Room One Hundred and Nineteen: Watching Her (Club Sin: Seattle Session 2)

9. Rick

9

RICK

“ L ast question, gorgeous.”

“Okay,” she sighed, her eyes hooded as I stroked her thigh.

“You’re on the pill,” I brought up. It wasn’t a question but a fact. We’d gone through her medical history at work. It was fucking wrong on so many levels, but we’d needed information to get her into Club Sin as our guest.

“I am,” she confirmed.

“We’re clean,” I shared. I didn’t have to ask if she took it like she should. “This is completely up to you. Bare or condom?” The room was so fucking quiet we could have heard a pin drop.

“Bare,” she answered clearly, and my cock twitched. I looked just above her head and nodded. We had the answer we needed.

Josh and Miles moved to their own chairs and sat back with their legs open wide. My attention moved back to the woman on my lap. I still couldn’t believe my eyes. Elena was beautiful all the time. Even when she was sick as a dog, pushing through to get to the end of her shift, exhausted and blotchy, she took my breath away.

But tonight? Dressed up from head to toe in things that we chose for her, in clothes that fit her beautiful body just right and gave the three of us an idea of the curves that lay beneath the oversized scrubs she wore? Goddamn.

“Color.” Her eyes hooded slightly before they fluttered shut. She looked like a perfect little doll. One we were going to watch and play with until she begged us to stop. And maybe even after that, a dark voice whispered in my ear. My cock jerked forward.

“Green,” she rasped, and I nodded.

“That’s my girl.” My fingers skimmed the delicate hem of the slotted dress. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Elena. You look incredible. We’ve never seen you like this.”

My hand stroked the top of her thigh, and she opened just a little wider for me. I was teasing her, and when her eyes opened, I knew she knew what I was up to. Keeping her on a slight edge, needing just a little more.

“I’ve never seen you three like this either,” she whispered, and my brow rose. “In suits. All dressed up.” Jesus, how was this possible? I wanted to tell her this was only the beginning, but I knew if I did, I would freak her out. Elena took liberties; her hand boldly moved up and touched my freshly trimmed beard. “You got it cut.”

“We went to the barber,” I shared, and a small growl escaped from between my lips as her fingers stroked my jaw a little firmer. Fuck, it feels good. She glanced at the guys watching us.

“For me?” She sounded genuinely surprised. She had no idea of the lengths we would go to for her. My hand rose higher, and she gasped as my fingers made their way toward the inside of her silky toned thigh.

“One day, that won’t surprise you.” The words slipped out on accident.

“You talk like…” She swallowed and leaned forward, resting her forehead on mine. It wasn’t lost on me she was trying to distract me. I’d been an idiot and turned a corner on the conversation, one that was a little too serious for her. And I was going to let her.

“You feel good on my lap, baby. We’re going to start nice and easy, okay?”

“Okay,” she breathed.

“You’re going to stay sitting on my lap. Miles and Josh are going to watch.”

“Watch me sit here?” It was clear she was confused, and I smirked.

“Yeah. We’re going to start nice and easy. Stand up for a moment.”

“Stand?” I nodded and waited. I didn’t need to ask her again. A moment later, she rose, facing me. I stood, too.

“This dress is incredible on you.” I swallowed. “But they wanna watch, and I wanna touch you.”

“Oh?” Her lips turned into a pretty, little O.

“You know what to do, baby. You know what they need you to do next,” I coaxed, letting her take this however fast or slow she wanted. She could have done a million different things. She could have led us to a different chair or even to the bed.

But our girl pulled the thick straps of her dress down. One at a time. And then she pulled the dress down her torso.

Giving us the show of a lifetime.

With every inch of golden tanned skin she exposed, my heart rate picked up. Faster and faster until the discarded black dress pooled at her feet. I kneeled down, lifting one leg then the other as I picked up the material. Making sure to rub each ankle while I was down there.

“How do the shoes feel?” I asked. They were white hot on her legs, lifting her cute little ass just that much higher, making her toned legs look even longer. But it wasn’t worth it if they were hurting her.

“Perfect,” she whispered, and I nodded. We’d take them off later. She was going to sit down soon enough. I walked to the center of the space, where we had set up the three chairs. “Rick?”

“Shh.” I stepped back and took in the sight of her. “Turn for us, beautiful. Show us how that pretty, little set fit you.”

Fucking hell.

Elena had looked like a vixen in that sexy-as-fuck black dress. But in the little lingerie set we chose for her? She looked like an angel ready to walk us straight through the Pearly Gates of heaven.

The soft lavender color made her tanned skin stand out. The contrast made my hands ache to touch. The delicate sheer lace and satin covered her just enough but not enough to hide her dark areolas or her taut nipples. My eyes devoured her. When she turned, my eyes dropped to her ass. It was a work of art on its own. The little satiny thong didn’t cover her at all, and if I was right, our girl had shaved everything.

Maybe she did it just for us? a voice whispered, and I had had enough.

I was done waiting.

I sat back down on my chair and crooked my finger for her to come to me. And Elena didn’t hesitate. Her hips swayed a little more than usual. Without having to instruct her, she took a seat on my lap, facing the guys. They sat up, and Miles even pulled at his tie. Shit, I was shocked as hell we’d kept the monkey suits on as long as we did.

“Ass on my lap, facing them. Lift your legs, on the outside of my thighs,” I ordered.

I had no idea what I had done in my life to deserve this beautiful creature to do my bidding, but there she was, doing as I asked. Trusting me and my best friends not to take advantage and not take things too far. Humbling us because we knew she really believed in us. Elena had faith in us to stop if she needed us to.

Her ass brushed against the hard ridge of my cock that bulged the front of my dress pants, and I wished like hell I’d taken every fucking stitch of clothing off my body. The need to feel her skin to skin was so damn overwhelming my breathing came out in pants. But the temptation would have been too great. The small barriers between us would be what got us from the appetizer we were about to start with all the way to the main course.

“Good girl,” I whispered into the shell of her ear. Once she was where I needed her, my hands had free reign of her body.

And I didn’t hesitate to explore.

“Jesus Christ,” I hissed. “Look at you. So damn soft.” I grunted. My open-palmed hold on her torso stroked up and down. Enjoying the way her body reacted to my touch.

“I knew you would be soft. I told them your skin would feel like silk, and they agreed,” I rasped.

I wasn’t usually a talker.

Miles and Josh were the ones who typically had a filthy mouth. But she brought it out in me, like my soul knew she needed the words and encouragement. “Fuck me, this is softer than that,” I rasped. Elena gifted me by tipping her head back and resting it on my shoulder.

I cupped her breasts, taking their weight before squeezing lightly and letting my hands move down to her little belly then to her thighs. “Jesus, you guys should feel how soft she is,” I groaned. I couldn’t get over it. I could only imagine what it would feel like being skin to skin with her.

In the back of my mind, I heard Josh and Miles growl, but I didn’t spare them a look. I could only imagine the scene in front of them. The sight she was while I touched and roamed her flesh with my dark, ink-covered hands. They didn’t stop exploring her body.

Not when she started to squirm, lining her pretty little satin- and lace-covered pussy up with my cock. I throbbed under her, but I kept teasing her sweet body. Not even when she started to writhe and whimper my name like a prayer, smearing her sweet feminine honey on my lap, did I stop. My hand moved between her legs, and even though I could feel her dewy heat on my lap, feeling it directly from the source was so much better. “Look at you, baby, so wet and needy for us.”

“Rick,” she gasped. I’d never loved the sound of my name more.

My middle finger hooked around the barely-there material of her thong and pulled it up against her clit, making her moan. “You like that, El? You like me teasing and squeezing this pretty little kitty?” Her back arched, pressing herself closer to me.

Rick!” she hissed, then she whimpered when I let it go. With both hands, I pulled and snapped the material, and her hands covered my wrists as she held on.

“Open wide, gorgeous. Show them what’s ours. Show them that pretty pussy I’m going to play with soon,” I demanded, my words clipped and desperate.

I felt her and then heard my best friends hiss with delight.

“Shit. Fucking hell, Rick,” Miles groaned.

“She’s wet,” I roughly shared even though I knew they could see it for themselves.

“She’s dripping,” Josh rasped. I felt her nod against my shoulder. Her ass ground against me.

“Rick, please.”

“What, gorgeous? What do you need?”

“Touch me.” She panted.

I was a fucking bastard.

I liked the idea of her begging.

Of my best friends watching, helpless to give me a hand because we’d agreed on this.

“I am touching you,” I taunted, and she whimpered.

“More. Please!” she strained through her teeth. My nose brushed against her jaw. “More. I need more.”

“Where, beautiful? Tell me where you need me to touch you, Elena,” I coaxed like a dick. She gave a little frustrated growl that made me grin like a fool. Fuck, she was adorable and all ours.

“My pussy.” I loved that she wasn’t afraid to say what she needed. That she wasn’t embarrassed to talk dirty. “Please finger me,” Elena pleaded.

I didn’t need to be asked again.

I was a big guy. My best friends were about my size, if not girthier. I needed to make sure we got her ready to take us completely. The night wouldn’t be rushed. There was no way. We took care of what was ours.

“Rick,” she whined, and that was when I broke. I plunged two of my thick fingers straight into her, and she bucked on my lap.

“Like that?” I strained through gritted teeth. “You want me to finger you?” I asked, sliding them out slowly only to thrust them back in with a force that made her buck.

“Yes!” she hissed. “Hard. Just like that,” she gasped. I glanced down to see her. Her tits were round and firm, nipples straining against the tiny little bra. I couldn’t see her pussy, but I could feel it. Tight and soaked.

“You’re so fucking wet and juicy, beautiful.”

“Rick,” she whined.

“Look at them,” I instructed. “Open those pretty, dark eyes. Can you see them? Can you see Josh and Miles there? Sitting. Hard and aching. Their dicks throbbing just from watching you.”

“Oh god,” she gasped but nodded.

“Look at how good you are doing for us,” I praised, my fingers working in and out of her pussy, loving the way she clenched around them and tried to suck them back in with her inner muscles.

“Rick!” she cried, and I tsked .

“You’re close, aren’t you?” I teased, then hooked my finger to the very spot inside of her that needed attention before dropping my other hand form her perfect tit and dropping it to between her legs.

“You want to come, baby girl?” The pad of my free hand started to rub her little pearl of nerves. “Shit,” I rasped against her ear. My breathing was heavy as the filthy words kept tumbling out. “I can feel it. Jesus, this small little pussy is ready to go off, isn’t she?”

“Rick!”

“And we just started to play, pretty girl.” Her legs widened, and her hips started to move in the rhythm she needed. “Should I let you come?” I demanded. “Should I let Josh and Miles watch you shatter for us?”

“Oh god,” she moaned. “It’s been…”

“A long time?” I guessed. The soft little mewled purr was my answer. “Good,” I rambled. “It’s been a fucking long time for us, too, baby. We’ve been waiting for you.”

“Oh!” Her hips had been rolling and grinding, but it seemed that little tidbit of information really got her off.

“Find it, beautiful.” Her ass rubbed perfectly against my cock. “Watch them watch you. They need to watch you come like you watched Josh.” Her breathing stuttered.

“You guys knew.” Her voice cracked, and I chuckled darkly.

“There isn’t a thing about you we don’t know. We don’t keep shit from one another,” I gritted, strumming her sensitive little love button back and forth. “Soon, the four of us won’t have any secrets between us either, Elena,” I promised, kissing her neck, careful not to nip her.

“Rick, oh, Rick.” Her toes curled beside me. Elena’s nails dug into my forearms. Despite the fabric that lay between us, I knew she would break skin. I fucking hoped for those little half-moon marks. That they’d scar, so I’d keep them as a mark, a reminder of tonight. They’d be my favorite even over the ink that marred my arms.

“You’re close,” I whispered.

“Yes! Oh god, Rick, please!”

“Keep looking at them. Let them watch you fall apart, gorgeous. Let them look at that pretty pussy. Dripping wet, filled with my fingers deep inside. Come for us!”

And like the beautiful, most perfect creature she was, Elena exploded on my lap. A thick gush of wetness surged from her. I fucking throbbed from head to goddamn toe.

Elena was a fucking squirter!

She coated the front of my pants with her wetness while her tight little cunt tried to break off my fingers. Fingers that were most definitely not done with her. I squeezed in a third, stretching her. And our beautiful girl didn’t tell me to stop. No, the little breathing temptation lifted her ass and arched her back, close to falling off the chair. Not that I’d let that happen. My arm wrapped around her middle, and before she fully recovered from that first orgasm, I had her on edge and ready to go with the second.

“Come. Come for Rick,” Josh encouraged, and Miles got in on it, too.

“Squirt that pretty girl cum on him again, baby. Give it to him. Let us watch.” Miles added.

And like our very own angel, she did.

Fucking hell, it was incredible. Her entire body went taut, then thrashed. The muscles of her pussy milked my fingers, spasmed around them, drawing me deeper into her body. Depths I couldn’t wait to feel with my bare cock. I had no idea how the fuck I didn’t come right then and there like some never-been-touched teenage boy. Her cries echoed against the walls of Room One Nineteen. Her wetness baptized my lap.

Fuck me, that was beautiful.

If she called red now, that would be enough for the night.

But our girl didn’t do that.

Slowly, I drew one finger out of her at a time, needing to stay inside of her as long as possible while she came down from the high of her orgasms. I pressed my lips to her forehead.

“You were beautiful. Jesus Christ, Elena, you’re an angel when you come. Our angel.” I dropped kiss after kiss to her skin before tucking her into my side.

It surprised me just how quickly she bounced back. When her body relaxed at my side, I tipped her head up. Elena might have been tired, but it was evident from the glimmer in her eyes that she was ready for more.

And we’re ready to give it to her.

I leaned forward and kissed her. There was no softness in that moment, like she deserved. I was too on edge and aching to be sweet. But she didn’t mind. Hell, it was her tongue that sought mine as the kiss deepened before I pulled away and lifted her up.

“Color? I asked.

“Green,” she confidently answered. I nodded, taking her directly to Josh, kissing her one more time before walking away, knowing it was my turn to watch.