The other man was at the girl’s back, his fingers delving into her tight little hole. An open bottle of lube sat beside him.
“Pres,” she moaned as I stroked my fingers up her bare thighs, watching the threesome in front of us over her shoulder.
We could hear the low grunting and moaning sounds of the room echoing around ours through the speakers at the corners of the mirror.
“Is this making my lamb wet?”
“Yes,” she hissed when my fingers met the soaked fabric of her underwear.
“Mmm, so I see.”
Her arousal was mine and mine alone. I would never want anyone but me and the boys to see her this way. Worked up and needy for us.
“Does my little lamb need her wolf?”
She ground back against me, forcing a grunt from my chest with her movements.
“Please.”
The second man had his cock out now, his hand rubbing lube over it. When he notched it to the girl and pressed forward, my fingers curled beneath Scarlett’s knickers and plunged into her wet pussy. She whimpered and gripped the sofa arm with one hand, her nails digging in whilst I pumped my fingers into her.
We watched the second man push deeper, impaling the girl on his dick. The way she moaned from the stretch made my dick throb. It reminded me of the sounds Scarlett made when we fucked her together.
“Do you see that, lamb? That’s how you look when you’re taking two of them. When you’re stuffed full of cock.”
“Oh god, Pres. Please, please fuck me.”
Scarlett was rocking on my fingers now, her eyes fixed on the scene in front of us.
“Mmm, does my dirty lamb need filling like she is?”
“Please.”
As if I would deny myself the opportunity to fuck her little pussy. I’d never taken a girl to watch with me before. Never wanted to until Scarlett. Besides, I got my kicks from watching the others fuck, so never needed to go anywhere else. They were happy to let me watch, so what was the point?
Now we had Scarlett. My kinky little lamb was just as deviant as the four of us. Our perfect goddess of the night. She wanted to try everything. This was for me and her. Something we could share together. There was no fucking way I could involve the others in this. Scarlett was possessive. She wouldn’t want to see them fuck another girl. But this? We could watch people we didn’t know fuck in private for a price. One I was more than willing to pay for the safety and security of a club catering to your basest desires. I would do anything to make Scarlett happy.
Drake said yes because he knew Zayn’s club was one of the most secure places in the city. The mafia prince was known for running a tight ship. Privacy and security were his top priorities.
I removed my fingers from Scarlett’s pussy, pressing her forward enough to undo my trousers and get my cock out. I pulled her knickers down her thighs to give me access but didn’t bother tugging them off her body. My chin settled on her shoulder a minute later.
“If you want my dick, lamb, take it. Show me how much you need me.”
She shifted back as I held it for her. And slid down on it just as the door in the other room opened, revealing a third man. I smiled at the shocked gasp emitting from Scarlett’s mouth. He was completely bare, with dark hair and dark eyes. The way he smirked as he approached the threesome on the bed made Scarlett squirm on my dick as she sunk further down.
“Room for one more?” the man asked as he climbed on the bed.
“Holy fuck,” Scarlett moaned as he took the girl by the hair, pulling her closer and shoving his dick in her mouth.
I couldn’t help but be pleased with Scarlett’s reaction.
My girl loves this as much as I do. What more could a man ask for?
Twenty Five
Scarlett
When I begged Prescott to take me out of the penthouse, I did not imagine I would end up in a sex club sat on his dick whilst we watched four people fuck. I got it now. Completely understood his fascination. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my life. Watching three men go at this woman like she was their plaything. They gave it to her with wild abandon, heedless of the fact they were being watched.
“That’s what Francis, West and Drake look like when they fuck you, little lamb,” Prescott whispered in my ear. “When they make you take them all at the same time.”
He gripped my hips and made me rock against him, fucking me whilst we watched them. And what a sight it was. The dark-haired man had the girl’s hair in his fist, pumping his cock down her throat and making her gag on it. I could hear the sounds of it through the speakers. The chestnut-haired one, who was fucking her pussy, was running his hands up her body, pinching her nipples whilst she rocked on his cock. The man with the auburn hair gave it to her from behind whilst he held onto her shoulders as leverage. I was riveted. There was a rawness to the way they fucked each other, to the passion between them.