Cutting people’s clothes off may work fine in the movies, but it took me forever to sew the pin tucking on this shirt and you are most definitely not cutting it off me. You can uncuff me and I’ll get undressed then we can start again.”
“Well, look who’s the party pooper,” teased Nicholas.
“I don’t mind you calling me names, but you aren’t destroying my clothes.”
“Now that’s ruined a nice dramatic start to our evening’s entertainment,” said Curtis, unlocking the nearest handcuff before walking around the bed to unlock the other one.
Nicholas was already unbuttoning Autumn’s shirt. He placed a finger on some raised stitching. “Is that pin tucking?”
“Yes. You need to use twin needles on the sewing machine to get the effect, and keeping your rows perfectly straight is a devil of a job.”
Meanwhile Curtis unzipped her skirt and wiggled it up over her head instead of uncuffing her feet to push it off downward. Sliding her shoes off was easy. He left her panties on her for now but let Nicholas remove her bra.
“All right. Where were we?” Curtis joked once the handcuffs were back in place.
Autumn lay back on the bed. “You were about to feed me.”
“Or maybe you’ll feed us,” said Curtis, squeezing some orange juice into her bellybutton then licking it out again.
He used the knife to make a little slit in a couple strawberries before pressing a strawberry onto each nipple, then he and Nicholas sucked them off. Curtis made sure he gave the nipple a good long suck, too, and knew Nicholas would be teasing Autumn as well. They thought alike so often, and they both wanted to mate with Autumn. At first they’d just been attracted to her and had used the excuse of the rogue panthers to get closer to her. But the more they knew her the more they wanted her. Now, it’d reached the stage that Curtis absolutely had to have her, to build a meaningful on-going triad with the three of them together.
It would be rather unusual for a wolf, a panther, and a human to join together, but Carnal Connections seemed to specialize in mixing the species together, and besides, he’d never wanted a woman before the way he wanted Autumn. And he sure as hell was going to have her.
Curtis considered Autumn’s body to be the perfect playground for him and Nicholas. Her breasts filled his hands, ripe and full yet soft, her skin sensitive and delicate. Her hips were lush and rounded as was her ass, an ass he was determined to take later tonight. Her legs were long and straight, not fat but not spindly thin, either. Just right. And her cunt was warm, wet, and welcoming, a perfect fit for his aching dick.
Curtis looked at the platter of fruit then at the dipping sauce. He took the bowl and trickled a little sauce between her breasts and down to her navel. Then he picked up a small bunch of grapes and dragged them through the sauce, using them as a sort of paintbrush to make patterns across her ribs and belly. Finally, he placed one grape in her belly button and another one in her mouth. “Hungry, my sweet?” he asked.
She flicked her tongue out then sucked the grape inside her mouth. Damn, that was sexy. His dick grew another inch and begged to be let out of his pants. Not yet , he told his cock, but later for sure.
Curtis sat back and watched Nicholas. He was making a pattern on Autumn’s arm with little pieces of banana intermingled with pieces of orange and strawberries. Autumn twisted her head to watch him. “Do you know what you’re doing there?” she asked.
“I’m making a fruit salad for you. Curtis fed you a grape, now you get a banana, some orange, and a strawberry. Watch.” Nicholas picked up the piece of banana closest to her shoulder and placed it in her mouth. Then he used his nose to push a piece of orange up higher, grabbed it in his teeth, and held it out for her to take with her own teeth.
While Nicholas played with the fruit on her arm, Curtis quietly got out the large knife.