I brought my hands up to the neckline of my black lace dress, fingering the edges and then slowly running my palms over my full breasts. As I gave them a squeeze, I saw both men swallow, and then Jagger scooted forward to the edge of the couch and unbuttoned the sleeves of his black dress shirt. He rolled them up his forearms, his attention still firmly on me, while Slade resumed massaging his growing erection.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Slade rasped, as I slid my hands down over my hips to the edge of my dress. It barely covered my ass, so I turned away from them and gripped the sides of the dress, and as my hips continued to move in time to the music, I shimmied the clinging material up my thighs. There was a sharp intake of breath behind me as I lifted the dress up over the curve of my bare cheeks, where only a sliver of a black satin thong could be seen. Then I bent forward at the waist, giving them a view that would hopefully have them removing a bit of clothing too.
“Goddammit. You’re asking for it, wildcat.” Lust laced Jagger’s words.
As I straightened, I flipped my head back, my hair cascading down my shoulders, and then I faced them with a smirk on my lips. “You boys have no idea.”
“I think we have some idea,” Slade said, popping the button of his jeans. Just the thought of getting my hands—and mouth—on what he was packing had me licking my lips.
“But you still haven’t done what I asked.” My eyes flicked to Jagger, who was now on his feet and walking around the coffee table toward me, and as I tracked his progress, I heard movement from my other side—Slade shifting off the chair.
“And what was that again?” I said, trying to calm my racing pulse. “It must’ve slipped my mind.”
The delicious smell of Jagger’s cologne was intoxicating as he got closer, and when I pivoted to face him, I couldn’t help but drink in every mouth-watering inch of his tall frame.
Jesus, he was ridiculously hot. In his tailored shirt and pants, he almost looked like a respectable businessman, but those eyes gave him away. There was an edge to them, a fire that was smoldering just beneath the surface, and God help me, I wanted to be consumed by it.
“If I remember correctly…” he said, and reached out to finger a strand of my hair. I swayed a little closer to him, hypnotized by his voice, his scent, the promise of wickedly carnal delights. Then he took my chin as he whispered above my mouth, “I told you to take off this dress.”
I sighed, and my thighs clenched, as the rough timbre of his voice all but stroked me between my legs.
“But since you can’t seem to follow direction…” I could taste the alcohol lingering on his breath, and as I shifted closer, trying to get my first taste of him, Jagger chuckled and looked over my shoulder. “It looks like we’re going to have to lend you a…couple more hands.”
Two strong hands found my waist then, as Slade shifted in behind me. His palms were huge, his fingers splayed apart as they gently dug into my waist and pulled me back so he could nestle his erection up against the crack of my ass.
Jagger let go of my hair to stroke the back of his hand down the bare skin of my chest, and when his fingers reached the low cut of my cleavage, he flashed a grin at me and said to Slade, “Unzip her dress.”
“Fuckin’ gladly,” Slade murmured. As he drew the zipper down, parting the lace, the cool air hit my bare skin, sending goosebumps across my body. My nipples hardened in anticipation, and I didn’t have to wait long. As soon as Slade had me unzipped, Jagger fingered the thin straps of the dress and then slid them down off my shoulders. Before I could blink, the black lace dropped to the floor, leaving me naked between two hot bodies—that were still, unfortunately, fully clothed.
Jagger took his fill, that intense gaze roaming over me as Slade gripped my waist again. His chin lowered to rest on my shoulder as he looked down at all that had been revealed, and then he let out a string of curses that would’ve made a sailor blush.
“Like what you see?” I couldn’t help my smile then, because damn, I’d thought about both of them individually and what it would be like to have their eyes, hands, and mouths on me, but never in all those wild daydreams had I imagined the three of us together at the same time. We’d barely just begun, and already tonight was surpassing every fantasy I’d ever had.
“You have no fucking idea how much,” Slade murmured against the crook of my neck as he wrapped an arm around me from behind and his other hand snaked up from my waist, traveling higher…higher…
As Slade’s thumb skimmed the underside of my breast, I let out a shaky breath. “So show me.”
Jagger didn’t hesitate. He took a step back, his gaze never leaving us as he began to unbutton his collared shirt. The dark, smooth skin that came into view as he pulled the shirt free from his pants and tossed it onto the couch was unblemished—not a tattoo, not a piercing in sight. He was a total contrast to Slade, and it was that mix of opposites that had my desire for both men sparking.
A throb began between my thighs as Slade cupped my breast, his long fingers expertly working my nipple as I took in the strong, lean muscles of Jagger’s arms and torso. Slade’s lips ghosted up the line of my neck as his fingers continued to play, and when the hand still resting on my waist began to slide south, I raised an arm and hooked it back behind his neck, giving him better access—it also gave Jagger one hell of a view.
As the man behind me groaned by my ear, the one in front of me let out a low growl and popped open the button of his pants. Slade’s fingers flirted with the edge of my panties; he ran the tips over the small bow there, and I jutted my hips forward in an effort to get him to go lower.
My pussy was throbbing, my panties soaked, and as I stared at Jagger, who was busy watching Slade’s fingers, I couldn’t stop myself from saying, “So you like to watch, huh?”
When Jagger’s eyes found mine, I noticed the way his lips were drawn tight and his jaw ticked, and then Slade chuckled by my ear.
“Be careful little girl,” Slade said, but it was too late now. I’d thrown caution to the wind back in the bar. I wanted whatever it was that was on the other side of that warning, and I was going to use everything in my power to get it.
I placed my free hand on top of Slade’s where it rested low on my abdomen, and with my eyes locked on Jagger’s, I directed Slade’s fingers beneath the front of my thong, dipping our fingers down…down…down, until—
“Fuck it.”
—Jagger finally snapped.
He took two steps forward, grabbed hold of my chin, and crushed his mouth on top of mine. I opened for him immediately, and Jagger thrust his tongue deep inside my mouth at the same time his hand slid down over mine and Slade’s.
I gripped the back of Slade’s neck and moaned as I shoved my hips forward, and Jagger guided all of our fingers between the slick folds of my sex. He sucked on my lower lip, as Slade nipped at my ear, and then Jagger issued a ragged promise I knew I’d never be able to forget.
“I hope you’re ready, because we’re going to fucking devour you tonight, wildcat.”
Chapter Four
THE FIRE IN Jagger’s eyes was now burning out of control, as I panted, my breasts rising and falling as one of them—I had no idea who—grazed his thumb over my clit, then Slade said by my ear, “Fuck. You’re so damn wet.”
I had no doubt, which made the only thing wrong with this scenario the fact that they still had too many clothes on—that needed to change, now.
I pressed my ass back against Slade’s thick erection, and moaned as a rumble left his throat and he pushed his fingers inside me. Jagger was eyeing my mouth as I softly cried, and I slicked my tongue across my lower lip, hoping to entice him back for round two. One kiss from him hadn’t nearly been enough. Jagger was demanding, passionate, and sexier than I ever could’ve imagined, and when he removed his hand from between my legs to bring his fingers up to his mouth, I tightened my grip on the back of Slade’s neck and held on.
My knees felt weak, my breathing now at an all-time rapid pace, as Jagger
slowly sucked his wet fingers between his lips and made a sound that had my body clenching around Slade’s fingers.
“Mmm,” Jagger said as he pulled his fingers free. “You taste fucking delicious.”
I bucked forward, the pleasure enveloping me, threatening to pull me under, because Slade had been right about that one fact earlier tonight. If I was with the right man—or men, in this case—I could come several times over, easy.
But I’d be damned if I missed a single thing that was about to happen here, especially when Jagger kicked out of his shoes and moved his hands to the zipper of his pants. I wanted to see everything that he was about to show me, and I wanted to feel what Slade was grinding against my ass.
Jagger shoved his pants to the floor and kicked them aside, and when his long, stiff dick came into view, my thighs clenched and my breath caught in the back of my throat. Jagger’s body was phenomenal. With his large feet now braced to keep him steady, his muscular thighs bunched as he began to stroke himself, and I swallowed back the desperate plea that he come closer.
“Like what you see?” he said, repeating my earlier words.
Slade’s deep chuckle by my ear sent a second wave of lust shimmering through my body, and when I arched my neck, he kissed beneath my ear and said, “Oh, she likes it. Her pussy’s about to break my fucking fingers.”
Jagger took a couple of steps and then said in a voice that almost made my knees give out, “Then maybe we should move this along and give your fingers a break.”
Slade slowly withdrew his hand from between my thighs, and I whimpered. It was clear that these two had done this before. There was a role each of them had naturally taken, and one they had very easily suggested I fill, and when Jagger reached out and ran his fingers over the crotch of my soaked panties and said, “Take these off,” it was clear who the lead was in this dance.
As I shimmied out of my thong, Jagger gave his cock several rough strokes that made me want to melt at his feet. But it wasn’t until Slade stepped around from behind me to stand beside his bandmate and friend that I finally gave in and fell to my knees.
Oh my fucking God. If I’d thought Slade in clothes was an intimidating force, Slade naked was lethal. I’d always wondered about those tattoos of his and whether they decorated his entire body, and as I knelt there in Jagger’s hotel suite, I finally got my answer.
Slade had ink everywhere. Colorful designs began at his neck and trailed down his chest, arms, torso, and almost every inch of his legs. His body was a literal work of art, and I hoped I’d get a chance later to trace every line.
My eyes then trailed down to the cock I’d been grinding all over only minutes ago, and just as I suspected, Slade’s erection was thick and rigid in his hand.
Holy hell. I needed a second to comprehend all that was going on here. Not only was I about to engage in my first threesome, I was about to do it with two of the hottest men on the planet.
As that realization sank in, I looked at the two of them again from beneath my lashes, and when the swift intake of their breath hit my ears, my confidence came rushing back in full force.
I may have been with two of the hottest—and most famous—people in the world right now, but they were also with me. They’d chosen to bring me back to their hotel room, even knowing that Halo and Viper would likely kill them if they found out, and that was just the boost of courage I needed.
“You’re going to have to bring those much closer if you want anything other than your hands wrapped around them tonight, boys.”
Jagger laughed arrogantly as he stepped forward, bringing his cock within inches of my mouth. Long, thick, and dark as midnight, his dick begged for my attention, and lucky for him, I was in a giving mood. I wrapped my fingers around his length, warm and pulsing in my hand, and then I peered up at Jagger. His eyes were intent on me, and when I lowered my mouth to lick a path across his flushed head, he swore and sucked in a sharp breath. It was that reaction that spurred me on, and this time, I sucked the large tip of him inside my mouth and felt him shudder.
“Christ.” Jagger groaned and then cupped the back of my head. “That mouth…”
Slade took a step closer, finally bringing himself within touching distance. With his gaze firmly locked on what I was doing, he reached down to grip his cock, but I beat him to the punch.
Keeping one hand on Jagger’s erection, I lifted my head and looked up at Slade as I caressed the rosy skin of his dick. Arousal swirled in his eyes, his chest rising and falling in rapid pants. He was scorching hot and hard as steel in my palm, and just as I lowered my mouth to get a taste of him, the glint of metal caught my eye.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” There was a barbell with two studs on the underside of Slade’s cock. I’d never seen a piercing like that before, and I could only imagine how it would feel when he thrust himself deep inside me.
Oh God… I practically moaned as a shiver rolled through me. Wetting my lips, I leaned in and kissed the pre-cum off Slade’s head, and when the taste of him hit my tongue, it was all I could do not to devour him right then and there.
Actually…fuck it. Nothing was stopping me from taking what I wanted, and what I wanted right then was every inch of Slade’s rigid dick. I sucked him deep into my mouth, until he hit the back of my throat, and as I did, I worked Jagger’s cock with my hand.
The groans from both men were so erotic, their attention so focused on me, that if they’d touched me right then, I would’ve detonated.
I swirled my tongue around Slade’s head, making sure to massage the sensitive piercing as I did, causing a string of guttural curses. Grinning, I moved back to Jagger, letting my hand do the work for Slade this time, relishing having these two men at my mercy.
Damn, they were sexy as hell. The way they sounded, the way they tasted, the way their muscles flexed as I worked them over. I committed it all to memory, because I knew tonight was going to obliterate everything and everyone that had come before it.
Jagger growled as I swallowed him down as far as I could, and then the hand he had in my hair tightened and gently pulled me away. He was breathing hard, like it had taken him every last ounce of strength to keep from finishing down my throat.
“Slade.” One word, and somehow Slade knew exactly what Jagger wanted. I was off my knees before I could blink, and then Slade had me in his arms, walking me down the short hallway to the bedroom with a view.
Oh shit, the view. Anyone can see us…
As though he read my mind, Jagger followed us and drew the curtains shut. Just in time, too, because Slade lowered me to the bed, leaving me naked. Exposed. Completely open to them. My heart beat overtime along with the pulsing between my thighs. God, I was so wet and ready, but from the look on their faces, they wanted their own taste of me first.
Fuuuck yes.
Slade climbed onto the bed beside me as Jagger reached for my ankles and pulled me down to the edge of the mattress. Then he dropped to his knees and placed both of my legs over his broad shoulders, and holy shit, the sight of Jagger licking his lips as he looked at me had me squirming closer to his face.
Just as Jagger leaned in and took his first long taste of me, Slade’s lips descended on my breast, and I was lost. The combination of their mouths licking and sucking at me had me arching up off the bed and crying out. It was too much pleasure hitting my senses all at once, and I reached for Slade, gripping his bicep with one hand as I held him to me with the other.
“How does it feel, wildcat?” Jagger’s voice was so deep with lust that it was practically gravel. But I didn’t want his mouth off me, not for a second. When I wriggled closer to cross my ankles behind Jagger’s head, Slade took my wrists and pinned them out at my sides. His wicked mouth curved up on one side, his grey eyes sparking as he bent down near my ear.
“Tell us you want more,” he said, his breath ghosting across my neck.
God, yes, I wanted more. I wanted it all, and I wanted it now.
“I want i
t.” My words came out in a rasp. “I want both of you. I want you to touch me. Kiss me.” I brushed my lips across Slade’s and made eye contact with Jagger. “Fuck me.”
Chapter Five
AS SOON AS the final two words left my mouth, the storm that had been swirling in Slade’s eyes exploded. His hands tightened around my wrists, and not a second later, he was hauling me up until we were nose to nose.
“That’s the perfect fucking answer,” he said, and then nipped at my lower lip. “But I don’t think wildcats fuck lying on their backs. Hands and knees, beautiful.”
I shuddered as he released my wrists, and when I shifted into position and crawled to the end of the mattress, where Jagger remained kneeling, a firm hand smacked my ass. I flinched from the blow, but when I glanced over my shoulder and Slade winked at me, my pussy clenched.
I was about to get in so much trouble here, and I couldn’t fucking wait.
“Eyes on me, wildcat.” Jagger’s voice was like a rough caress between my thighs as I came to a stop at the end of the bed.
My breasts felt swollen and heavy, aching for someone to touch, lick, or suck them, and as my hair tickled my nipples, I braced my hands and waited for whatever was about to happen next.
Jagger reached forward and tipped my face up so my eyes were on him, then he bent down and whispered across my lips, “You are fucking gorgeous.”
I sucked in a breath, his words sending a wave of pleasure through me, because I knew just how many women these two had had in and out of their beds. They were rock stars, for God’s sake. But when Jagger’s fingers slid into the long strands of my hair and he gripped it tight, I could see the intensity in his eyes, and knew there was nothing but truth behind his words.
He was consumed with desire, and it was all for me.
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