“Ricky, you can use your hands however you want, but keep your legs where they are.”
Richard’s hands immediately went to her breasts, caressing them. She could feel his lips in her hair, his breath on her ear.
She was spread wide open to Caleb’s gaze, still wearing her garter belt, stockings and heels.
“Caleb, please.”
“Please what, baby?” he asked softly.
“I want to see you, touch you.”
“Shhhh.” He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers, but not opening them.
He retreated and she laid her head back against Richard’s chest.
Caleb got off the bed and kicked off his shoes. He unbuttoned his cuffs, then his shirt. His eyes were on them, on Richard’s hands playing with Taryn’s breasts.
Her eyes were glued to the chest he revealed as he finally removed the damn shirt. “Mmmm,” she hummed
