by Marie Skye
“Good fucking show,” said August from his lone spot on the couch.
Dallas and Gio nodded while Sin and Dare mumbled some form of an agreement.
“You forgot to add as usual,” I pointed out, downing the rest of my tangy, bubbly goodness.
“How many cans you have left?” Sin asked abruptly, prompting me to open the fridge again and take a head count.
“Five.”
“Jesus Christ, Jag. You just bought that fucking pack two days ago.”
“And?’ I flung the emptied can into the trash.
“And, that shit is gonna fucking kill you if you keep guzzling it down like water.”
“Yes, dad, whatever you say, dad.”
“That’s Daddy to you, fucker,” he snickered and Dallas barked out a laugh I’m sure Betty heard from the bar.
Saluting them with the finger, I stripped out of my slacks and slipped into my worn jeans, grabbing my fitted off the coffee table en route the door. “When you pay my bills and buy me a new Audi, then you can be Daddy. Until then, get on your knees and fucking blow me, dickhead.”
Dallas howled again, the boys right along with him, and with a satisfied grin, I took off down the darkened hallway, pulling the bill of my cap low over my eyes as I pushed past the privacy curtain into the main room. A boisterous blend of chit-chat, laughter, and She Knows immediately slapped me in the face, the promise of a good night supercharging the air like a live wire, shifting my focus back on the task at hand.
“Jagger! Jagger, over here!” I heard from somewhere in the crowd.
Scanning each table, not a vacant seat in the house, I searched for the source, only to have Big D come out of fucking nowhere and point out a group of ladies of in the back. They were huddled in one of studded leather booths, their wicked smiles telling me all I needed to know, even from across the room. Either the singles were about to rain down or one of them was going to lead me straight to VIP. Considering there were four of them, I figured it would likely be a mix of the two. Dallas and I fist bumped and went our separate ways just as the rest of the boys emerged from the back, throwing the entire room into overdrive. The night was officially in full swing and within the next fifteen minutes, it was going to be a madhouse of lap dances, dollar bills, and body shots.
Weaving in and out through the tables to my destination was never an easy feat. Flirty hands always reached out and jerked me back, giggles and obscene pleasantries thrown around in hopes I'd stay at their table. Unless they were my point of interest, though, their efforts were futile. Cute, but still futile. Nonetheless, I’d flash them a wink and promise to be back soon, which worked like a damn charm time and time again.
"Evening, ladies," I crooned, finally sidling up to their booth.
Four sets of coy eyes pinned me in place, devouring me whole from head to toe. It never got old. Through their eager inspection, I noted one of the girls had a bright pink sash with the words Birthday Girl draped across her body.
“Someone’s legal tonight!” I waggled my eyebrows and she shook her head vigorously.
“I've been legal, love. Celebrating twenty-eight years,” she hollered back, a heavy Brit accent lusciously coating her words.
“Either way, you’re the birthday girl which means you get the first dance.”
“Damn right I do, in VIP!”
I told you...
Glancing over to the other end of the room, I signaled to the bouncer, and he nodded, confirming the room was free. Looks like this Brit Princess was about to unwrap her birthday present sooner rather than later.
“Well, c’mon then. Room’s all ready for you.” I held out my hand and she swiftly slipped her palm in mine, rising to her heel-clad feet.
“Can my girl come too? We’re kind of a packaged deal.”
“Fine by me, Princess. Are the rest coming too?” I asked, my eyes swinging to where they sat just a few feet away.
“Na, it’s just us. I’m Aara by the way, and this is my best friend, Kat.”
“Nice to meet you ladies. Shall we?”
“We shall,” Aara agreed, taking hold of Kat’s hand as I led them the short distance to the only private room in the house.
“So Kat, are you just here for speculation purposes or is this really a two for one special?” I questioned as we shuffled into the darkly decorated room.
“You’re the only one who’s going to be speculating. Sit,” Kat countered in an equally sexy Brit accent, which in turn shot up my brows as I swiveled around.
“I can't dance if I'm sitting.”
"We don't want you to dance," Aara added, unbuttoning her blouse. "We want to play."
Fuck me.
I should've known. These two screamed trouble the second I laid my eyes on them. Not that trouble was a problem, we just didn't offer that here. Contrary to popular belief, SIX wasn't a sex club, and while VIP was one-hundred percent private, the room was only bought out for a fifteen-minute maximum. Yeah, sure, I’d bent the rules a few times, and one alone would’ve been doable, but two, unfortunately, was not. Providing them with equal attention to bring them both over the edge while still granting myself a happy ending just wasn’t possible. At least not here.
Raking a hand through my hair, I shook my head. "As much as I'd love to, ladies, I can't."
“Oh c’mon,” Aara started, advancing toward me, “we’re all alone in here and it's my birthday. Why not make the most of it?”
“Cause we’ve got fifteen minutes.”
“And?” she hedged.
“And it’s not possible.”
“Anything is possible,” Kat purred, and in one swift move the two had effectively pushed me onto the couch, devilish grins set firmly in place.
I had Aara on one leg, Kat on the other, both watching me with playful gazes that struck my curiosity.
“Have you two done this before?”
Double and Trouble shook their heads, plump lips caught between their teeth.
“Have you at least kissed?” I pressed.
Aara was quick to shake her head again while Kat nodded, backhanding her best friend’s arm.
“Don't lie, bitch,” she hissed, to which Aara rolled her eyes.
“Fine, we have. But we were drunk and it was a dare, so I don't see how that counts.”
“Oh, it counts.” I grinned, my eyes flickering between the two.
This is gonna be fun.
“Would you have done it if it wasn't a dare?”
Kat and Aara glanced at one other, matching smirks slowly curling their lips.
“I'll take that as a yes,” I snickered, trailing my fingertips up their thighs. “Come here.”
“Who?” Kat asked, her focus still trained on the woman beside her.
“Both of you.”
I knew damn well I shouldn’t be doing this, but fuck it. They wanted me, and they were too damn sexy to turn down. A little taste never hurt anyone. Trapping their chins in my hands, I reeled them in, our lips brushing simultaneously, grazing and exploring at a leisure pace with teasing tongues in between. When I nipped, they sucked, soft moans bubbling in their throats the more hungered our kiss became. I indulged for just a second longer before melting into the couch to enjoy the little show taking place on my lap. I watched them, enraptured by the delicate way in which they kissed. Every swipe of their tongues was a direct connect to my dick, jerking me beneath the rough fabric of my jeans until I was straining almost painfully against the zipper. Their playful giggles assured my hard-on hadn't gone unnoticed and apparently, its presence only fueled them on in their conquest. Kat thrust her fingers into her best friend’s hair at the same moment Aara fisted the seams of her dress, both of them tugging the other closer. They were pressed so tightly together I was sure not even a sheet of paper could slip between them.
Tearing my eyes away from them was not by any means easy, but the clock on the wall was burning a hole through my head. Keeping track of time was a constant habit whenever I worked VIP and much to m
y fucking dismay, our session was due to end any minute now.
“Ladies,” I said quietly, swatting first Kat’s ass, then Aara’s.
They squealed in delight and turned toward me, lips swollen, cheeks flushed a perfect pink, eyes glittering with mischief.
“Times up.”
Sexy little pours that almost wrecked me curled their lips and then Kat whined, “Nooo.”
I nodded against my better judgment. “Yes.”
“Jag, pleaseee,” Aara whimpered.
“We can't, not here.”
“Then come back to our hotel,” she blurted out and Kat nodded enthusiastically. “We’re literally down the street from here.”
Glancing between them, the opportunity for one hell of night was dangling just within reach, and I was taking it. You didn’t really think I’d turn them down now, did you?
“Fine, but we don't close until 3 am.”
“We’ll be up,” Kat assured me. “Room 394.”
Room 394 it is then…
2
At half past three, I found myself standing in front of Kat and Aara’s hotel room as I’d promised, pressing my ear to the door. All I could hear was the faint sound of multiple voices and a round of laughter likely coming from the TV.
Damn.
They'd probably passed out which meant I was more than likely walking back to my car with the worst case of blue balls, ever. Still, I rapped my knuckles on the door and listened for the slightest movement on the other side, hoping the sound might wake them up. At first I thought I was hearing shit, but it only got louder and louder until it was evident one of them was peeking through the peephole.
Three…
Two…
One…
“Hey, Jag,” said Kat through a small crack, her pretty face the only thing in view.
“Hey,” I offered softly, and she smiled, rolling her eyes.
“Princess passed out.”
Fuck, I thought to myself, rubbing the back of my head as disappointment washed over me, my dick all but screaming in agony. “What happened to we’ll be up?”
Kat chuckled and pushed open the door a ways more, hooking a shoulder. “Believe me, I tried keeping her up. She had a long week at work.”
“It's cool. I'll admit, this fucking sucks though.”
Bright green eyes regarded me curiously for a beat before she asked, “Wanna wake her up?”
Her question caught me off guard, jerking my head back in surprise. “Seriously?”
Nodding briskly, she stepped aside to allow me entry. “Hell yeah. C’mon, it'll be fun.”
I made it all of ten steps into the room before my back hit the wall, her hand falling flat on my chest, one polished finger draping over her lips.
“Shhh. Just two minutes,” Kat whispered, a lascivious smile dragging across her face.
My brow quirked as I observed her. She was a feisty little thing and she looked good enough to eat in her teeny little shorts, all thick thighs and luscious ass. I reached out and gripped her by the waist, my hands sliding down the curves of her body as our mouths collided in a frantic kiss.
“You're bad,” I murmured amidst her assault.
“Two minutes isn’t going to kill her”—kiss—“Besides, all will be forgiven once she’s awake and she realizes what’s going on.”
“Fair point,” I agreed, curling my fingers under the hem of her tank top as we stumbled further into the room.
Breaking away long enough for me to whip the offending garment over her head, I tossed it to the ground before our lips fused once more en route to the bed. With a quick snap, I unclasped her bra and she shrugged the rest of it off, flinging it somewhere in our wake. My hands instantly flew to her tits now that they were freed. They weren’t huge, but they definitely weren’t small either, the perfect handful, so soft and round...and slightly cold?
My eyes fell between us and two tiny diamonds adorning either side of her nipples greeted my questioning gaze, bringing the anxious fucker trapped in my jeans to life. Kat giggled quietly, satisfied amusement radiating off her in scorching waves that instantly sprung me further into action. Pushing her onto the bed, I blanketed her body with my own and took a rigid peak between my teeth, my tongue swirling around the heady combination of steel and soft flesh. A faint moan fell from her lips, bubbling a rough groan deep in my throat at the image of her unraveling for me.
“Aara,” I heard her pant as I veered off to the other globe, tweaking the nipple I'd abandoned not seconds before.
“Two minutes, remember?”—suck—“I need to taste you.”
She moaned again at my concession, her back arching off the bed, inviting me to trail lower, and lower, and lower... In one swift move, I had her shorts—along with her panties—discarded on the floor behind me, the sight of her pretty little pussy already glistening with her arousal straining my dick against my jeans beyond the point of pain. I couldn't fucking take it anymore. Quickly undoing the button, I yanked down the zipper and pulled myself free as I settled on my knees between her legs, stroking myself long enough to let the blood flow.
Leaning in closely, I flicked my tongue out against her sex and worked my way up with leisure, swirling the very tip in slow circles around her clit that left her shuddering in my grasp.
“Fuck…” she hissed, restless hands clasping her tits in a death grip as I ate her fiendishly without mercy.
If you were an outsider looking in, you'd have thought I hadn’t eaten in weeks; lips, tongue, and teeth licking, sucking, and slurping every inch of her cunt until her legs trembled.
Oh no, not yet.
Coming up for air with her juices coating my chin, I pressed her into the mattress and took her mouth in another harsh kiss. She whimpered in need, drawing a triumphant smile on my lips.
“Ready to wake her up?” My tone was deep, gruff, but she nodded without hesitation and pushed me away, her chest heaving through the rush of desire.
I hadn't even blinked and she was on her knees, delectable ass in the air as she crawled across the bed to where Aara miraculously laid fast asleep despite our heated moment. Only problem was, she was headed in the wrong direction… Swatting her ass, I grabbed her ankles and yanked her back between my legs, shaking my head while chiding her in amusement.
“Eh, eh, eh, wrong end, pretty girl.”
Kat’s eyes widened. “Jag, we’ve never don—”
“Do you trust me?” My abrupt question interrupted her objection.
“What?”
“Do. You. Trust. Me?” I asked again, enunciating every word with clarity.
“Yeah,” she swallowed, “I guess.”
“Then don't think, and take your fine ass between her legs. Would you not enjoy waking up like that?”
“Yes,” she answered immediately and I cocked my head to one side, grinning devilishly.
“Exactly.”
And just like that, whatever doubt she'd clung to upon my initial demand evaporated into thin air. Settling herself between Aara’s legs, Kat slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of her best friend’s pajama pants and tugged them gently, exposing inch after inch of smooth, tanned skin. I was entranced, almost unable to tear my eyes away, but if I didn’t, then I'd be useless in the equation and that wasn't a fucking option.
Initially, my plan was to go in delicately, peppering the odd kiss here or there until she came to, but once I was looming over her, instincts kicked in and premeditated efforts flew out the window. I went in for the kill, sinking my teeth into the curve of her neck, then licking a trail up to her ear where I nipped the lobe.
“Aara,” I whispered, kissing my way to the other side when she turned her head. “Aara, wake up.”
The softest, most inaudible moan tumbled past her lips as she stirred through mine and Kat’s combined efforts. The sound was a green light for us both. Biting down on the opposite curve subconsciously drew her fingers into my hair at the same moment her hips bucked slightly off the bed. Kat hummed ap
preciatively and I felt, rather than saw, her pin Aara’s legs to the bed.
“Aara, wake up,” I tried again, trailing the tips of my fingers along her stomach.
That did it.
Deep brown eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the light, to double the ministrations quickly driving her to the precipice. Witnessing the exact moment recognition flashed across her face and she got her first real look at the performance she'd walked in on was fucking priceless.
“Holy shit,” she panted, her mouth falling slack as a surge of pleasure all but slapped her in the face.
I grinned. “Good morning.”
“Holy fuck. Jag?”
“The one and only, and holy fuck, indeed. You awake now, Princess?”
“What do you think?”
“I'm gonna go with yes. Come here.”
Grabbing a handful of lush hips, I fell onto my back and pulled Aara on top of me, her t-shirt billowing onto my face, drowning my vision in sudden darkness. I couldn’t help but laugh. Said laughter quickly faded away, though, when I felt something warm and wet slide onto my dick in time with the unprecedented view of Aara whipping her shirt over her head. I groaned, clenching a fistful of her hair and another of her ass as she dropped her lips to mine, her full tits pressing against my chest while Kat’s mouth worked fucking magic on my cock. It was stimulation overload and apparently Aara thought so too, a ragged moan tumbling from her throat to mine. Only then did I realize Kat was thoroughly enjoying us both, her fingers buried deep in Aara’s cunt as she sucked and slurped her way along my shaft.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Kat,” Aara blurted out, her eyes clamped tightly, to which her best friend hummed attentively.
She kept at it without falter, too, bringing us both to the edge until suddenly everything minus Aara’s lips on mine came to a screeching halt. It was like running face first into a brick wall, my cock throbbing in excruciating pain from sudden abandonment. I was on the verge of protesting through the flurry of insanity when sweet relief flooded me before I could utter a word.
Kat sheathed me with a condom and aligned the head of my dick with Aara’s entrance, swiftly pushing her best friend down onto my length until I was filling her to capacity. I hissed as her warmth enveloped me at the same moment she sat up and threw her head back, adjusting to the unexpected intrusion.