Sly waited a beat before answering, and though it was gone within a split second, I could have sworn a look of hesitation washed over his features before he schooled them and answered. “Whatever mia preferita wants, mia preferita gets.”
I raked my teeth against my bottom lip as he repeated his earlier sentiment.
“Take off your shirt, Rose,” Cain demanded.
I removed the shirt without hesitation, tossing it across the room to him when it was off. The air was cool against my chest, and my nipples peaked again.
Picking up the shirt I’d tossed onto his lap, Cain brought the fabric to his nose and inhaled. “I fucking love that my shirt now smells like you, baby.”
His eyes trailed down my body, stopping where my panties covered the rest of me. Without being told, I threaded my thumbs through my lace boy shorts and tugged them down, tossing them across Cain’s lap next.
The air caught in my throat when he brought them to his nose and breathed them in, too. “This is my favorite scent. Fucking intoxicating.”
From his words alone, a fire coursed through me and I felt my pussy get impossibly wet. My clit throbbed, my walls involuntarily clenching with anticipation. I fought the urge to reach down and relieve some of the pressure that had built.
I wanted Cain to do it for me.
Movement in my peripheral caught my eye, and the bed dipped as Sly sat. He rearranged himself, obviously as turned on as I was. He was still fully dressed, so I had to use my imagination as to how hard he was.
“Get naked, Sly,” I said through a strained breath.
His eyes flickered over to Cain before he shrugged out of his leather vest, dropping it to the floor and he reached behind and pulled off his shirt. Digging into his pocket, he pulled out a condom and tossed it on the bed beside me, then stripped down completely. Sly clearly had no issue being naked in front of Cain, but even if he had, his eyes were glued to mine.
Neither of us moved, as though subconsciously waiting for Cain’s next instructions.
“Push her down, Sly.”
Sly reached out and pressed his hand against my chest, just below my collarbone, and lightly pushed me flat onto the bed. My feet stayed planted, my knees up, thighs pressed together. It did little to relieve the ache between my legs. So desperately, I needed more.
“Drop your knees, Rose. Show us how much you’re enjoying this.” Cain’s voice was husky, but methodological. He had a plan. He was the maestro, the puppeteer. And goddamn if I wasn’t fucking loving that right now.
My legs fell open, pussy on full display for Cain. He sat forward in his chair, pressing his elbows into his thighs, boldly staring at the place that was quite literally begging for his attention.
Sly moved around the bed, coming to the foot of it so he could enjoy the view as well.
“Tell us what you want, mia preferita.” Sly’s eyes sparkled as he palmed his cock, wrapping his fingers around the shaft.
“I wanteverything, but I’ll settle for a face between my thighs right now,” I taunted, hoping one of them would hurry up and oblige.
“You heard the queen,” Cain barked at Sly. “Lay on the bed and let her ride your face. She takes her pleasure. Donotfucking touch her, Sly. You hear me?”
“I can handle that,” Sly agreed, and crawled onto the bed. He adjusted himself to lie down and I walked on my knees to him and climbed over his body until I was straddling his face, facing Cain.
Sly gave me aslysmile, then lifted his head to open mouth kiss my pussy. His hot, wet tongue swept through my center and collided with my clit.
The sensation jolted me and I lowered myself further onto his face, shamelessly riding his tongue as I grabbed at my breasts. We fell into a familiar rhythm, having done this time and time again. I tossed my head back in pleasure, unabashedly moaning loudly, not giving a shit about being quiet.
Sly knew my body. He knew what I liked, how to bring me to orgasm quickly, and how to withhold it. We’d become well acquainted under the sheets, losing ourselves physically in each other to satiate the craving for the people we couldn’t have. But despite the pleasure he was drawing from it, this was different.
And as I opened my eyes and connected them to Cain’s darkened irises, I couldn’t help feeling like Sly was no longer in the room. My pleasure was Cain’s, and the way his fists were balled tightly, resting on his thighs, and his jaw clenched, I knew he was struggling to keep his composure.
This sharing scenario was only happening because I had asked for it. Watching me with another man was killing him.
It was written all over his face.
Though my body was wound tight, my orgasm continuously building from the perfect strokes Sly’s tongue was delivering, I felt myself pull away and move off of him.
Cain’s brow furrowed in confusion before he slipped back into the role of running the show. “Lay back down on the bed, Rose.”
