
Todd moved his hand and she had to bite her lip to keep from whimpering at the loss of the heat of his palm. He signed the check and stood. There was no hiding his hard-on, right there at her eye level. She looked up into his gaze and licked her lips.
He simply pulled her to her feet, bent, and tossed her over his shoulder as Ben laughed, moving to them, kissing Todd quickly as they headed back down the path to their bure.
Once they got through the door, Todd put her down. “What I want you to wear is on the counter in the bathroom.” He turned to Ben. “Naked. On your knees.”
