Bet on Me (8 page)

Wyatt’s hand brushed against her knee, and Tatiana shuddered as if she were the one whose breasts were being pleasured. “Having fun yet? Watching them?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“But that’s not all you want.”

He squeezed her thigh when she remained silent. Not silent because she was ashamed. Silent because she was too busy tracking the flush spreading over Akira’s chest and neck as Remy scraped his teeth repeatedly over her nipples, stretching the flesh with each pull.

“No,” she replied, her voice hoarse.

“Tell me what you want.”

She shut her eyes so she could focus on his words. “I want them to watch.”

“Watch what?”

“Watch you fucking me.” The words tumbled out. “I want them to watch you fucking me, and see me loving it, everything you do to me. I want them to see me.”

Remy bit Akira’s nipple harder and glanced at Tatiana, a small smile curling his full lips. “I see you, sweetheart. It would be hard not to.”

The man was devastating when he smiled.

Wyatt nipped her ear, as if chastising her. “Tell me how you want it. I’ll give you anything you want.” He paused. “Except another man touching you.”

Brilliant. Wyatt was spinning her hesitancy about Remy into his own decree. No wonder she loved him. “Yes, sir.”

“Killjoy,” Remy muttered. He shot Tatiana a bright grin and casually licked Akira’s nipple.

Akira barely flicked a glance their way. Instead, she ran her hand up Remy's leg and squeezed. “Remy.” There was a world of demand behind the word.

Wyatt shifted behind her, and his fingers found the tab of her zipper. Her dress gave way, loosening around her chest. Wyatt slipped the straps over her shoulders, working the material down until she was topless.

Akira finally acknowledged their presence, her gaze appraising Tatiana's breasts. Only her breasts. The woman's gaze didn't go any higher than that. She was objectifying her, turning her into a sexual prop.

Tatiana loved it. It left her free to treat Remy and Akira the same way.

Wyatt licked her earlobe. He brought his fingers to her mouth and stroked them over the lower lip. She allowed one pass, two, but she was hungry for him, and she opened her mouth and sucked in his forefinger. He inserted a second finger and thrust deep enough to trigger her gag reflex. She let it come, aware he liked the tightening of her throat on any part of his body.

His fingers left her mouth, and she inhaled as he dragged the wet tips down to her nipple, circling the areola before clamping down on the tip. He pinched her hard, because that was how she liked it, and he knew her body better than his own. The touch shot straight from her breasts to her groin, and she squirmed in his lap.

Wyatt gave a low laugh. “You're getting antsy, aren't you?”

Sex and sin were a living breathing entity in the room. Clothes were coming off, inhibitions cast aside. Of course she was antsy.

“Poor thing,” he crooned.

Remy slid his hand behind Akira's neck and released the tie of her halter top. The dress fell to her waist, mimicking Tatiana's state of undress. “Up,” he commanded her softly.

Akira stood, and with a practiced shimmy of her hips, her dress fell to the ground, leaving her in a silver thong.

It was more than what Tatiana wore under her dress.

Akira's eyes briefly met hers, and Tatiana was both reassured and excited by the hot arousal in them. She didn't want her and Wyatt to be the only ones enjoying themselves. That would hardly be fair, given how hard they were going to be getting off on this. Tonight, and many nights after, when it was a memory.

Remy slowly unbuckled his belt. “What did I tell you?”

The other woman was one of the strongest people Tatiana had ever met, wealthy and independent. But her voice was timid when she spoke. “Don't wear anything underneath my dress. Sir.”

The cold dominant, the reluctant submissive. Tatiana's favorite kink, the one Wyatt catered to so perfectly. Wyatt slid his hand in her hair and pulled her head back until her neck was arched. His teeth closed on her skin, hard enough to bruise.

“You disobeyed me,” Remy said, his tone a weak imitation of Wyatt's at his bossiest.

Akira’s lashes fluttered. “I did.”

“Get on your knees.”

Akira turned to face away from them and descended to her knees, the act graceful. Two dimples flashed above the cheeks of her ass. Her hands worked at the man's fly, and she pulled out his thick, long penis. Tatiana only got a single good look as he donned a condom, before Akira opened her mouth wide and sank down on it.

Remy shoved his hand in her hair and pushed her down farther. “That's it,” he rasped. “Take it deeper.”

Akira did, sucking more of it in until Tatiana was truly impressed. She considered herself a cock-sucking artist, and she didn't think she had anything on her friend.

The hand fondling her breast squeezed extra hard, and Tatiana was brought back to her own man and her own game. “You like Remy, don't you? You find him attractive?” Wyatt crooned.

Ah, the moody lover. Classic.

When she didn't answer quickly enough, he raised his hand and spanked her tit, the sharp slap against her nipple bringing a rush of blood to the surface. She gasped. “I do.”

“Did you see his cock?”

Remy watched her with eyes gone vague from lust.

“Yes.”

“Did you like it?” Wyatt spanked her other tit, and she moaned.

“I did.”

His next spank was harder.

“Not as much as I like yours,” she added.

“Who gave him to you?”

“You did,” she lied.

“Who gives you everything you need?”

Tatiana ground her ass back against his cock, annoyed that two layers of fabric separated them. “You do.”

“Fucking right.” He dipped his thumbs inside her dress and shoved it off. She raised her ass to help him, and then she was sitting gloriously naked.

Some long-dormant remnant of modesty flashed through her, told her that it was wrong to be nude above a public place, wrong to get excited over an audience.

Wyatt’s hands slid up her legs. Remy groaned. The second of shyness vanished as her adrenaline spiked.

“Fuck, she's pretty,” Remy bit out. His blue eyes shifted between Tatiana and the woman going down on him with such excited fervor.

Wyatt made a self-satisfied noise. He stroked her thigh with the lightest of touches. “Open your legs. Give him a good look.”

She inched them wider. She wanted Remy to see, wanted to slam her legs open wide.
Look what my man is going to get. You'll never touch it.

But that would ruin all the fun.

“Wider.”

She feigned reluctance. “I don't know, Wyatt.”

His voice hardened. “I want you to open your legs.”

Her lower lip pouted. “I don't want to.”

His hand in her hair wrenched tighter, until her neck was arched at an angle that was just shy of painful. She whimpered, delighted.

“Whose body is this?”

“Yours.”

“Mine. My tits.” He squeezed them hard, and then his hands traveled downward until they were both on her inner thighs. He wrenched her legs open. He arranged her so her feet were flat on the couch on either side of him, her cunt spread wide open.

His hand cupped protectively over her pussy. “My pussy.”

She whimpered and made a halfhearted attempt to close her legs. “Please.”

“Please what? I want them to see it. See what a slut you are for my cock. Aren’t you?”

“Huh?” The excitement and lust was overloading her system, making it difficult to think or verbalize coherently.

“Aren’t you a slut for my cock?” He settled her against his chest, the fine fabric of his shirt a smooth contrast to her heated back.

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I'm a slut for your—for you.” Not just his cock. For his hands, his mouth, his everything.

His lips curved against the skin of her neck. “You always have been.”

“I always have been.” She paused, reciting the next verb tense in her mind, too nervous to say it.

I always will be.

“Good girl.”

He stroked his hand down her arm, stopping when he reached her gold bracelet. “I do love this piece, you know.” He pulled the bracelet off and made quick work of bringing her hands behind her. With a couple of twists, the metal bound her wrists.

Since she had taken advantage of his distraction to close her legs again, he wrenched them open. “If you don’t listen, I’ll tie your legs open, too,” he chastised. “Understand?”

She strained against the gold. She was pampered, used to the silk of his ties or scarves. This was brutal and cold. Perfect. “Yes.”

Wyatt kissed her neck. “Remy, let that woman off your dick so she can see how pretty this pussy is.”

Remy's hand tightened in Akira's hair. “Fuck you, no. The only way she's getting off my dick is if she makes me come.” He shook Akira's head. “Did you hear that? Do you want to see what they're doing?”

A frantic nod.

“Then work for it.”

Akira redoubled her efforts.

Remy relaxed further and zeroed in on Tatiana's pussy. “She is stunning, Akira. I’d love to get my tongue in her.”

“Tough shit.” Despite his cold denial, Wyatt slid his fingers up and down Tatiana’s slit, holding her open, advertising her creaminess. Taunting the other man with what he couldn’t have.

Remy's breath started to come faster. Clearly Akira wasn't fooling around anymore. His hips worked, thrusting up into her mouth. Akira made a choking sound, and Remy gave a mean laugh. “Fuck yeah. Choke on that dick.”

“This is obscene,” Tatiana breathed.

Wyatt rested his chin on her shoulder. “Good. That’s what you like, isn’t it?”

Yes. “No.”

“No?” Wyatt spread her wider. “Aren’t you wet?”

“I don’t know.”

“Does she look wet to you, Remy?”

Remy moaned. “Extremely.”

Wyatt looked down her body. “I think he’s right, sweetheart. Let me check.” Wyatt’s hand moved lower, two thick fingers sliding easily inside her before withdrawing. He held the shiny digits up so she could see the liquid on them. “Look at that. Your pussy’s dying for some cock, isn’t it?”

She shook her head. “No.”

He brought his fingers to her lips, painting them with her own lube. “I think you’re lying.”

He inserted the two fingers into her mouth, and she sucked them, eager to tempt him into losing control.

He pressed his lips against her ear, his hot whisper making her shiver. “Do you know what I do to bad girls who lie?”

Remy hissed out a curse. “Shit, I’m coming.” He stopped his partner’s head from rising. “No. Not yet.” He thrust up twice and tensed, his face contorting as he came.

He breathed out and relaxed when it was over, releasing Akira. She immediately sat back on her heels, head lowered submissively.

Remy tossed the condom in the wastebasket near the couch, stood and shucked off his clothes until he stood in front of them nude. His body was more muscular than Wyatt’s, but he was shorter. His cock was pretty, thick even when half-hard, shiny with his come.

Wyatt chuckled. “I don’t think you’re listening to me, Tatiana.”

“What?” she asked absently.

Remy sat back down on the couch and stroked Akira’s head. “You did such a good job, Akira. Come up here and sit on my lap so you can watch.”

The woman stood and moved hurriedly to Remy, as if she feared the man would change his mind. She straddled him with her back to Remy, her long legs on either side of his.

She was mirroring Tatiana’s position. Tatiana inhaled, ready to combust.

“Tatiana,” Wyatt said.

She immediately responded to the controlled violence in the one word. “Yes.”

“What do I do to bad girls?” he repeated.

She licked her lips, savoring the taste of her own body. “You spank them.”

“And then?”

“You fuck them,” she gasped out, the words barely audible.

“That’s right.” He pressed his thumb on her clit and rotated it. “I’m going to give you another chance. You want this, don’t you? Want everyone to see what a slut you are for my cock?”

Yes, yes, yes.
She breathed in deep, her thighs tensing. His touch was too light to make her actually come. “No.”

He stopped, hands lifting off her needy pussy. “Wrong answer.” He raised his head. “Akira. Come here.”

Tatiana’s breath stopped.

The woman glanced over her shoulder, not moving until Remy nodded at her and slapped her ass, the noise lewd and fleshy. Then she got down on her hands and knees, crawling over to their chair.

Wyatt leaned in closer and whispered in her ear. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

“I want it,” she whispered, ready to pass out from excitement. “I’ll tell you if it’s more than I’m willing to do.”

Satisfied, he looked over her shoulder at Akira, who was sitting between her open legs, her avaricious gaze on every inch of Tatiana’s spread, naked body.

“I need an extra set of hands,” Wyatt explained kindly. “Don’t finger her or touch her in any other way. Hold her pussy lips open for me.”

Dear God, was he trying to kill her? She rubbed her ass against him. His cock was steel hard at her back, but as always, he had iron control over his needs.

Fingers, softer than Wyatt’s, brushed over the curls on her mound. Those slender fingers landed on either side of her pussy and pushed the lips open.

Tatiana strained against her bonds, tilting her head back, but he was a solid force behind her. That touch alone, that foreign, unfamiliar touch, was enough to shoot her through the stratosphere.

“Thank you, Akira,” he said, ever the gentleman, and then brought his hand down with a sharp crack over her pussy.

Her body tightened, and on the second slap she came, twisting against his hard arm around her and the metal that bound her tightly.

She came back to earth to find Akira still holding her spread open. Wyatt lazily inserted three fingers inside her and thrust a few times, giving her clit time to lose its oversensitivity after her climax.

“You let her come like that?” Remy
tsk
ed. “Akira doesn’t so much as think of coming without my say-so.”

Akira’s snort was low, but obvious. Tatiana gave a weak smile.