Oh my gods. Mother of all hell. Kya? I felt my heart stop. I was half tempted to sign the cross over myself for all the things I thought of doing to her in that dress just now. I pulled my knees up to my chin. Not because it was comfortable, but because of a certain growing problem. Aaaand I officially hate myself. How the hell could I keep away and keep her safe if she was going to dress in an outfit that hugged every one of her delectable curves? A dress that showed enough skin to make every man on the planet turn her way, and made her perky breasts seem too big for the dress? I stared at her. She stood leaning her hip against the railing of the stairwell before us. Her dress was jet black that went to about mid-thighs. It was strapless and corset like. The middle of the corset was open but laced up with a thin strand of ribbon all the way from the waist to the top where it tied into a nice little bow. This showed a sliver of her mid-section and breasts which were already pushed up, popping halfway out of the corset top. The skirt was connected to the corset and was thin, lacey, and very fluffy. On her delicate feet were high heels that rapped like a ribbon up her slender legs to the bottom of her kneecap. She wore black gloves that were cut at the bottom of the fingers and rode all the way up to her elbow. A necklace, a heart shaped diamond sat squarely between her breasts. Her curly hair was laced with small black pearl clips. Her eyelashes were much fuller than normal, probably because of the unused makeup kits the mafia girls left. I noticed a faint dusting of black eye shadow that made her eyes pop. Her lips were colored with a bit of red lipstick not a lot but enough to notice. She brought her index finger to her lips and ran it lightly over her protruding bottom lip. I nearly lost it right then.
"Well boys do you like what you see?" She began an agonizingly slow walk down the stairs, making damn sure we noticed every inch of her. She was a feast for the eyes and my gods did I want to feast all day. She reached the bottom chair and stuck out her left leg, leaning on her right. She then placed her right hand on her hip and placed that damn finger on her bottom lip again. She keeps doing that and I won't have any control left. And that growing problem? Yea it only worsened. "Matty dearest?" She asked, her voice dropping to be seductive.
"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on." Yea that'd better be all you lay on her. I heard her chuckle.
"Flattery doesn't work in this house Matt. Or do I have to teach that lesson to you?" Matt's jaw dropped.
"Mello baby?" Her voice became husky. Not seductive but f*cking husky. I contained a shiver. She called me baby. I could get used to that. No, bad. Very bad. I grunted and looked away. I was afraid that if I said anything I might've taken her here and now even with Matt watching. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a bit of her beautiful face fall and Matt rolled his eyes then looked over at me. His eyes narrowed and brows furrowed. He then snorted. He knew me well enough. He knew what problem I had and he just shook his head.
"You my dear have a dance to do." I watched her glare at him, but he didn't notice. He was too busy trying to pick a song. A song I'd only heard a few times came on. I think it's called "Shake that Ass" By Eminem. Yea that's it. And I'm going to kill Matt. Her jaw dropped.
"You're serious?" Matt nodded then restarted the song so she could start with it. She sighed, resigned. Then grinned devilishly. I knew this wasn't going to end up well, especially with that shit eaten grin. She began to sway, o gods. Her hips began to swing, grinding downwards, sliding her hands up her legs, lifting up her skirt just a bit. She ran her hands up her sides, but kept swaying.
"You seeing this?" Matt mouthed to me. I nodded, couldn't believe my eyes either. Kya began to strut over to Matt. My jaw dropped at the scene before me. Kya wrapped her legs around his sides, shimming her chest upwards towards his face, then back down. Teasing him. His mouth hung open. She slipped away from him then shimmied over to me. O dear gods no, and my growing problem was just going away. I clenched my jaw. I realized I still had my half uneaten bar of chocolate dangling from my left hand. She sat on me, obviously noticing the now returning problem. Damn it Kya. She reacted her previous moves but instead of leaving, she leaned forward and bit off a piece of my chocolate. I growled, doing my best to not show how much this was a turn-on. I mean she had chocolate sticking out her mouth. The reached up and bit the pieced, a small one in the tips of her fingers. Chewing slowly, she licked her lips then grinded into me. I felt all the air leave my body and all feelings go there. She chuckled, giving me a knowing grin and slipped off. As she strutted away she looked back, winked at us and slipped the rest of the chocolate into her mouth. With that, the song ended and she disappeared upstairs. Matt looked over at me…. he howled. We heard a feminine chuckle from upstairs. He kept howling and clapping, whistling too. I shook my head and gave him a smile.