Unwrapping the Night

The ride back to the hotel felt like an exquisite ****; every red light, every slow turn stretching the anticipation until my skin felt too tight, my clit throbbing in time with the low hum of the Escalade’s engine.

We sat on either side of Joe; my left hand laced with Iris’s across his lap, our fingers entwined so tightly I could feel her pulse racing in sync with mine; my right palm flat high on his thigh, fingertips brushing the unmistakable solid, ridge straining against his tux pants.

I leaned into his ear, voice a soft, filthy whisper just loud enough for Iris to hear every word.

“I want you to make her come undone tonight,” I breathed, lips grazing his skin. “Hear her moan your name… see tears stream down her cheeks as you love her deep and slow. Stretch her pretty cunt until she’s shaking, until she’s begging for your cum.”

Iris’s breath hitched audibly beside me.

Joe’s hand moved; slow, possessive; sliding up her neck, fingers threading into her hair, cradling her close and capturing her lips in a deep, claiming kiss.

I watched; transfixed; as Iris melted into him, small whimper vibrating against his mouth, her free hand clutching his shirt, thighs pressing together under her dress.

Thank God the partition was up.

The driver didn’t need to hear the wet sounds of their tongues sliding together, or the soft, **** noises Iris made when Joe’s hand drifted lower, cupping her breast through the thin fabric, thumb circling her nipple until it peaked hard and visible.

We barely crossed the threshold of our suite before Iris’s dress hit the floor in a shimmering puddle of silver.

She looked breathtaking; small, pert breasts rising with every quick breath, dark nipples tight and begging, the Playboy bunny tattoo on her hip catching the light as she trembled.

Joe lifted her with effortless strength; her long, slender legs wrapping around his waist, ankles locking at the small of his back.

I followed close behind, slipping the straps of my own dress down my shoulders, letting the black fabric slide off me in a whisper.

Naked now, skin still tingling from the day’s teasing, I watched him carry her to the bed, the sheets still faintly scented with our evidence.

He lowered her gently onto the mattress.

Iris’s back bowed off the bed the moment his lips touched her skin; kissing down the column of her throat, over the swell of her small, pert breasts, pausing to suck one dark nipple into his mouth until she gasped and threaded her fingers into his hair.

Her eyes fluttered closed, lips parted on a soft, reverent “Oh, Joey…”

I’d told her how that nickname unlocked him; unleashed that deliciously feral side.

He looked up at her; then back at me; teeth grazing her nipple just enough to make her whimper.

A sly, dangerous smirk curved his mouth.

“You heard her, baby,” I urged, voice thick with want. “Don’t stop now.”

He rose slowly; taking off his suit with agonizing patience. Jacket first; folded neatly over the chair. Shirt next; buttons undone one by one, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the dark trail of hair leading down to where his cock strained against his pants.

Iris watched; eyes heavy-lidded, one hand sliding between her own thighs, fingers parting her glistening folds, circling her swollen clit in slow, needy strokes.

The beautiful pink pedals of her sex glistened; an offering, a promise.

Soon all that remained were his boxers; the thick outline of his cock pressing insistently against the fabric.

He hooked his thumbs under the waistband, but I pressed my palm to his chest; feeling the steady thunder of his heart beneath burning skin; and stopped him.

“Wait, Joey,” I begged, voice trembling with need. “Let her unwrap you.”

He turned his gaze back to Iris.

Her eyes were locked on the bulge; wide, hungry, lips parted in anticipation.

She’d seen it before; in the pictures I’d shown her, my small hands wrapped around his girth, my lips stretched wide as I sucked him deep, my pussy filled and leaking his thick, warm load.

But this was real.

Live.

Hers to discover.

Iris crawled to the edge of the bed; slow, graceful, feline.

Her hands trailed up his abdomen; fingertips tracing the ridges of muscle, the faint tremor of restraint in his body.

I kissed him deep; tasting Iris’s lips on his tongue, the faint sweetness of her still lingering.

Sabrina’s lyrics echoed in my head again:

“…you’ll just have to taste me, when he’s kissing you…”

I wanted more of her on him.

I sidled up beside Iris.

She hooked her fingers under his waistband; hesitant at first, then bolder.

“Slow, Irie,” I whispered, voice thick. “Take your time unwrapping his thick cock.”

Joe loved dirty talk. Truth be told, it was just as much for me as it was for him; every filthy word made my pussy clench, my nipples ache, my skin flush hot.

Iris obeyed; pulling the waistband down inch by torturous inch.

Joe’s cock sprang free; thick, veiny, heavy; foreskin just barely covering the flushed head.

Iris’s jaw slackened.

A soft, reverent “whoa” escaped her lips.

“I know, Irie,” I whispered, voice husky.

She brought her hand up; the web of her thumb and forefinger attempting to wrap around his girth.

She held him; feeling the weight, the heat, the steady throb of his pulse.

I saw his veins pulsing, ready to test the depths of her body… and, if she kept obeying me, her throat.

Joe groaned; low, guttural; as Iris stroked once; slow, exploratory; as she pulled his skin back, revealing his cock head.

His hips jerked forward involuntarily. I leaned in, lips brushing her ear.

“Show him how much you want him, Irie. Taste him. Let me watch you take my man’s cock down your throat.”

Iris’s breath hitched.

She looked up at Joe; eyes wide, pleading; then back at me.

Then she leaned forward; mouth opening, tongue flicking out to lap at the slit, slow, tentative, savoring.

My hand found the back of her head; firm but gently pushing; guiding her closer.

She opened wider; taking the head into her mouth, cheeks hollowing as she sucked.

A low, satisfied groan rumbled from Joe’s chest.

I watched; transfixed; as she sank down further, lips stretching around his girth, crawling down, throat working to take more.

My own hand slid between my thighs; fingers plunging into my cunt, in time with her bobs, slick sounds filling the room.

It looked so filthy, and so sexy... and I knew it was only going to get hotter.