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“Like what you see?”
And fuck, yeah, she does. But somehow she has lost the power of speech, so valued in her line of work, and merely nods at the bare-chested man. She has seen Shane naked before; it’s not a surprise, but fuck, seeing him being undressed by Ilya is something out of a fantasy she never admitted to having.
Ilya chuckles at her nod and moves behind Shane again, finally dropping his open shirt on the floor as Shane lets his head fall back against his husband’s chest. In front of them, Rose moves slightly in the armchair she has selected as her spot for the night, nursing a glass of sangria.
Ilya looks smug, showcasing Shane to her, showing her what he can do that she never could. To be fair, she never thought it ever possible, not during the odd times they had had sex together.
He moves one hand on Shane’s chest, caressing then pinching a nipple, as his other hand moves under Shane’s lounge pants. A whimper leaves her mouth as Shane moans.
“Hear that, my love? I think our little mouse finally understands that you are very much enjoying this. Tell her, tell her how this makes you feel.”
She sees Shane’s mouth working, but no words come out. “Use your word moye solnyshko. And look at her.”
And as if the day had not been weird already, she hears Shane whisper “yes, Sir” before opening his eyes, now dark with need and desire, and looking at her moans “Feel so good Rose,” before turning his head toward Ilya.
They kiss and she must zone out for a moment because when she catches back with the action, Ilya is still there, in front of her, but Shane is on his knees and fuck he is sucking Ilya, deep throating him actually and Ilya sports a smirk she remembers seeing on his face when he plays.
If she doesn’t know better, she would say he is proud to show her exactly how Shane likes it, and how she was never going to be giving him what he can. And fair. Because Shane makes noises, he never made with her, moaning and humming around Ilya’s cock, and suddenly she needs to touch herself. Because this is fucking hot and she suddenly does not regret having snooped into the building earlier that day. Because this is better than any porn she could have found on her subscription service.
“Can I?” escapes her lips before she thinks, and Ilya, his hands now pressing against Shane's head and keeping him locked against his groin, chuckles; “You can, little mouse, but no coming until he does.”
And fuck, she should not find this that hot. Yet, as Ilya brings Shane upward and takes him to the massive bed in the middle of the room, she hikes up her summer dress and takes her panties off before settling back into the armchair.
On the canopy bed, Shane is on his knees, facing her, his eyes closed, his hips rocking into nothing as Ilya moves around the room, grabbing a few things she is not interested in for now. She is so wet the sounds coming from her cunt resonate in the soundproofed room and she blushes as Ilya catches her eyes.
“He does have this effect, yes? Make everyone around him wet at the thought of fucking him.” And the way he touches himself, taking his hard cock in hand and give himself a couple of wanks should feel gross and depraved but it mirrors her own movements, and Rose let her head fall back against the chair, closing her eyes and moaning without a care in the world. When she opens her eyes again, Ilya is on the bed settling against the headboard, as Shane moves toward him and as they kiss, it is as if they have forgotten all about her being there.
“I left you gift, on table.” She looks at her right at the sound of Ilya’s voice and see a purple dildo that looks very much like - “Yes. It’s Shane. Will be best fuck Shane will give you.”
She looks up to the bed as Shane whines Ilya’s name. “Is true my love, Rose deserves to have good time. I only fuck you and you can’t fuck her so this is best solution. She gets pleasure she never got, and you get pleasure she never gave, best deal, no?”
She wonders if it feels humiliating for Shane to be spoken to like that, to have his husband give her a purple version of his dick, but as she thinks, she realises she had it all wrong earlier. And Shane’s strangled moans as he answers to the positive while calling Ilya Sir only confirm it. Shane likes it. This room, this space, it’s not just for Ilya, it’s for the two of them, built by the two of them. And if she was not feeling so turned on and needed to satisfy her needs, she would feel shame for having doubted Shane earlier.
The scene on the bed has changed, as Shane has moved up to face Ilya, and they are kissing languidly, tuning her out completely when she was part of their scene only a moment before. Rose touches herself and moans, two fingers sliding between her lips, dipping in and out of her drenched opening. Her eyes are not leaving the bodies on the bed, and Shane's moans match her own as Ilya starts to open him slowly. They have a synchronised rhythm; her fucking herself open as he does Shane, and a silent conversation passes between them before Ilya’s attention reverts completely back to his wanton husband.
When she thinks she can’t take it anymore, Ilya whispers something to Shane, who moves back onto his knees before straddling Ilya’s hips. He is facing her, and as Ilya guides him to impale himself on his cock, she follows his movement with the purple dildo offered. She lubes it up, looking forward to the glide offered it mixed with her own juices, and as Shane takes Ilya’s cock, she pushes the dildo into her cunt; her moans layering with both men’s.
After that, it’s just a matter of following Shane’s pace, as she looks at his quads and thighs and remembers lusting for them once. His glistening, untouched cock is the hardest she’s ever seen it, and she stops thinking after that. She only looks at the movement; everything blurred as she touches her clit with her left hand as her right hand handles the fucking. The angle is awkward, and she is chasing something she can’t really access, so she stops for a moment, slides down from the armchair, and falls on her knees on the heavy rug below her. Then she starts fucking herself in earnest, hearing noises of depravity she can only guess are coming from her as she finally feels her belly curl with need and desire, the first signs of an oncoming orgasm.
She holds on as long as she can, and finally Shane unravels, coming on his belly and the bedcovers, and she lets herself fall of the cliff, her fingers crisscrossing over her engorged clit as she pumps the dildo, one, twice more as her inner walls clamps on the plastic rendition of Shane’s now spent cock.
There is no playfulness in Ilya when moments later he offers his hands and arms before walking her to the bed. They stay there, them naked, her still somehow wearing her sundress, and cuddle until she yawns and Shane proposes they move back to the main house. Ilya carries her bride-style as they walk back, and she protests, as Shane just follows them, dressed only in his sweatpants, smiling and shaking his head at the sight.
“He’s just like that,” he notes simply, later, as they share glasses of water and mugs of herbal tea. Ilya is ordering food, and she slides against Shane, her head on his shoulder as they settle in front of the fireplace.
“I’m sorry for earlier; I assumed things that I should not have.”
“S’ok. Now you know better.”
At that, her clitoris shivers as do her inner walls, an aftershock of earlier, and she smiles. “Yes, now I know better.”
When she leaves late in the night, after they talk through it all and promise never to do this ever again, Ilya hands her a box. “Is yours, is clean,” he notes simply as both she and Shane suddenly sport matching blushes.
“You’re a menace, Ilya Hollander Rozanov.”
“Yes. I’ve been told,” and he winks at her as she hugs Shane goodbye and goes to the town car waiting to take her back to her empty hotel room.
Written by a human in Ellipsus.