Free Bet on Me by Alisha Rai

second finger and thrust deep enough to trigger her gag reflex. She let it come, aware he liked the tightening of her throat on any part of his body.
    His fingers left her mouth, and she inhaled as he dragged the wet tips down to her nipple, circling the areola before clamping down on the tip. He pinched her hard, because that was how she liked it, and he knew her body better than his own. The touch shot straight from her breasts to her groin, and she squirmed in his lap.
    Wyatt gave a low laugh. “You're getting antsy, aren't you?”
    Sex and sin were a living breathing entity in the room. Clothes were coming off, inhibitions cast aside. Of course she was antsy.
    “Poor thing,” he crooned.
    Remy slid his hand behind Akira's neck and released the tie of her halter top. The dress fell to her waist, mimicking Tatiana's state of undress. “Up,” he commanded her softly.
    Akira stood, and with a practiced shimmy of her hips, her dress fell to the ground, leaving her in a silver thong.
    It was more than what Tatiana wore under her dress.
    Akira's eyes briefly met hers, and Tatiana was both reassured and excited by the hot arousal in them. She didn't want her and Wyatt to be the only ones enjoying themselves. That would hardly be fair, given how hard they were going to be getting off on this. Tonight, and many nights after, when it was a memory.
    Remy slowly unbuckled his belt. “What did I tell you?”
    The other woman was one of the strongest people Tatiana had ever met, wealthy and independent. But her voice was timid when she spoke. “Don't wear anything underneath my dress. Sir.”
    The cold dominant, the reluctant submissive. Tatiana's favorite kink, the one Wyatt catered to so perfectly. Wyatt slid his hand in her hair and pulled her head back until her neck was arched. His teeth closed on her skin, hard enough to bruise.
    “You disobeyed me,” Remy said, his tone a weak imitation of Wyatt's at his bossiest.
    Akira’s lashes fluttered. “I did.”
    “Get on your knees.”
    Akira turned to face away from them and descended to her knees, the act graceful. Two dimples flashed above the cheeks of her ass. Her hands worked at the man's fly, and she pulled out his thick, long penis. Tatiana only got a single good look as he donned a condom, before Akira opened her mouth wide and sank down on it.
    Remy shoved his hand in her hair and pushed her down farther. “That's it,” he rasped. “Take it deeper.”
    Akira did, sucking more of it in until Tatiana was truly impressed. She considered herself a cock-sucking artist, and she didn't think she had anything on her friend.
    The hand fondling her breast squeezed extra hard, and Tatiana was brought back to her own man and her own game. “You like Remy, don't you? You find him attractive?” Wyatt crooned.
    Ah, the moody lover. Classic.
    When she didn't answer quickly enough, he raised his hand and spanked her tit, the sharp slap against her nipple bringing a rush of blood to the surface. She gasped. “I do.”
    “Did you see his cock?”
    Remy watched her with eyes gone vague from lust.
    “Yes.”
    “Did you like it?” Wyatt spanked her other tit, and she moaned.
    “I did.”
    His next spank was harder.
    “Not as much as I like yours,” she added.
    “Who gave him to you?”
    “You did,” she lied.
    “Who gives you everything you need?”
    Tatiana ground her ass back against his cock, annoyed that two layers of fabric separated them. “You do.”
    “Fucking right.” He dipped his thumbs inside her dress and shoved it off. She raised her ass to help him, and then she was sitting gloriously naked.
    Some long-dormant remnant of modesty flashed through her, told her that it was wrong to be nude above a public place, wrong to get excited over an audience.
    Wyatt’s hands slid up her legs. Remy groaned. The second of shyness vanished as her adrenaline spiked.
    “Fuck, she's pretty,” Remy bit out. His blue eyes shifted between Tatiana and the woman going down