16. Lace

16

LACE

The kisses weren’t enough.

I don’t know what the boys are planning, but when I tried to make out with Bandit on the way home after my shift, he settled me back onto my side of the truck and pressed a finger to my lips. “Gotta wait. Have a surprise for you.”

My breath caught in my chest, my breathing ragged. I was ready to fuck him right there and then. Holding my arms around him was just as good as when I did it with Manny. I had that same feeling of protection and… something. Not love. Neither of them love me, but it felt like something more than just fooling around.

Manny and I have shared a few stolen kisses, but as he’s been up early and I’m not an early riser, I’ve missed him several mornings. Having to take care of myself when I’ve got two strapping men at my beck and call seems kinda off.

“I need something,” I tell Bandit. “Manny’s being just as coy as you.”

“Good. We made a pact.”

My eyes go wide. “A pact?”

“Kinda.”

I put my hands on my hips. “What, exactly, pray tell, are you talking about?”

His stupid grin makes my heart flutter. “No sex until the weekend.”

My eyes instantly light up. “What do you have planned for the weekend?”

“Mind your business.” He presses a kiss to my lips, but it’s chaste.

“Let me suck you off.”

He groans. “Babe.”

“Please.”

“But that won’t help you, and I know you’re sufferin’.”

“So, help a girl out?” I groan, frustrated. “I need to get off, Jonah, and I want it to be with you.”

“Or Manny? You could go climb into his bed right after this.”

She shakes her head. “Nope. He has his rules.”

“You mean to tell me he hasn’t changed those damn rules yet? Even with you under his roof?”

I bite my lip. “I know, right? What’s a girl gotta do?”

He cups my cheek. “It’ll be worth it. We’ve got something planned together, and you’re gonna like it.”

“You don’t play fair!” I swat his shoulder.

“Fine. I’ll finger fuck you, that good enough for now?” I smile, his spare hand roaming down body to cup between my legs. “Is my baby wet?”

“So wet,” I breathe.

He runs his hand up my thigh, my wet heat apparent as he snarls. “You know, I still have your underwear, and I want these, too.”

“Starting a collection?” I lose my grin when he slides his hand inside my panties. He makes a guttural sound in the back of his throat when he feels my wetness. “Told ya.”

“Fuck.”

“Oh.”

He circles my clit and I’m there. I’m so shameless, but I’m so close just from one touch.

“Tits out,” he barks. I’m learning he loves me wearing dresses because of the easy access. When I drop a strap and he sees no bra, he tsks. “Naughty girl.”

He pinches my nipple as I spread my legs, then he slides one finger into my pussy.

“Jonah.” My moan is long and hard. “I wish it was your cock.”

His eyes are hooded, and I know how easy it would be to take his cock out and ride him, right here, right now, but I want what he has on Saturday, too.

“I wish it was, too, but I made a promise.”

“To Manny?” I breathe.

He closes his eyes, sliding one more finger inside as he continues to pull on my nipple. “Yes.”

“Are you two getting along now?”

“Stop talkin’ about him while I finger fuck you.”

He rubs my nub with his thumb and I’m seeing stars. All week I’ve been so pent up. So full of lust at what we’re doing, and now I have confirmation, I’m happier than ever. I’ve tried to stay clear of both of them this week, giving them the much needed time to think. My stance hasn’t changed; I want them both.

I come, squeezing his wrist as it moves between my legs. I can’t contain my moans as he drags my pleasure out of me. He leans down to my breast, suckling my nipple into his mouth. “So pretty,” he murmurs. “Such a pretty pussy.”

But he stuck true to his word and did nothing more, except give me two more orgasms using his fingers.

When I arrived home, Manny’s light was off and I crept into bed, sated and tired, but also wired because my mind had been spinning about all the possibilities of what was to come.

Now we’re here.

I stare up at After Dark, Manny’s hand in mine. He’s been so affectionate since we left home. Kissing me on my bare shoulder. My tiny, strapless pink dress hugging my curves and accentuating my breasts. He can’t keep his hands and his mouth off me. We don’t even line up, Manny flashes something at them and he gets let through.

Inside is just as I remember from last time. It’s dark. The music is loud. And there are stages all around with women and men in different stages of undress. The vibe is sexy as hell, and as Manny runs his other hand over my stomach when he pulls me in front of him, I know he’s ready for whatever tonight brings. I not only see it in the sparkle of his eyes, but also the hard bulge pressing against my back. He’s hot for it.

“Are you okay, Princess?”

I smile. “Princess? I thought I was Chantilly?”

“You’re more than Princess, you’re a Queen.”

I push my ass against him, and he groans. “Let’s get inside before I find the next available surface to fuck you on.”

Hearing Manny talk so dirty does things to me. Knowing he wants me and he’s held off, probably because Bandit told him to, has me dripping wet. I know whatever happens tonight, my pussy is gonna be grateful.

We make our way through the club, my eyes everywhere as bodies dance. Nobody is allowed to get naked on the floor — except the dancers — or have sex, but there are rooms all around with viewing areas and private rooms for when all of this gets too much. I hope to hell the boys have rented a room tonight.

I squeeze Manny’s hand. “This is hot.”

He looks down at me, his lips curl up. I love his smile. I love his energy. He leans down and plants a kiss on my lips. “We can be ourselves here.”

I love those words. Ourselves.

He orders our drinks, and I glance around. There’s a woman on stage dressed only in a g-string. Her dance is so sensual, so beautiful that I’m mesmerized. I’m not into women sexually, but I can appreciate a fine rack when I see one.

“Wanna walk around for a little bit?” he whispers, holding a champagne flute in front of me.

I nod, taking it gratefully. “Okay.”

There is security literally everywhere, and that’s not a bad thing. They kinda blend into the crowd, and I’m so grateful that Cash has got none of the boys manning the security over here. I know that’s so they don’t get involved in any of the shenanigans. There are still plenty of single men, and women, in the club who’d be up for this.

He takes my hand again, and we take our time, watching all the different stages. Women in cages, dancing erotically. We move down a corridor to one of the viewing rooms. We stop, Manny behind me, his hands at my waist as he holds his drink precariously.

Inside is a woman sitting on a luxury chair, her arms wide as she rests against a huge bed, and there’s a man on the floor, his head between her legs as he eats her out. Her tits are huge, and because of how he’s kneeling, I can see his dick. It’s fully erect, and he’s tugging it with one hand.

“Shit,” I mutter.

Manny’s mouth is at my neck. “Sexy, huh?”

“So sexy,” I whisper. I can’t hear her moans of pleasure, but I can see them. We watch as he stands, pulling her over the loveseats so they’re sideways. He bends her and spreads her ass cheeks, then slides his cock inside. He rams into her hard and fast.

Manny’s hand rises to my breast, cupping it. “Is this okay?”

“Play with them.”

He chuckles, resting his drink on the ledge next to us, his other hand cupping my other breast. He tests their weight, then rubs his thumbs over my tight nipples. I groan, not even caring if anyone hears; the music is too loud, anyway. He fondles me, his teeth grazing my neck as we watch them fuck. I feel how hard he is, and I remember how beautiful he looks naked.

Still, I know tonight is not about me, it’s about my boys. “Is he here?” I manage, my head lolling back onto his shoulder.

“Yes.”

“Where?”

He trails his tongue up my neck. “VIP room. This was all his idea.”

“Shit, Manny. Is he gonna give us a lap dance?”

He chuckles. “I certainly fuckin’ hope not. I’m ready to blow just watchin’ you watchin’ this.”

“It’s so hot.”

“Not as hot as you.”

He pulls on both my nipples, and even though we’re in public and it’s dark, I want him to get my tits out and play with them as we watch.

“Mmmm.”

“Your sexy moans are making me leak in my pants.”

“Manny, I can’t last, please.”

He turns my head, his mouth finding mine as we kiss. His tongue softly coaxes mine and we get lost in a dance I never want to come back from. I’m lost. He smells fucking divine; masculine, but also like cookie dough. I love it.

“Patience, Princess.” He pulls back, turns and downs his champagne, discarding the flute on the ledge. “Let’s go. He’s waiting.”

He’s waiting. Oh, God.

I’m so turned on, I’m soaked. Embarrassment flushes my cheeks as we keep walking, passing couples looking into rooms. Some are making out, some look like they could be having discreet sex the way their bodies are moving.

Manny’s hand on my back makes me feel so safe. We get to a back room blocked off, Manny flashes the card again and the beefy man at the door lets him through.

He seems to know where he’s going, either that or he has instructions. I swallow hard, so turned on. It’s like every nerve in my body has become a live wire. Then, we move over to a mesh curtain, the number above on a plaque, and Manny pulls me inside. It faces a bar where couples sit around, talking, making out, but no sex is taking place out in the open.

As we step inside, Manny kisses my knuckles. “You look so pretty.”

I smile, his words warming my heart. A few moments later, he’s pulling me onto a very comfortable looking couch laid with soft cushions. A bartender hovers in the entryway, a tray of champagne in his hand, and Manny lifts from the couch to grab two more glasses. I don’t want to be drunk for this, but the bubbly liquid is taking some of the edge off. Manny sits and hands me the flute. I take a small sip as he leans into me, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

Then a door at the side opens and Bandit appears. He’s wearing… a suit, the shirt open at the nape, his tie hanging either side. This was one of the outfits he wore the time we saw him at The Vault XL. My spine tingles with how hot he looks. A little disheveled; his usually neat and tidy hair is messed up a little. The tattoos covering his entire body peek out between the glimpses I catch in the dim light. He stalks toward me and I almost drop my champagne flute. Is he… is he going to perform?

I steal a glance at Manny, and he’s transfixed. I mean, how could anyone alive not be? Bandit has a look on his face that spells lust personified. He has a primal glint in his eye that gives me goosebumps. The thunder that rolls off him has me panting, wanting to touch him.

“You’re late,” his words are brusque as his eyes dart down to Manny’s hand on my leg. My dress is super short, and boy am I glad I wore it now because his gaze rakes over me hungrily.

“What are we doing here?” I whisper.

His lips twitch. “What do you think you’re doin’ here, Princess?”

There’s that word again.

“Did you two come up with that all on your own?” I reach for his undone tie, pulling on it so he moves toward me.

His eyes dart to Manny briefly. “We came to an understanding.”

“Oh?” I peek at Manny. His eyes flick to mine and he dips his head, his lips brush against mine.

“We did,” he breathes. I love that I do this to him, that we do this to him. His touch is warm, comforting, it makes me want more. I’m breathy when he pulls back. I don’t need to look at Bandit to know that he’s got that look on his face that crosses between jealousy and lust. It’s so fucking hot.

“And what understanding is that?” I manage.

Bandit smirks, his eyes darting to Manny. “You.”

I swallow hard, my mouth dry. “Me?” I practically squeak.

Bandit tilts my chin up as he bends down. “You sound surprised?”

I can’t hide my smile. “I’m shocked you two managed to come to any kind of agreement.”

“It was easy when it comes to you.” He bends, pressing a kiss to my lips. It’s brief, and he doesn’t deepen it, making me want to pull him closer.

I want to tease him, just like he’s teasing me. “Why’s that? What do I do to you?” I turn to Manny. “To both of you.”

Manny bites down on his bottom lip, addressing Bandit. “Look how pretty she is, how flushed her skin is and we’ve barely touched her yet,” his voice is low.

“Did you see anything you liked on the way here?” Bandit whispers.

I nod. “Two people fucking.”

A wide grin spreads across his face, and it’s just now that I realize he doesn’t smile nearly enough. “Did it turn you on?”

“Not as much as the sight of you two does,” I tell them honestly.

The music surrounding us is exotic and sensual, and when Bandit starts to touch himself, his hands moving up his body, my eyes follow. My breath catches in my chest as he slides the tie off his neck and wraps it around my neck. He pulls me to him, so I’m level right at his dick and fuck me if he doesn’t press it against my face. I feel how hard he is and I groan.

“Does our little Princess want to watch me take my clothes off?” he purrs.

I bite my lip, unable to move as I kiss his dick over his pants. I look up at him. “Yes, Jonah. Yes.”

He glances at Manny, and I marvel at this version of him. He’s unafraid, risque, and doesn’t give a shit if Manny sees him like this. Confidence oozes off him, and it makes me weak at the knees. I reach for my drink, taking a sip as I glance back at Manny. His eyes meet mine.

“Are you okay?” he asks, brushing his fingertips over my shoulder.

“I’m more than okay when I’m with you two, behaving like this for me.”

“Touch him,” Bandit says. “See if he’s hard for you.”

I close my eyes for a moment. Unable to refrain from staring at Bandit, they flip open again. I slide my hand up Manny’s thigh to cup him between his legs. He’s rock hard, as expected, and the hiss that leaves his throat has me wanting to get naked, and fast. But it looks like the boys want to drag this out, and I’m down with that.

“He is,” I whisper.

“Play with him.”

“Fuck,” Manny whispers.

“Are you going to dance for us, or just stand there?” I stammer.

He sways his hips so seductively, so slow and sexy, that my eyes become hooded when I watch his body move. His muscles ripple, his abs so tight it’s hard to imagine he’s real.

“His body’s amazing,” I whisper to Manny. He’s spread his legs to give me better access. “Isn’t it?” The more these two relax around each other, the easier it’ll be to enjoy it.

“Yes,” Manny agrees.

I tug on the end of Bandit’s tie, sliding it from around his neck. He shrugs off his shirt, dropping it into my lap, and I lift it to inhale. It smells like him; sex on a stick.

Bandit comes closer, moving his hips in sexy, slow waves and I almost whimper when he loosens the top button of his pants. I want to rip them off him, ride him on this very couch. Right here. Right now. I’ve never been so turned on before.

I still fondle Manny as he pulls me closer to his side. One hand snakes down my side to cup my tit. He rubs his fingers back and forth over my hardened nipple and I’m so goddamn wet I might explode.

“That’s a very sexy dress.” Bandit turns, wiggling his ass in my face and I press one hand to his rock hard ass cheek and squeeze it.

“Take your pants off,” I beg him.

Bandit just laughs. “Looks like our little minx is gettin’ demandin’, Mans, what do you think?”

Manny groans when I squeeze his cock a little harder. “I think she’s fuckin’ perfect.”

“Are you gonna fuck her?” his voice is menacing and low.

I’m shocked, my ovaries exploding when Manny says, “If you’ll let me.”

Jonah reaches out, pinching Manny on the chin. “Good boy.”

Holy shit balls.

“Oh,” I gasp when Manny’s hand disappears under the top of my dress, his bare hand playing with my nipple as I squirm in the chair. Bandit’s ass gyrating around and around as he turns again.

He lowers his zipper. “The question is, will she let us?”

“Yes!” I plead desperately. “Of course I will. I’m so wet. I need relief.”

That only makes Bandit smile wider. “You do?”

I watch as he shrugs his pants off, and they land on the floor. He stands in tight, gray boxer briefs and I’m momentarily reminded of how goddamn beautiful his dick is, even though I can’t see it through the material of his underwear.

“Pull her dress down,” he commands to Manny. “I wanna see those tits.”

My fondling is making Manny squirm in his chair now, so when he tugs at the material underneath my breasts and they pop out, I help myself by unzipping him and diving my hand under his jeans and into his underwear.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans.

Bandit reaches out, tugging on one nipple as he basically gives me a lap dance. I almost come when he glances at Manny, his hooded eyes tempt me as he dips to watch my hand stroking Manny’s dick inside his briefs. “Is he big?” Bandit licks his lips.

“So big.”

“I bet he tastes amazin’.”

Manny’s eyes widen, and I know he’s enjoying Bandit’s dirty, unexpected words.

“Oh, God,” I cry when both Manny and Bandit pull on each nipple. I press my other palm to Bandit’s cock, straining against the material of his briefs. They leave nothing to the imagination.

I glance at Manny, and his eyes are glued to Bandit’s bulge. I don’t blame him, it’s impressive.

Bandit turns, pulling his boxers down so I see half his naked ass. God, he’s so beautiful.

“I need sex,” I blurt. “I need to have sex now!”

Bandit turns to look over his shoulder; Manny is still playing with my boobs as I become even more frustrated that his hand isn’t between my legs.

“Did you hear that, Mans? Our Princess needs relief, you gonna do the honors?”

I die and go to heaven when Manny’s eyes open, finding Bandit’s as he grins. “I thought you’d never ask.”