Having these guys constantly in my bed has encouraged me to buy all sorts of sexy lingerie that I know they’ll appreciate. I haven’t had a chance to really try any of it on, but there’s always a first.
I pick out a red lace bra and slide the matching thong up my legs, instantly falling in love with what I see in the mirror. The bra pushes my tits up, making them look even fuller and mouth-watering, while somehow managing to make my hips look like every man’s wet dream.
I tie my hair up into a messy bun, knowing it’s only going to get in the way before finding a pair of black fuck-me heels to add to my look. I scan my gaze over my body through the full-length mirror in my closet and instantly wish that Carver and Grayson were down for this too.
Finishing off my outfit, I take the black silk robe from its hanger and slide it over my body, pulling it closed and knotting it at my waist. I let the robe fall off my shoulder, and just like that, I feel like the sexiest woman who ever lived.
It’s incredible what just a few pieces of skimpy clothing can do for a woman’s confidence. Add the soft moonlight streaming in through my bedroom window and I feel absolutely perfect.
I walk back out through my room and grab my phone off my bed before bringing up the camera and quickly taking a picture, making sure that all my best bits are on display.
I grin to myself as I turn my phone around to look at the picture, finding Cruz standing in the open doorway with a hungry expression on his face. “Fucking hell,” he mutters, welcoming himself into my room as I attach the picture to the message chain.
Cruz’s hands fall to my body as his lips instantly drop to my neck. I groan, leaning into him and desperately needing his touch, but first, I need to play with King and let him know exactly what he’s late for.
Winter - Don’t be too long. I have a feeling Cruz isn’t going to wait.
King - HOLY FUCK! Those tits.
King - Damn it.
King - Fuck. Cruz, don’t fucking touch her until I get there.
I raise my phone and take another shot, this time getting Cruz’s hands all over my body as his lips press deliciously against my neck. I hit send.
King - Fucking cocksucker.
King - Screw it, I’m coming now.
A wide grin stretches across my face as I throw my phone back onto my bed and slowly turn in Cruz’s arms, loving how his fingertips glide across the soft silk of my robe. “He’s on his way,” I tell Cruz, really not wanting to start without him, but if Cruz pushes me, my control will break, and I won’t be responsible for what happens next.
“I bet he is,” Cruz grumbles, dropping his hands from me and taking a step back so he can really appreciate the view. “Tell me that you’re not going to make me wait.”
I step back into him and raise my chin before brushing my lips over his. “I sure am,” I tell him just as he captures my lips and deepens our kiss. His arms come back around me, and I silently beg for him to roam his hands over my body.
I need his touch. I ache for him. My whole body burns for more, needing his hands on my ass, his tight grip on my waist, his tongue against my clit, and his cock in my mouth. I have to wait; I need to find control.
Stepping back out of his arms, I walk over to my bed, and while keeping my heels on, I crawl across the bed until I’m right in the middle. I sit on my knees and keep my eyes locked on Cruz’s, loving the raw need that pulses through his gaze.
I slowly spread my knees, giving him just a glimpse of what’s hidden beneath my black robe. He groans and the sound rumbles through him, speaking right to the vixen who lives inside me. “Fuck, babe. I’ll give him thirty seconds, and if he’s still not here, then fuck him. I have to have you.”
My eyes become hooded and I watch as he peels off his shirt, slowly drawing it over his head to reveal his perfect body beneath. I must have seen him like this a million times by now, but it’ll never get old.
My control is just about to break when I hear King at the front door, throwing himself through it and letting it slam shut behind him. An excited grin tears across my face, listening as he takes the stairs two at a time, and before I know it, he’s falling through my bedroom door and coming to an immediate stop beside Cruz, his eyes focused heavily on my body as I sit on the bed, knees wide.