by KJ Reed
Dane held out one hand, Ryder held out another.
Well. I came to the Jingle Ball thinking I’d observe, learn what the holiday parties were all about. And now I had the chance to experience a little fun, if I wanted to…
What the hell was I waiting for? I placed my hands in their hands. “Let’s hurry up.”
Chapter Two
Ho Ho Ho…
I managed to remember a quick, “See ya later” at Zara, indicating I was heading to a room with Dane and Ryder. She gave me a wink over her, uh, friend’s shoulder.
“You’ll have so much fun. Text me if you need me!”
I wondered where the hell she kept her cell phone in her nonexistent costume. Then I realized that was not a question I wanted to dwell on.
I followed the boys—ha, who ever thought I’d say that in reference to sex?—up the stairs of the mansion-like house. “Who owns this place anyway?”
Dane smiled over his shoulder. “An eclectic woman who was a total swinger in the sixties—”
“You know, when it was all the rage?” Ryder added.
“And just never stopped the habit. She’s been inviting people here for decades to enjoy themselves.”
Rumors flew around town involving the big old house and what really went on during party weekends. But those few who had been invited to attend were notoriously close-lipped. For good reason, when you thought about it. Many wouldn’t want someone to know they came to the highly sexualized parties. And others would hate to be barred from attending future events if it was found they were spreading party secrets around like candy.
I, for one, wouldn’t mind one bit the anonymity that came from the party.
We walked down a hall, passing at least four other rooms before I noticed on every door, there was a doorknob and lock much like you’d find at a hotel, with a place for the keycard. “Does she run a bed-and-breakfast during the year?”
Both men laughed. Then Ryder said, “No. The owner just realized that when people come for a party, they like their privacy and security. It’s a lot easier to change out a single keycard than it is to call a locksmith and have room locks changed.”
“Plus, there are so many parties here throughout the year, it’s just efficient.” Dane smiled. “I have a theory that really, she’s got more money than she could burn in five lifetimes so she’s just looking for all the weird ways to spend it.” He drew out one of those keycards you get at a hotel. “I staked this room out earlier. Hopeful,” he added with a grin. “And look how that worked out. Power of positive thinking.” Then he swiped the card through the lock and popped open the door.
I wasn’t sure what to expect from the room, given the locks on the doors. Probably your typical hotel-room motif. Generic decorations, serviceable carpet, so on and so forth. But instead, it was plush. There was no other word for it. Thick beige carpeting cushioned my feet as I walked in. I could only imagine how softly it would pad my knees as I knelt down in front of one of the guys. Floor-to-ceiling curtains of heavy white fabric hung in front of the window. A gorgeous oil painting of a nude hung on the opposite wall from the queen-sized beds. The bedspreads were a lovely designer pattern of pale blue and brown. A sweet, simple writing desk was in one corner.
All in all, a very nice, comfortable room. Complete with a complimentary basket of condoms and what looked like a fresh bottle of lube on the nightstand.
How thoughtful. I suppose, in this case, the condoms were more useful than a pad of paper and a pen, or a handful of mints.
I bent down to take off my shoes, mostly because it seemed natural. Dane waited patiently for me to remove them and set them in a corner, then walked up and cupped my face with his strong hands.
Hands I could almost feel moving over my body. I shivered in anticipation and he let his hands drift down my neck, my arms, circle my wrists before winding their way back up to my face.
“It’s pretty much anything goes for us—”
“Minus dude-on-dude contact,” Ryder added from right behind me. Wait, when the hell had he snuck up behind me?
Dane gave him a sardonic glance over my shoulder. “Yeah. Minus that. Thank you for the eloquence.” His eyes found mine again. “But whatever your limits are, we’ll respect them. Okay?”
I nodded, feeling the calluses of his palms under my chin. I liked it, and I rubbed my face against his skin again for the feeling.
“Rubbing up on me like a cat,” he murmured.
Ryder’s naked chest pressed against my back. “I think this pussy wants a treat.” He laughed at his own corny joke, but then his hand snaked around my hip and lifted the hem of my costume up my thigh until he could reach under the waistband of my panties.
Dane pressed his mouth to mine, absorbing my groan of anticipation. Ryder’s fingers were quick, fast as they traced the outside of my wet lips, around the inside of my thighs, back to brush a featherlight stroke over my backside before coming to once again circle my pussy. All without touching my clit. Dane occupied my mind by slipping his tongue in my mouth, taste buds rasping together. His cock, thick and hard to ignore, pressed into my other hip, brushed across my belly. I grabbed around his neck to anchor myself, and because let’s face it…a man built like Dane needed to be touched. His warm skin under my fingers, his hot mouth, his hands over my breasts, his other hands over my—
Whoops. Really needed to remember that. Not his. Ryder’s. ’Cause I was about to make it with two guys. At once. Because I was having a hussy weekend.
And how.
Ryder’s fingertips smoothed over my clit and it was impossible to forget anymore that I had two men instead of one. I reacted, jerking my hips forward. I was already so tightly wound that it wouldn’t take any effort at all to set me off. One simple flick in the right direction would have me…
Oh. Right there.
Dane’s lips worked over my cheek, down my jawline to the skin below my ear. He wrapped one hand around my hair and pulled back so my head tilted until I stared at the ceiling. Not as uncomfortable as I would have thought, thanks to Ryder’s shoulder being there for me to rest my head on. Convenient, actually.
Really, when you think about it, being with two men is simply an act of efficiency.
Dane’s teeth scraped my earlobe and my mind split up again, heading his direction. He distracted me from the delicious feel of another man’s hands in my panties with his tongue tracing the shell of my ear, by whispering things that made me shiver and wonder, Is that even possible?
But then Ryder bit my shoulder and pressed his fingers harder against my clit, his rhythm insistent, not to be ignored.
“I think she’s close,” Ryder said into the shoulder he’d just bitten. But he soothed the sting of his bite with a suck and a kiss.
“She’s breathing hard, man.”
“Should I let her come?”
Yes! They were talking through me as if I were a painting instead of a person. But actually, the more I thought about it, it was almost as if I was their own plaything. A toy. Huh. I’d never been a plaything before. And I kind of liked it.
Did that make me a ho?
Who cared?
“Yeah. I think she deserves a treat. Little warm-up.”
Ryder’s fingers went double time over my pussy and I felt the burn, the build, until my stomach contracted…and then I saw sparks fly across the ceiling like the Fourth of July in December. My back arched and my knees went weak, submitting to the pleasure. Dane’s mouth covered mine again, swallowing my cries of release while Ryder’s other arm kept me standing.
As they felt me give out—both my body and my mind—they dragged me over to the nearest bed. Dane positioned me so I sat on the edge. And I realized that, minus my shoes, I was still basically fully dressed.
The hottest sexual encounter of my life to date, and I wasn’t even naked.
“Lightheaded?”
Huh? I looked up at Ryder and saw his pleased grin. “Huh?”
“Your eyes sort of rolled ba
ck there for a second. It was like carrying a rag doll over here.”
“Oh.” Embarrassment managed to crash my Pleasure Party of One and I wanted to crawl into the bed and cover my head with a pillow. But he sat down, put a hand around my nape and pulled me in for a blistering kiss.
“It was fucking hot,” he murmured against my lips. “I love watching women come. Their pleasure is my pleasure.”
“Oh,” I breathed again. Yes. Apparently, along with my sense of shame, I had also misplaced my vocabulary.
But if he noticed my momentary drop in IQ points, Ryder didn’t mind. He just kissed me again and put his forehead against mine. “You up for more, or do you need a rest?”
I closed my eyes for a moment and realized I actually felt more energetic than I had when I first walked in the double doors leading to the party. Kind of like when you feel exhausted, but you go to the gym anyway, and you leave the workout feeling high on endorphins? That.
“I’m good.”
“Glad to hear it. ’Cause my man Dane here, he’s hoping you can help him out with a little problem.”
I looked in front of me to see Dane was now out of his cute boxers and standing buck-ass naked in front of me, cock at eye level. Handy.
“Think you can handle this, babe?” Dane asked, circling his shaft with one hand. He squeezed the base, and I saw a little pearl of liquid seep through the tip. As an answer, I leaned forward and licked the pre-come, teasing the underside of the head just a little.
“I think she’s good.” Ryder settled farther back on the bed, not even touching me any longer.
Game on.
Dane shifted forward and I leaned in to give him a quick nip on the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. He yelped, jumped a little—which had his cock waggling in an amusing, but oddly erotic sight—but nothing more. So I reached under him to cup his balls, a favorite trick of mine, and wasted no time in taking him in my mouth. Wetting him first, coating his cock with moisture, so when I took him deeper, it’d be easier.
His breath deepened, and the heater kicked on in the room. But the only sounds were the gentle humming of warm air and Dane’s ragged breath as I took his cock just a little farther in my mouth the next pass, and farther again. No way was I going to be able to take him all. But I licked around the base, let my teeth graze him just a little so he was off-center and wrapped my other hand around his base to keep him steady.
One of his hands tangled in my hair. No pressure, just a light scraping of his nails against my scalp.
“Do…do that again,” he said, voice hoarse. He sounded like a man on the edge. And I was the one who put him there. The thought of being that good for him was more than a little encouraging.
“Hmm?” I hummed, mouth full. I used the flat of my tongue to massage the underside of his cock and he groaned.
“That thing…you just did a second ago. With your thumb.”
“Ah.” I used my thumb to rub circles around his balls, then down the middle, keeping time with the rhythm of my mouth. God he tasted good. And the way his hands were tightening in my hair, I’d say it felt pretty fucking great for him too.
“She as good as she looks?”
I jerked just a little in shock at the voice coming over my shoulder. I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten another man was in the room. Again. I glanced from the corner of my eye, careful not to break my deliberate suck-and-pull pattern around Dane’s cock. Ryder sat on the corner of the bed, back straight, eyes glued to me and what I was doing to Dane. I knew without even guessing that it was me and my mouth—not Dane—that got him excited, and the possibility of what it’d feel like to have me doing the same to him. One arm extended behind him, hand flat on the bed to keep him steady, the other hand wrapped around his erection now poking out the top of his boxer waistband, which he’d pulled down to accommodate.
Time to be a little naughty.
Time to be naughty? Right. As if you weren’t already.
Letting Dane’s cock pop out completely from my mouth with a loud, dramatic smack, just for emphasis, I gave Ryder a coy smile. “Like what you see?”
“Yeah,” he murmured, eyes locked on my wet lips. I licked them automatically, and his eyes drifted closed, as if he was picturing my mouth stretched around him already.
“Jesus, babe. Please.” Dane pulled my hair, just a little, to get my attention. “Could you have stopped at a worse time?”
Whoops. Still new to the whole banging two guys at once thing. To cover for my uncertainty, I asked, “I don’t know, could I?” But I knew he was close, and they’d definitely already given me something to smile about. Not fair to play the tease with them. More than normal teasing, anyway. I took him back in my mouth, his cock cold now from the air in the room. He hissed in a breath then his fingers put the most subtle of pressure against my scalp.
His message was clear. He was damn close, and he wanted to fuck my mouth to the finish line. I opened and gave him room, let him pump his hips into me while I massaged his balls more. I squeezed the base of his cock hard, twisting my hand around with every thrust of his, and he grunted. The grunts only made me wet again, knowing he was making those sounds because of me. For me.
“Jesus. Coming. Regina, coming…”
I sucked hard, harder than I had before, when he pushed inside. And then let the warm, salty liquid fall to the back of my throat with each swallow. Feeling sexier with every drop than I had in a long time.
“Christ, I can see her throat working you,” Ryder said, voice sounding as if he was almost hypnotized by the sight of me giving Dane a hummer. I’d have looked at him, flirted a little with my eyes, but I was just a tad preoccupied with making sure I milked every last moment out of Dane’s orgasm, trying to drag it out as long as possible before he finally pulled back and out.
I touched a finger to the corner of my lips, licked the moisture off my fingertip.
Dane flopped on the bed beside me, fell back with his arms above his head. “Good Christ. I’m not gonna be able to move for a week.”
“I guess we’ll just have to have all the fun for you,” Ryder joked before snagging me around the middle and pulling me over to the other bed. I shrieked a little at the momentary weightless feeling before he settled me down on the mattress. “We’ll just let the sucker take a nap while we have some fun, ’kay, babe?”
Fun? As if we hadn’t already been having any? These men were going to be the death of me.
Oh what a way to go…
Chapter Three
Oh What Fun it is to Ride…
Ryder grabbed a condom from the basket and pushed me gently to my back. “I really hope you don’t mind, babe, but I’m about to burst a pipe.”
“Mind? Not at all. Fair’s fair.” I quickly stripped, then scooted up so my head was resting on a surprisingly soft pillow and waited while he suited up. When he crawled over my body, he reminded me of a jungle cat. All sleek muscle and restless energy waiting to spring out. He hooked his arm under my right knee and brought it up with him until my knee almost touched my ear.
Thank you, yoga.
“This okay?” he asked, breathing a little hard as the tip of his cock nudged my pussy.
I thought about how well he’d take it if I said no…but that’d be a lie. “Oh yeah.” And as he slid in, zero resistance thanks to how wet they’d both already made me, I realized that I lied anyway. It wasn’t okay. It was far, far better than okay. The angle of my hips helped him hit a spot nobody had reached before—without batteries anyway—making me more snug around him. All without much extra effort.
His hips pounded against mine as he raced toward release, all thoughts of finesse and form completely out of the question. “I’m sorry, I can seriously do better than a teen on prom night but,” he hissed as he paused, fully inside me, “but I am about to lose it and I need to take the edge off.”
He was apologizing for going too fast? After I’d already come once myself? Please. I reached up and brushed a kiss against his li
ps. Not easy, given my position, but I managed. “Let’s do this.”
The look of relief was almost comical, and I think he muttered something that sounded like “thank you, God” but it was hard to tell with the building tension and the ferocious strokes inside me. It was all I could do to concentrate on breathing so that I managed to not black out. And when his body went rigid over mine, his face contorting into the textbook definition of ecstasy, I didn’t even mind that I hadn’t come this time. The look on his face was more than enough.
He rolled over, not even crushing me into the mattress. With an arm over his eyes, he panted out, “I’m so sorry. I know you didn’t…just give me a minute. Or two. Make it five and I should be able to—”
“I got this one.” Dane suddenly appeared next to me on the bed. “Take five. Or ten. Whatever. This round’s on me.”
If there was such a thing as a feminine wet dream come true…I’m pretty sure I walked into it.
Without even waiting for my word, Dane slid onto his stomach on the bed, his shoulders pressing my thighs wide apart. And, not saying a single thing, he bent and pressed his mouth to my clit.
Oh God. His tongue, sliding over, making circles, pressing the hot button at the top of my pussy, was too much. My body shot off like a rocket, and I bit my forearm to muffle the scream that would likely have woken the dead in a graveyard three miles away.
That was the last thing I remembered before I slipped into blissful silence.
* * * * *
I was in a warm, rocking sea. Floating, letting the silky water sway me back and forth into peaceful contentment. That was the best word for it. I could have lay there, blissfully happy, with my eyes closed, for days.
But the scratch of beard stubble told me it wasn’t a sea rocking me, but a mattress moving with bodies. And the warmth was from male bodies, which always seemed to run ten degrees hotter than a female.
Holy shit. Bodies. Two. Dane and Ryder.
Never before in my life would I have dreamed I would be in the position of trying to figure out which of the two men I’d just fucked was behind me, and which was in front of me.