Gabriel: We also like #3. But wear a leotard, Puppy.
Isobel: I was just trying it on!
She set her phone aside to extract a leotard from the drawer Kilian had cleared out for her underwear and was shocked when she felt a hand against her spine. She jolted upright, clutching the leotard to her chest as she spun around.
Oscar tilted his head as he watched her back into the set of drawers. “Fell into another trap, little rabbit?”
“I could have been naked!” She wasn’t. She was wearing the last dress option. Still, she could have been. And why did Oscar have to move so quietly?
“You could have been.” He shrugged.
She flicked him across the chest with her leotard. “Don’t be rude. I’m allowed to be here. I’m allowed privacy.”
“Not from me.” He stepped forward and she tried to scramble back further, but there was nowhere to go. “Heard you had a thing for closets. Thought I’d see if it was true.”
She tried to hit him with her leotard again, but he caught it this time, yanking it out of her hands and tossing it behind him, then his body was pressing up against hers and the little brass drawer handles were poking into her back.
“Are you jealous?” she asked, trying not to sound intimidated and thinking he would just laugh at her for the question.
Instead, he just quietly nodded, his hands tugging at her hips until she was pulled up to her toes, and then he ducked down, planting his lips by her ear.
“I thought I only had to worry about Theo, but everyone wants a little taste of cherry, hm?”
She sucked in a quick breath, feeling his teeth graze over her neck, her stomach clenching tightly. “They’re my surrogates. They’re h-helping me.”
“Is that what they’re doing?” Oscar chuckled darkly, easing off her a little, his dark eyes catching hers. “I have no interest in helping you. So how do you explain this?”
“You’re trying to intimidate me.” She frowned, pushing against his chest.
“Wrong.” He pulled her up suddenly, catching her against his body. One arm wrapped around the back of her thighs while his other hand caught her face, drawing her lips to his. “I just want to get deep inside you because you’re already deep inside me and I hate it.”
He muttered the words against her lips before kissing her roughly, his tongue invading her mouth. She clutched at his shoulders, her body bowing into his, and as soon as he got the reaction he wanted, he dropped her, spinning her around to face the drawers.
“Stay like that,” he muttered, his heat leaving her body for a moment before he was back, his hands teasing up the backs of her thighs. “Colour, rabbit?”
“G-Gr—yellow.”
“Why yellow?” He sounded amused, his fingers slipping beneath her dress to run lightly along the curve of her ass at the tops of her thighs. “Tell me.”
“Because I don’t want to be late.”
“You won’t be. I’m just making sure you’re dressed properly.” His touch drifted up higher, his thumbs hooking into the tops of her dancing underwear, and then he was pulling them down her legs, bending behind her to help her step out of them. He wrapped his hand around the inside of her calf, and as he rose, so did his hand.
She did a quick mental calculation, realising that Oscar was so much taller than her that there was no way his hand would stop short of her pussy if he straightened to his full height, and then he would know how wet she was just from his kiss. Hell, he would only need to hit her upper thigh to know that, because she could feel the stickiness there already.
Hit by a moment of panic, she immediately tried to clench her legs together, but he must have predicted her, because his boots were suddenly between her feet, kicking her legs out wider.
“This is the group’s second debut,” he murmured, his voice gravelly as he gripped her inner thigh, his other hand slowly wrapping her hair around his fist. “You should make everyone sick with jealousy. Violent with it. Nothing should look better than the three of you dancing together. Every single person watching should want to peel their own skin off just to be you.”
He cupped her between the legs, one of his fingers lightly stroking against her clit. “But first … you need to feel all of that for yourself.”
She didn’t know what to say or do. Her throat felt painfully dry, her limbs threatening to go weak and collapse her into a pile of bones on the ground.
“D-Does this feel so good because of the bond?” she squeaked out in surprise, her hands flying up to support herself against the drawers when he tugged her head back against his chest, bowing her body backwards.
“No.” Oscar breathed deeply against the top of her head before drawing slow, gentle circles around her clit.
No?
She froze, and he quickly spun her around, leaning down to capture her mouth.
“I meant yes,” he growled into the kiss. “So don’t fucking worry.” He knelt, pushed her dress up to her hips and buried his face between her legs, a second growl vibrating out of his body and into hers. He pulled one of her legs over his shoulder and began to lick her roughly, all gentleness dropping away from him. He sucked her clit and scraped his teeth over her, making her jolt in his hands before he thrust his tongue into her, pushing it deep into her channel before returning his attention to her clit, a groan building up in his chest. As soon as she neared orgasm, he pushed her dress higher and sank his teeth into her stomach, causing her to yelp out in pain.
“No orgasms. That’s for later,” he snapped, pulling up and spinning her around again, kneeling behind her. “Step.”
She glanced down, blinking in surprise at the leotard he held open, waiting for her to step into. She did, and he slid it up her legs and over her hips. He flicked her dress off, pressing behind her as he reached for her breasts.
“So perfect,” Oscar mumbled, squeezing them gently at first, and then harder. “You’re almost dressed, baby.”
He released her, and she heard the rustling of his clothing before something hot and hard was pressing against her ass. He pulled open the back of her leotard, pushing his cock into the material, nestling it between her legs. He paused there—with her frozen in shock—and cupped her breasts again, his tongue running up along the back of her ear.
She shuddered, and he pulsed between her legs.
“Colour?” he whispered, his rough voice making her shudder.
“Yellow.” Her voice was barely audible, but he must have heard her anyway.
“Because you don’t want to be late or because you can feel my dick, Carter?”
“D-Don’t want to be la—”
He started pushing against her, shocking her into silence. She could feel all of the honey dripping out of her, coating him as he sawed a few inches back and forth, and she almost came just from the knowledge that she was soaking him and he was allowing it. He pinched her nipples and she spasmed, her empty channel clenching desperately.
“Need more,” she demanded quietly, wriggling to get some relief, but he was so careful to avoid her clit, to continue denying her the orgasm she had lost.
“Fuck.” He pushed against her entrance and then backed off a little, suddenly gripping and jerking along his own length, the head of his dick bobbing at her slick entrance with every stroke.