It’s my turn again, so I take up the die and roll a four, a grin instantly tugging at my lips because I know exactly what I want. “It’s dare, Reef. And I want a lap dance.”
“I’m blindfolded,” he complains, but I see his twisted smile. He could care less.
“I know, baby, so maybe you shouldn’t have messed with me.” My laugh is sinister but holds a playful edge, and I’m surprised how much fun I’m having.
“I’ll help you.” Romeo chuckles, taking Reef’s hand.
I hop off his lap so he can get up, then I sit back down with a stupid grin on my face that I know he can’t see. But fuck, this is going to be funny.
Orlando winks at me as he places his phone down on the coffee table. He’s picked the perfect song, “Pony” by Ginuwine, and smirks at me, playing along.
Romeo helps Reef by taking his hands in his and gliding them up my lap to show him exactly where I am, laughing at his expense the entire time.
Reef faces away from me, dancing around. He tries to dip and move seductively like one of my girls would at the club, but it’s fucking hilarious. With his size in the space we have, it’s a massive disadvantage as he keeps hitting shit.
Romeo and I crack up laughing, and Reef is right there with us. It’s the kind of contagious laughter that once you start you can’t stop, and when the song comes to an end and he settles back down into the sofa with the two of us, my stomach actually hurts from laughing so damn hard.
“I could have gone my whole life without seeing this shit,” Onyx mutters, but even he’s laughing at Reef. He picks up the die and throws it onto the table. Four again. “Trouble.” He smirks back at me like a fucking psycho. “I dare you to crawl to meon your hands and knees then use only your mouth to remove an item of my clothing.” Oh my God, the way he looks at me makes me swallow hard. He’s been imagining this for a while, I can tell. But with all of them watching, I’m going to die of embarrassment.
“Of course I’m wearing the fucking blindfold for this one,” Reef mutters as the two of us switch seats.
I drop to my knees and crawl across the plush rug toward him as best I can in my skirt. It bunches up around my hips and ass, and I can feel the cool air skating over my bits. I can only imagine the view Romeo is getting from behind me. But I keep moving toward Onyx, his eyes hooded with lust in a way that turns me on even more. He’s asked me to do this for him, but somehow, it’s me who feels powerful knowing I can get this man off with just my body.
“Fuck, Reef, her skirt is very short. You really are missing out on quite a view.” Romeo chuckles.
But my attention is locked on Onyx. He asked for this, he wanted it, and it surprises me. Not that he wants me on my knees for him. I know he wants control, but that he’s letting me do it in front of them all. I make it to his feet and look up at him. He’s grinning back at me, all playful and very unlike him. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you, trouble?”
Fuck. I suck in a breath, trying to block the rest of the room out. “Yes,” I hiss, feeling my cheeks radiate with heat. Assessing his clothing, jeans, done up with a belt and a T-shirt, I decide to go for the shirt. I run my hands up his legs as I stand and move up his body, then I dip my mouth down near his crouch and take his T-shirt in my mouth, tugging it up and over his head. He helps me a little, sitting forward, but my body is hovering over his, and I just know Romeo has the perfect view of my bare ass right now. I move to straddle Onyx so I can get the shirt off, andOrlando’s eyes meet with mine, heat flaring in them as he licks his lips. He’s not even jealous, he is fucking turned on.
“What’s going on, it’s too quiet,” Reef asks, sounding frustrated as hell.
“Sloane’s sitting on Onyx’s lap with his shirt in her mouth as she tries to take it off, her perfect ass is on display, and Orlando looks like he’s about to jump her bones,” Romeo commentates for him like he’s watching a horse race or some shit.
Shaking that thought off, I concentrate on the task at hand so I can get it done as quickly as possible and move back to my safe and comfortable place on the sofa.
“Come on, trouble, you can do this,” Onyx encourages me, but as he does, his hand moves to my ass and I lose concentration and drop his shirt, saliva dribbling down my chin. He grins, loving my struggle way too much.
Again, I use my teeth to collect a good chunk of his shirt fabric, this time getting it over his head in one quick move. He helps me a little so it comes right off. “Oh my God, that was hard.” I pant, wiping the drool from my chin with the back of my hand.
“Not as hard as Onyx’s cock right now.” Romeo chuckles, thinking he’s bloody hilarious.
But he’s not wrong, I can feel his boner digging into my bare pussy through his jeans. I go to get off him, but he pulls me in for a heated kiss first.
When he moves slowly back from me, his teeth tug at my bottom lip and his eyes meet with mine. “You can follow instructions nicely when it’s a dare. I’ll keep that in mind.” His arm wraps around me, and I know he’s not letting me go back to the other boys.
I cuddle in, getting comfortable.
“Romeo, get me the die,” Reef asks. He and Romeo are now sharing the sofa, Romeo’s hand running along the back of his neck playfully. I wonder what Orlando makes of theirrelationship. It’s clearly more than friendship, even though they haven’t openly done anything in front of him, but there are the not-so-subtle looks and the constant touching.
“I’ll roll for you,” he tells Reef, rolling the dice over the table. “Six, everyone gets a drink,” he announces. Romeo goes about topping all our drinks up and then helps Reef with his. Like this the two of them are kind of adorable together, and it warms my heart.
Romeo rolls the dice again for himself, and this time it comes up with a two. His attention shifts to me, and I feel the heat in his eyes. “Sloane, what’s your ultimate fantasy?”
“What, why are you all picking on me?” I complain, having another large swig of my drink.
“Because you’re the most fun to mess with,” Orlando answers for him. He’s watching me as well, I think curious to know my answer.
“To have you lot all getting along,” I reply with a huff.
