She crossed the wet sidewalk, watching her feet to avoid the lingering puddles that dotted the pavement. When she reached the stairs, Andi paused and took a deep breath, releasing it slowly. In spite of the heat, her nipples behaved as if winter were upon them, straining against the skirt's matching blouse. The flesh-colored thong clung to her slit, wet with anticipation. If she hadn't feared wearing the evidence of her arousal on the brand new skirt, she would have foregone the thong as she did the bra.
When Jay David learned of her plans for that Saturday night, he insisted upon taking her shopping. They spent most of the morning at boutiques and salons where it seemed he knew every designer, every stylist. Andi teased him mercilessly, saying it felt as if he were prepping her for some sort of ritual sacrifice, but she enjoyed his enthusiasm and allowed him to outfit her in simple elegance, from clothing to hair to fragrance.
The door opened just as she lifted her head, and Brad stepped through the pool of warm light that spilled from the portal. She gasped, and he smiled. The tuxedo was entirely unexpected, but it seemed somehow appropriate. When Eric joined him on the stoop, similarly attired and holding a bouquet of long-stemmed red roses, her surprise climbed exponentially, and she raced up the steps to embrace them, laughing.
"Oh, you two are quite the conspirators! I certainly didn't expect the red carpet treatment, but it's absolutely perfect. Thank you."
Andi accepted the flowers Eric placed in her arms, wondering at the startled expressions on their faces. "What?" she asked, raising a wary eyebrow and waiting for a reply. "Oh, never mind. You can tell me inside. I need something wet…to drink. I'm assuming there's champagne waiting?"
With that, she stepped between them into the foyer—and onto a plush strip of deep red carpet that ran the length of the hallway, leading toward a room from which the soft flicker of candlelight could be seen. She turned back toward the men, shaking her head. "I have a feeling you're going to leave me totally speechless before the night is over."
"That's the plan," Brad nodded, gesturing for Eric to reenter the brownstone. He pulled the heavy oak door closed behind him and, with a gentleman on each arm, Andi floated down the hall. The décor pinged her awareness, and she made a note to ask Brad to show her around his home later. Eclectic furnishings lined their path, no piece matching another yet fitting together in a minor chord type of harmony.
She expected a bedroom at the end of the hallway but the carpet ended at the threshold of decadent bath. A creamy marble floor stretched before her. On her left, a sunken whirlpool whirred gently, the surface of its waters littered with white rose petals. To her right, a wrought iron table bearing three fluted glasses and a stainless steel ice bucket from which a bottle of bubbly peeked. Alongside the table, an ornate brocade chaise. Rich purple satins reflected the light from dozens of candles scattered around the room. "Oh, my," Andi breathed. Brad's light push on the small of her back urged her to enter. She did, smiling as Eric circled around and led her gently to the chaise. Andi sunk down upon it and relaxed as Eric's hands stroked her legs. His fingers lightly traveled from her ankles to her hemline, pausing there but not yet venturing beneath.
Eric leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips, something that still seemed out of place from him. By far the most direct—even brutal— of her lovers for so long, he had always been so hardcore, all about attack and bluster. Although that side still existed, in recent weeks he'd revealed a tenderness that Andi knew his teammates and former lovers would find shocking.
The pop of the champagne cork drew her gaze to Brad. He winked at her while he filled the three glasses with a practiced ease. As with most things, he poured with an enigmatic precision. He placed them on the end of the table, within easy reach, before turning to her and falling to his knees. His hands lightly stroked her feet before deftly releasing the small buckle on the shoes she allowed Jay David talk her into buying against her better judgment.
"Jimmy Choo," said Brad with an almost reverent tone. "Nice. I'll put them where they won't get splashed. You look absolutely fabulous, Andi."
"Delicious is the word, Ivy. Something we are definitely going to prove." Eric's tone teased in multiple ways. A light-hearted jest for the man who had become his teammate both on and off the field only scratched the surface of its meaning. Andi felt something inside her twitch at the deeper undercurrents in the statement.
Brad finished slipping off her heels and swung his head and shoulders into the other room to place them out of harm's way while Eric took her fingers firmly in his and lifted her to her feet. In silence, Andi complied, content to observe for the moment and curious about the intricate plans they had made. Two sets of fingers massaged her hands, and she marveled at the intimacy of touch on a part of the body that saw constant exposure. So similar to the eyes in that sustained contact typically made people fidget with unease. Through the hands—just the hands—a person could know and be known with overwhelming intensity.
Deft fingers released the tiny pearl buttons that secured the cuffs of the blouse's sheer sleeves, and Brad suckled at her wrist. It brought her memory back to a game they once enjoyed, a Riesling drunk off her body, beginning with that wrist. Their hands traveled slowly up her arms, following with kisses and the occasional nibble. Andi sighed as they lifted her arms from her sides.
As Brad concentrated on her wrist, Eric worked his way around her waist, gently untucking the blouse before turning his attention to the buttons bisecting her chest. He undid the top one as Brad slipped behind her. Together, they pulled the garment away in a gentle yet firm manner, with Eric undoing each clasp and Brad parting her shirt as he progressed.
When the last button surrendered to Eric's fingers, Brad slowly pulled the blouse over her shoulders and down her arms, revealing breasts that had barely been concealed in the first place. An appreciative sound escaped Brad's throat as, looking over her shoulder, he watched his teammate's hands travel up her taut stomach and cup the orbs. Their nipples crinkled, further hardening, as if begging for touch. His big hands dwarfed them, and as he squeezed—bringing thumbs and forefingers together—Andi whimpered. She longed to speed their progress, but the anticipation provided a delicious torment that pulsed between her legs.
The care and planning evident in the orchestrated seduction made her dizzy. The atmosphere screamed with attention to detail, from the red carpet to the soft strains of Rachmaninoff that drifted through a hidden sound system. Andrea Spring knew how it felt to be desired, but the genuine appreciation—for her, not just her body—took her breath away. Brad's words echoed in her consciousness: That's the plan. Andi swooned
"We've got you," Brad whispered as he caught her around the waist. "We won't let you fall." Andi's heart replied, startling her mind. Too late. I've already fallen.
While he supported her, Eric pulled the blouse from her arms. She smiled as he made a valiant attempt to fold the expensive silk before giving up and draping it over the back of the chaise. Brad nuzzled her bare shoulders, and her skin drank the soft words he murmured against it, sending currents of tingly warmth throughout her body.
She barely noticed Eric sliding the skirt off her hips. When he dropped to remove it, Brad squeezed and leaned back, lifting her toes from the cool marble just enough for Eric to extricate the skirt. It soon joined the blouse, and Andi stood between her tuxedoed lovers in just a flimsy thong.
The stiff cummerbund around Brad's waist scratched her lower back, and she felt the heat of his cock pressing against her bare ass. She reached one hand behind her and stroked his rigid length through the cloth, reveling in the growl that tickled her neck.
As darkness fell, the glow of the candles intensified the room's air of opulence. Their mingling scents reminded Andi of a night meadow— thick and fresh, with its wildflowers bathed in dew and awaiting dawn's kiss. Eric's hands climbed her legs with exquisite slowness, vining around them, as Brad moved his hands toward her breasts. He held his open palms over them, hovering, and Andi shivered.
When Eric placed his mouth over her sex, sucking the thong's wet fabric along with her lips, she gasped. Brad chose that moment to brush her nipples, completing that internal pleasure circuit. She dropped her head against Brad's shoulder and spread her legs to welcome Eric's tongue.
His teeth grabbed the thong and pulled it away from her body, drawing the back strap against her asshole and waking its nerve endings to stimulation. With his fingers wound around the sides, Eric peeled the undergarment down her legs, only releasing it from his mouth when nearing the floor. Andi lifted one foot at a time, allowing him to slip it off, and he grinned up at her as he tucked the twisted ball of lace and elastic into his pants pocket.
Kneeling before her, Eric placed a hand behind Andi's knee and lifted it to the chaise. Shifting her weight to the other foot, she leaned into Brad. The first swipe of Eric's tongue parted her pussy lips. The second found her clit and stayed there, lapping at it with the same singleminded determination Eric brought to the other type of mound he frequented.
The last thing Andi noticed before her eyes fluttered closed was the ceiling. It took her a moment to register the mosaic scene mirrored there in its polished tiles.
"Time to come, gorgeous," Brad purred into her ear, simultaneously pinching her nipples. His tongue punctuated the words by tracing the outline of her ear and trailing down to her neck. With his hands resting on the underside of her breasts, his thumbs and index fingers continuing to caress her nipples, he nibbled at her neck like a fledgling vampire unwilling to pierce the skin. When he started to pull away, she lifted her free hand to curl it in his hair and bring his mouth back to her neck.
She felt a couple long fingers slide into her pussy and groaned, prompting Brad to intensify his teasing. Her hips ground against Eric's mouth, and her skin gathered all sensation, sending it directly to her sex. Each brush of her nipples made her shudder.
Eric's open mouth framed her pussy, his warm breath and darting tongue delivered a syncopated beat on the threshold of her impending orgasm. Andi could feel the tension increasing and her fingers tightened around Brad's cock, causing him to crush her against him and his hands to squeeze, thumbs and index fingers again twisting around the hard points of her nipples.
Her attention danced between their tongues. They shared a rhythm that thrilled Andi, an ebb and flow of stimulation. Moments later, some indeterminate signal passing between them, they attacked her simultaneously. Eric's mouth covered her clit and sucked at it forcefully while Brad's teeth clamped on her neck and his hands closed around her breasts, thumbs pushing inward on her nipples.
The coordinated attack broke through the wall separating her from orgasm, and it crumbled inward under the pressure, an implosion of ecstasy that reverberated throughout her body. As it reached her extremities, everything contracted.
Her toes curled, their nails reaching for her heels. The pressure of Brad's teeth eased as her hand in his hair became a tight fist and jerked his head back. The hand around his cock tightened to where her fingernails threatened to pierce the wool of the tuxedo, and his hips involuntarily thrust forward, lifting her up and forcing her mound even harder against Eric's mouth.
Grabbing her hip, he dug his fingertips into its flesh to steady himself. The string of words he spoke against her pussy were largely unintelligible, but she caught an occasional sweet and come along with a host of muffled expletives. The vibration of speech only enhanced the pleasure, and Andi's mouth dropped open in a soundless cry, her own voice a prisoner until the climax allowed her to again breathe.
Brad lowered her onto the chaise, delivering a light kiss to her lips as Eric rose and ran his forearm across his face. He grinned at the expression of horror on his teammate's face.
"That's a sixteen hundred dollar tuxedo you're wiping your mouth on!"
"I'm aware of that, since you made me buy it." He turned toward Andi. "I bought this monkey suit just for you, doll. Tell me, did you come any harder with me in it?"
She sat there, stunned, looking from one to the other. "I think…I need more data before I can answer that question. You'll both just have to make me come again when you're not wearing them. How's that sound?"
Eric's hands were unbuttoning, unbuckling, and unzipping before she finished speaking. The jacket flew to one side, shirt to the other. Brad stared, incredulous, as he undressed with a deliberation that balanced Eric's utter disregard for the finery. He draped his clothing alongside Andi's on the back of the chaise. Soon, both men stood naked before her in a mouthwatering display of male form.
Her eyes sparkled as she crooked her finger at them, scooting her bottom to the edge of the seat. In unison, they took a single step toward her. Andi grinned and beckoned again. Their next step brought them within reach, and she grabbed a hand in each of hers, tugging them until they each straddled one of her thighs.
Andi looked up at her lovers, amused by the nervousness in their eyes. Both men were accustomed to having their other physical talents displayed for the critical evaluation of tens of thousands, and they did so with utter confidence in those abilities. Yet apprehension warred with arousal on each set of features. She knew the best way to dispel such thoughts.
With a wink, she released their hands and reached behind each to cup a muscular ass cheek. She squeezed simultaneously and pulled forward so that both hard cocks bobbed within easy reach. Pausing for the slightest of moments, Andi wondered how many women in the greater Chicago area would kill to be in her current position. She quickly dismissed the speculation in favor of the reality hovering deliciously before her face. The only dilemma involved choosing which to sample first.
Andi released their asses and wrapped her fingers around their cocks, relishing both their similarities and their differences. Aware that most men worried about length more so than girth, she took the slightly shorter—yet thicker—of the two into her mouth, swirling her tongue around its head until such lingual contortions became impossible. Eric groaned and thrust his hips toward her.
She halted his movement with her hand and turned to repeat the identical maneuver on Brad. Traveling between them, she gave neither man the opportunity to get into a solid rhythm. In her adult life, Andrea Spring had had more than her fair share of sexual partners, but the feast of flesh before her put them all to shame—on multiple levels. Out of the corner of her eye, the whirlpool spun invitingly, and Andi's desire shifted to another type of excess. Lifting her gaze to find two pair of eyes upon her, she smiled.
"Brad," she said with a twinkle in her eye, pausing to take him once more into the back of her throat then slowly allowing his length to slide out across her lips, "I need my purse. The zippered pocket in the front, there are…"
"Condoms. I know, love. But we've got it covered. Eric and I made all the arrangements. Stay right where you are." Brad leaned down and kissed her gently on the forehead before stepping away to leave the room.
"Yes, please stay right where you are and do continue. I never tire of your mouth, woman. Cleopatra could benefit from your lessons. Please?" The final word came out of Eric with a tone that Andi couldn't refuse— especially when she wanted the same thing. She lifted his cock and ran her tongue up its underside before slipping it back into her mouth. Closing her eyes, she savored the feel of it as she heard the footfalls of Brad's return.
His hands hooked under her arms and lifted, earning a grunt of disappointment from Eric. She followed his wishes after one final hard pull on the cock in her mouth, sucking on it as though she couldn't bear to allow it to find freedom.
Brad placed a small basket at Andi's feet. Glancing down, she recognized Eros Body Glide, Crown Skinless condoms, and an assortment of scented massage oils. The thought of the oils sent an electric pulse to her clit as she imagined four skilled hands roaming her body: Brad's longer and thinner fingers offset by the rougher strength of Eric's. She suspected that was the next step in their plan, knowing both of them as she did and taking a cue from the tone of the evening. But Andi want
ed something more direct first. Afterward, she would let them rub any residual soreness from her legs and shoulders.
Bending at the waist, Andi dove into the basket and extracted a couple condoms and the lube. She sauntered toward the tub, glancing over her shoulder invitingly. The men didn't hesitate to follow. At its edge, she turned and held up the hand containing the condoms.
"I need to put these on you two before we get into the water." Without another word, she tucked the bottle of lube under her arm, took Eric's cock in her hand, and deftly slid the sheath over it. Brad used the time to stroke himself back to full rigidity, and Andi slipped her tongue into his mouth as she unrolled the condom. When she pulled away, she whispered to him. His eyes widened. "You sure? I mean, I'm game, but that's…" Andi silenced him with a forefinger to his lips, simultaneously grabbing Eric's hand. Peering into the water, she located the bench seat along one side. "Get in," she instructed, "and sit there." Clearly amused, he resisted the tug of her hand. "Hey! When did
you become the director?" "Olson, just do what she says." Andi heard the impatience in Brad's voice and smiled. Knowing that what she had in mind was a new experience for him, she gave him the opportunity to pass. As expected, however, after the trust he'd shown with their toy play, he was willing—more than willing—to go where she led.
As soon as Eric complied with her directive, Andi handed the bottle of lube to Brad and slipped into the tub. Its waters smelled wonderfully fresh, and her body welcomed their liquid caress. She vowed to return to them with the champagne they'd left untouched once the men completed whatever script they'd concocted—the script she was currently preempting with her own agenda.
Straddling Eric's lap, Andi kissed him. His hands traveled over her arms, shoulders, and back, leaving a trail of wet sensation. He pulled her tightly to his chest, burying his face in her neck. "Both of us?" he murmured. "Together?"
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