Gregor, watching quietly from a table behind them, shook his head in disbelief. He couldn't believe Tom was actually pulling this off, right there in the moment, with no hesitation or second thought.
It seemed like nothing was ever too difficult for Tom to orchestrate, no matter how complicated or risky.
Meanwhile, Tom led the two women through the hotel's elegant hallway, their footsteps soft on the plush carpet. When they reached the front of his room, Tom smoothly slid the keycard and pushed the door open, holding it wide for Celine and Raila to step inside first. With a confident smile, he followed, closing the door gently behind them.
Tom locked the door with a cocky smirk, his eyes glinting with that arrogant spark that made the air in the hotel room crackle. "Ladies, this night's about to be one for the books," he drawled, voice smooth as whiskey, dripping with self-assured charm.
Celine's warm, throaty laugh bounced off the walls, her boldness amplified by the wine they'd shared downstairs, her dark eyes dancing with mischief. Raila, quieter, her cheeks flushed, let her gaze flicker between them, a nervous excitement betraying her reserved demeanor.
Tom slid onto the bed, positioning himself between them, his hands resting on their thighs with a bold, teasing confidence. His fingers pressed lightly through their clothes, warm against Celine's skirt and Raila's jeans, testing their reactions.
"So," he said, his smirk widening as he leaned back, "let's see if I can prove I'm the best at pleasing a woman, like I said downstairs."
Celine tilted her head, her warm voice playful, a challenge in her tone. "Big talk, Tom. You'd better back it up."
Raila blushed deeper, her soft, "Maybe…" barely audible, but the curiosity in her eyes was unmistakable, a spark igniting beneath her shy exterior.
He chuckled, low and wicked, the sound sending a shiver through the air. "Oh, I always deliver, sweetheart." He initiated a game of touch, his voice a silky command. "Close your eyes. Feel who's touching who."
His fingers traced Celine's arm, slow and deliberate, skimming up to her shoulder, then down to the sensitive skin above her waistband. She giggled, warm and rich, her body leaning into his touch, her breath quickening but steady. Raila's hand hesitated before brushing Celine's fingers, lingering in a tentative caress that drew a shy smile from her.
Tom's hand moved to Raila's neck, his thumb grazing the soft skin before his lips followed, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss just below her ear. Raila's breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping, her reserved nature softening under the warmth of his touch, but the tension held, no climax yet, just a simmering heat building between them.
Tom's hands grew bolder, sliding under Celine's top, fingers grazing the curve of her waist. "Let's make this more interesting," he murmured, his voice thick with arrogance as he tugged her top over her head, revealing a lacy black bra that hugged her curves.
Celine's warm laugh was a sultry invitation, her eyes locked on his, daring him to keep going. His fingers teased the edge of her bra, slipping beneath to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing the soft skin but avoiding her nipples, keeping the anticipation taut. Her warm moans were soft, her body arching slightly, craving more but held in check by his deliberate pace.
He turned to Raila, his touch gentler, respecting her quieter energy. His fingers lifted her blouse, revealing a delicate cream bra, her skin flushed beneath. His lips trailed down her collarbone, kissing softly, each press a tease that made her tremble. Raila's reserved gasps were quiet, her blush deepening as his hands roamed her sides, teasing the skin without crossing into more intense territory.
"You're too damn shy," he teased, his voice a low growl, "but I see that fire in you."
Raila's soft, "Tom…" was barely a whisper, her eyes flickering with a mix of nerves and desire.
The air grew thicker, the room a cocoon of heat and unspoken promises. Tom's hands returned to Celine, his fingers now bolder, unbuttoning her skirt and sliding it down her legs, leaving her in her bra and panties.
Her warm voice hummed with approval, "Getting serious now, huh?" He smirked, not answering, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties, teasing the edge before slipping beneath. His touch found her cave, warm and slick, and he brushed her sensitive bud, slow and deliberate, before curling a finger inside.
The intense stimulation hit like a spark, triggering Celine's first mini-orgasm. Her warm cry, "Tom… ohh!" echoed through the room, her body trembling, hips bucking slightly as her cave pulsed around his finger. Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging in, her warm voice a sultry, "God, you're good…"
Tom's smirk widened, his arrogance palpable as he turned to Raila, his hand sliding under her jeans, unbuttoning them with a practiced ease. "Your turn, darling'," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear as he peeled the denim away, leaving her in panties and bra.
His fingers traced the edge of her underwear, teasing her inner thigh before slipping inside, finding her cave already wet. He circled her bud, then curled his fingers inside, slow and precise, drawing a soft, "Oh… Tom…" from her lips. Her first mini-orgasm hit, her reserved nature cracking as her body shuddered, her thighs clenching around his hand.
Her gasp was quiet but intense, her blush spreading down her chest as she clutched the sheets, overwhelmed.
Celine, watching, leaned closer, her warm hand resting on Raila's thigh, her touch a gentle encouragement. "You okay?" she asked, her voice warm and teasing, a contrast to Raila's shy tremble.
Raila nodded, her soft, "Yeah…" barely audible, her eyes locked on Tom's hand, still moving inside her.
Tom's voice cut through, smug and commanding. "Told you I'd make this night unforgettable." His fingers lingered, teasing Celine's cave again, drawing another soft moan but no orgasm, keeping the tension high. Raila's hand brushed Celine's arm, hesitant but curious, her touch sparking a warm smile from Celine.
The trio was tangled now, their bodies close, the air electric with desire. Tom's hands guided theirs, encouraging exploration. Celine's fingers traced Raila's waist, bold and warm, while Raila's hand hesitated before brushing Tom's chest, her touch growing steadier.
Tom kissed Celine's neck again, then Raila's, his lips slow and deliberate, building the heat without pushing them over the edge. Their clothes were half-gone, tops off, bras loosened, skirts and jeans discarded, leaving them vulnerable, exposed, and hungry for more.
Celine's warm moans mingled with Raila's softer gasps, their breaths syncing in a rhythm that promised deeper pleasures.
Tom leaned back, his rod straining against his jeans, his eyes raking over them with a possessive glint. "You're both too damn perfect," he said, his voice thick with that arrogant edge, "but we're just getting started."
Celine's warm laugh was a challenge, "Prove it, then." Raila's shy smile flickered, her reserved voice soft, "I… trust you."