Chapter 14
The suite was huge—a seating area on one side with two large white sofas opposite each other and a dining area on the other side. The lighting was low and moody, and music played softly in the background.
“Let’s eat.” Nicholas stated, taking her hand and heading towards the table. There were a number of silver-domed platters spotted across the table for four.
He pulled out a chair for her to sit, as Xavier sat on the opposite end of the table.
“What do you think of desert first?” Nicholas asked, as he began to lift the lid off the plate nearest to her.
“Sure,” she nodded, clearing her throat. “Desert sounds lovely, thank you.”
She gasped, as she stared at the plate, blinking. After a double take, she realized that it was poach pear.
The pear had been sliced in half lengthwise, and the core had been left intact, after that it had been poached in red wine and set in some kind of pastry with what she was willing to guess was a custard underneath.
The overall effect?
It looked like a vagina. Add in the ice cream that had been scooped onto the tip of it and was melting and running down, and it looked like a well-used vagina.
It had to be on purpose, right?
No one would make a dish like this and not realize what it looked like, would they?
“Poached pear with a maple custard tart and vanilla ice cream,” Nicholas declared with a flourish, as he sat down in his chair, snapping his white napkin and replacing it on his lap.
Adriana knew that she was blushing. Hard. Her cheeks felt like they were on fire, but the guys didn’t seem to care that the dessert looked like something explicit.
And after all they had been through, exploring each other’s bodies the way they had, she knew that she shouldn’t blush this hard, but she couldn’t stop herself.
She watched as they each spread the pale, vanilla ice cream out over the rich, red fruit, making her mouth turn dry from the way they were manipulating the spoon over the flesh of the pear.
Yeah, she was way past the point of no return, she was on the verge of asking them to stop torturing her and just fuck her already. But she held back, choosing to instead rub her thighs together. She had to at least save a little dignity for herself.
Xavier pulled back his chair, and walked to her side, pulling her out of her chair before sitting down, and pulling her to his lap.
“Xavi…” she began to protest, but he shushed her with a finger on her mouth. “Just eat.”
She nodded, returning her gaze to the plate, as Xavier scooped up a part of the pear and hold it out to her.
“Tonight is all about pleasure Ana,” he uttered. “Open wide for me.”
The pulsing between her thighs returned with a vengeance, as she parted her lips for him.
It was delicious and obviously homemade. Who had cooked it, she wasn’t sure but it was incredible, especially the mustard.
“How is it?” Nicholas asked.
“Good, really good,” she responded.
Xavier rewarded her by cupping her neck, and pulling her closer to him, licking the side of her mouth. “Hmmm, you do taste good. There was a little something on the corner of your mouth there. I thought I’d help you out.”
She grinned against his mouth, as she took the spoon from him, and scooped another helping of the pear. “You should have some for yourself.”
She held the spoon to his lips, his beautiful ice blue eyes boring into hers, as he took the mouthful she offered him.
He groaned, the sound an echo of the dam bursting inside of her.
God, she wanted him. Wanted them both.
Her desire sliced through any embarrassment she had at being so horny around them.
She dropped the spoon and threaded her hands through his hair, deciding to take matters into her own hands, watching him as he watched her. She dipped her head low, sliding her tongue along his lips, as he parted them to allow her entry.
He growled again, pushing his tongue against hers—the mustard, cream and him mixing together in perfect combination.
Being insanely attractive and a prince, Xavier’s cock was used to beautiful women, but the one perched on his lap with swollen lips from what felt like hours of kissing was more beautiful than most.
His cock agreed as he was uncomfortably hard, as was the case whenever he was near her. Her heavy breasts weren’t helping—neither were the small movements she made against his thigh. Fuck, if he didn’t get himself under control, he was going to come in his pants like a teenager. He growled and reached into her cleavage, pushing his fingers between her breasts, relishing in the soft flesh.
He fingered her already hard nipple, wishing that it was his dick pushing between the valley of her breasts. But today wasn’t about him, neither was it about Nicholas. It was all about her, Adriana. Sweet, sweet, Adriana Malloy.
“Xavi,” she panted, tipping her head back and grabbing his knee. Her already short dress had ridden up, exposing her pale flesh to him and his brother.
He yanked down her dress, exposing her breast. She gripped his head, making him hesitate. If he got the slightest bit of reticence from her, he would stop and go no further. After all, he knew how overwhelming it must be for her, to be in this position, in a room with Nicholas as an audience. Both he and Nicholas would have to excuse themselves to the bathroom and relieve their aching cocks, which wasn’t a hard thing to do, considering they’ve both been in a virtual state of hard-ons, since meeting her.
But she wasn’t trying to stop him, her fingernails scraped against his scalp, as he took her nipple in his mouth and sucked.
“Nicholas,” she protested, her gaze on his brother who sat next to them, watching the event unfold.
“Likes to watch,” Xavier concluded, returning his attention back to her puckered flesh.
Her thighs gyrated against him, as he alternated between sucking and biting, flicking and stroking her.
Her hands left his head and for a moment, he wondered if he had gone too far, until she shoved the dress down her waist, leaving her upper half uncovered for the both of them.
Xavier couldn’t pull his eyes away from the glorious sight of her bared tits. They were full and tight, fitting perfectly into their palms. He cupped one in each hand, loving the weight of them. A groan ripped through him, and even though he disliked what he was about to do next, he relinquished his hold on her, moving her off of his lap, and depositing her on Nicholas’ lap.
