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She’s starting to lose herself in the pleasure, I can tell from how her head tips back, how the rigidness of her posture starts to give way to loose limbed relaxation.
Every now and then she’ll remember there’s an audience or second guess one of her reactions, and it brings her out of the pleasure and back into her head.
“Don’t do that,” I murmur to her. “Don’t second guess yourself. This is supposed to be about you feeling good. Does it still feel good?”
Penelope nods.
“Then that’s all that matters.”
I want her to internalize that. To let herself have this. I pull back a bit, going back to teasing at her clit with one hand while the other cups one of her breasts through her sweatshirt. Just to get her back into the right headspace.
Once she’s putty in my lap again, I push two fingers into her, filling her up more.
It’s a tight fit, and I work her slowly, letting her feel each inward stroke as I press my fingers as deep as they can go inside her.
She’s writhes in my lap, mouth falling open on soft moans and desperate little gasps for air. It sounds so fucking beautiful, and I keep going, playing her body like an instrument.
The other two are watching her closely, and even Tristan’s eyes are dark with heat.
Either Penelope is so far gone that she doesn’t notice, or she doesn’t mind it, considering them a part of this. There’s something hot about that, something that makes me push a little more than I would otherwise.
“Can you feel them watching you?” I ask her.
Immediately her head jerks up and she looks from Xavier to Tristan, taking them in. She shivers hard, body bucking against my hand. Her inner walls spasm a little, and I can tell that’s a good thing in this case.
“Yeah,” she whispers. “I can feel them.”
“Good. They like what they see. How could they not when you’re so fucking gorgeous like this?”
Her whole body is one big blush at this point, but I keep going, not letting up for a second. “Spread your legs more. Let them see what I’m doing to you.”
There’s no response to that, but I wasn’t expecting one. Her legs do fall open more, spread to either side of mine, and Xavier and Tristan have a clear view of how she’s soaking into her panties and shorts just from having my fingers worked so deep into her.
Xavier swears under his breath, and Tristan is silent, but it’s a heavy silence. One that’s full of something a hell of a lot more than indifference. Neither of them are immune to this.
I add a third finger inside Penelope, feeling her body stretch to accommodate me. I like that. I like that her body wants me here as much as I want to be here. Even if it’s just my fingers, that’s hot in its own way.
“Oh,” she moans, hips bucking faster. “Oh my god. Dominic, please, that feels?—”
The words tumble out of her mouth and she seems helpless to stop them.
“There you go,” I say, coaxing her to keep going. “Move your hips. Ride my hand and take what you want.”
She must be fully past being self-conscious about everything because she does it so eagerly. Her hips start pumping and she grinds her ass against me, making me hiss through my teeth.
My cock is already rock hard from this, and I wonder if she can feel it poking against her plush ass. I wonder if that makes her want to take this further.
But this isn’t about that, and it’s not about me. Penelope’s first orgasm is going to be a damned good one if I have anything to say about it, and right now I’m the only one who does.
“Talk to me,” I say, nuzzling at her neck while I press my fingers in more.
“W-what do you want me to say?” Penelope ask, her voice trembling.
“Are you close?
She nods.
“Use your words.”