Naughty Wishes 4: Soul Read Online Free PDF Page B

her current euphoric state, she went with impulse, dipping her head to press her lips against his knuckles before he drew away. “Sweet girl,” Geoff murmured. “Good sub. You did good. Up off your heels, Samantha Beth. Put your hands on Chris’s thighs.”
    Despite the praise, when she dared a glance at him, his expression was stern and unyielding, matching the tone of the command. She obeyed, catching her lip in her teeth as he dropped to a squat and reached between her legs to push his fingers into her still-wet cunt. Chris curled his hands around her biceps to steady her as Geoff explored. He moved with care, yet did a thorough caress of her channel before he withdrew.
    Turning her head, she saw him rubbing his glistening fingers over his erection again. She quivered as he met her gaze and pushed his fingers inside her to do it again. Then a third time. Chris was watching, his mouth slack and sexy, brown eyes a little dazed from his own climax.
    After the third time, Geoff extended his hand to Chris. “Get up.”
    Wow, Geoff didn’t believe in waiting. He was going to take Chris’s place in the chair and have her go down on him right away. Chris sent him an odd look, but he lifted a shoulder, a Fair is fair kind of gesture. Geoff had graciously allowed him to go first, after all.
    Chris clasped Geoff’s hand and let himself be pulled to his feet. He started to hike up his pants and move away from the chair so Geoff could take it. That was when Geoff showed he had something else in mind.
    She gasped as Geoff hooked Chris’s ankle and spun him toward and down onto the table. The smooth, decisive move left Chris with his chest flat against the surface, one arm curved behind his back in Geoff’s sure grasp, his pants and underwear still bunched at his thighs. As Chris reflexively began to push up with his other hand, the wrist hold kept him right where Geoff wanted him.
    “Grab the edge of the table with your free hand,” Geoff ordered. His hazel eyes met Sam’s. “You think you’re the only one who’s stared at the yard boy and wanted his ass?”
    “No sir.”
    Geoff’s eyes went warrior fierce, responding to the address. Chris looked suddenly tense, his gaze moving from her face back to the tabletop. She thought he wasn’t sure about Geoff taking him over like this, how it looked in front of her. He didn’t seem entirely averse to it, just uncertain if he should be struggling against it. That told her what to do.
    Scooting around the table, still on her knees, she put her fingertips on the edge of the table where she guessed his would end up if he decided to obey Geoff. She gave him a hopeful look, and he brought his arm forward slowly, overlapping one of her hands with his own.
    “Let him grip the table, Sam,” Geoff said. “He’s going to need to hold on to something stronger than your delicate fingers.”
    Chris opened his mouth to retort, but Geoff reached between his legs and gave his testicles a healthy twist. Chris snarled, then his eyes became more opaque as she noticed Geoff’s grip easing to a fondling touch.
    “Did you like handling his balls, Sam?” Geoff asked conversationally.
    She nodded and Geoff flashed her a dangerous grin. “They’re a nice size, aren’t they? All firm and ripe, even after he’s come. Grip the table, Chris. Don’t be stubborn. She wants to watch, but I’m not doing a damn thing until you listen.”
    “You’re using her to make me to obey you,” Chris said darkly.
    “You bet your ass I am.” Geoff slid a palm over said ass and gave it a healthy, hard smack that had Chris jumping in surprise and Sam’s lips parting, thinking of Geoff’s handprint there. Just like on her backside. “Now fucking do it,” Geoff growled. “You’re already in deep shit, yard boy. It’ll go easier on you if you listen. But maybe you prefer it harder. Or maybe . . .”
    Geoff slid his hand down Chris’s taut back. Perhaps it was the strain in those bunched muscles