of my pants, and then crawls back to her spot.
She spins the bottle, and it lands on Aurora. Beast and I exchange another look, and I can’t read the expression on his face. He’s turned on, sure, but there’s something else there beneath the surface. He says, “Time starts now.”
Isabelle practically tackles Aurora to the ground. Aurora’s played with us on a semi-regular basis since that first night, and it’s always like this with them. They go at it like they might never get another chance again, like one of us will step in and stop them if they don’t hurry it up. Since that’s a fantasy we’ve played out more than few times, I can’t really blame them.
And it’s one hell of a show.
Aurora’s got her hands up Isabelle’s dress within the first minute, and she’s got Isabelle coming all over her fingers right as Beast says, “Time.”
And so it goes. Aurora lands on Beast, and spends the entire seven minutes in a battle of wills with him while she sucks his cock. He wins. He lands on Isabelle. Isabelle lands on me—and my cock—I land on Aurora. Aurora gets a second shot at Beast.
Somewhere along the way, we start losing clothes. My shirt is long-gone. So is Aurora’s shirt. Both her and Isabelle lost their panties early on. Even Beast hasn’t bothered to shove his hard cock back into his pants after Isabelle spent seven minutes riding him.
And then his spin lands on me.
I don’t hesitate to crawl to him. I fucking love the way he watches me, his eyes blazing with pleasure and his dominant side barely kept on a leash. I don’t stop until I’m looming over him on my hands and knees, our faces even. “Hey.”
“Hey.” His voice has deepened with pleasure.
“Begin,” murmurs Isabelle. I glance over to find her hand under her dress, working herself with her fingers as she watches us.
It gives me an idea.
I lean down and drag my mouth over Beast’s neck. He tenses beneath me, but allows me to work my way up to his ear. “What do you say we change the game?” I murmur.
“Yes.” He turns his head and lays one hell of a kiss on me. Beast always takes my mouth as if he owns me, because he sure as fuck does, and this time is no exception. He kisses me until my arms are shaking and it’s everything I can do not to drop on top of him and grind away until I come all over his stomach. Then his hand finds my chest and he presses me lightly back. “Now.”
We move as a coordinated unit. I shove off him and snag Aurora around the waist, and Beast grabs Isabelle’s ankle and drags her over to him, crawling between her thighs. She gives a surprised laugh that turns into a throaty moan, and I know his cock has found her pussy.
For her part, Aurora settles in my lap easily with a sweet smile. “What’s on the menu, big guy?”
We’ve played out Isabelle’s fantasy of Beast and I fucking Aurora a few times, enough to know exactly where the boundaries are. It’s blatant that tonight it’s on the menu, as Aurora says. Still, I have an idea to take things to the next level. “Is your pussy feeling needy, Aurora?”
“Always.”
“Guess we better fill it up, then.”
Her grin widens. “We were hoping you’d say that.” She reaches past me and pulls a condom out from between the cushions of the couch.
I raise my brows. “You and Isabelle really thought of everything, huh? You’re like kinky Boy Scouts.”
“I’ve fucked enough former Boy Scouts to know those assholes are all kinky.” She rips open the condom and waits while I shove down my pants to roll it over my cock. I don’t give her a chance to get settled; I just lift both myself and her up onto the couch and turn her around so she’s straddling me, facing Beast and Isabelle. Only then do I let her work herself down my cock. It feels fucking good. It’s going to feel better.
I grip Aurora’s hips, keeping us sealed together, and say, “Beast.” I don’t have to elaborate. I never do with him, not anymore.
He doesn’t answer me with words. He simply pulls out of Isabelle, yanks her dress over her head, and hauls her to us. She ends up on her hands and knees between my and Aurora’s spread thighs, Beast at her back. I don’t have to say a