He presses sucking, wet kisses between my breasts, then slides down until he’s kneeling on the floor.He raises my dress, yanks my panties aside.
His lips find my clit and he does something incredible, something that causes my hips to jerk forward, seeking more of this magical contact.
Sebastian moves to stand right next to me.He fits his hand around my throat, holding me in place against the wall of the elevator.Panic claws its way through me and I stutter, “Wh-what are you doing?”
Fuck, I haven’t stuttered in years.
Mr.Tyler pulls away from my pussy.
“I will never hurt you,” Sebastian says, loosening his hold.“Never.Well, unless you want it.Will you trust me to take care of you, with Kingston?”
Already, I’m missing his warm hand wrapping around my neck.Although it scared me at first, I also liked how solid it felt, like a tether or a collar that’s keeping me from floating away.
I nod quickly.“Yes, I trust you.You can put your hand back.”
He holds me again, although not as hard as before.I want to tell him to really choke me.I know some people are into that kink—it’s not like I’ve never seen porn on the internet.I wouldn’t mind trying it with someone like him and Mr.Tyler—but dammit, I’m too shy to say what I want.
Besides, it seems that I’m in very,verygood, experienced hands.
And mouths.
Mr.Tyler returns his mouth to my pussy, lapping softly at me, driving me mad with desire.I can barely see straight, but Sebastian says, “Princess…look at me.Right here.”
I force my eyes open so I can stare into his gorgeous hazel eyes.
Mr.Tyler grips my thighs, spreading my legs to give him better access to my center.An orgasm is close.Sebastian tightens his fingers around my neck.
The elevator makes a softding.
The men stop what they’re doing.
“No, wait,” I say, gasping the words.
Smiling, Mr.Tyler stands in one smooth motion and lets the skirt of my dress fall back around my legs.Sebastian smooths his hand down my neck and over to my shoulder.
I hold my breath as the elevator doors open to a hallway that stretches to either side of us.Straight ahead is a kitchen and dining area, and I can see past the large dining table to a living room beyond.And past that, floor-to-ceiling windows look out onto a—
“Is that a pool?”I ask.
“Yep,” Mr.Tyler says.
Wow, lucky.Obviously it’s not meant to be used right now, because it’s cold as fuck out there, but in the summer, when the temperatures get as high as a hundred degrees, that’ll be a huge perk.
We’re here to fuck.I know this; it’s been set up from the beginning.Yet I can’t help but gawk at everything around me.The muted earth tones of the place—browns and soft blues—feel warm yet masculine.Paintings on the walls are abstract and match the general color scheme of the furniture and rugs.
“Do you like the place?”Mr.Tyler asks.
“Very much,” I whisper.
“Do you…want a tour?”he asks.
But we’re not here for me to drool over his penthouse.“No,” I say.“There’s only one room I need to see.”
A flash of something crosses his face, and it almost looks like disappointment.That can’t be right.Unless he no longer wants to do this?
I take a step back, toward the elevator we just left.
“Ella?”Sebastian says, a question in his voice.“Where are you going?”
