by Opal Carew
She reached for her wineglass and realized both men were watching her intently.
She sipped her wine, then picked up a carrot stick from the plate of crudités beside the wine bottle. She dipped it into the creamy dip, then licked the length of the carrot, gathering the white dressing on her tongue, then lapped it over the tip. Intensely aware that both men’s gazes were locked on her, she swirled her tongue over the tip of the carrot, then pushed the orange cylinder between her lips. She couldn’t resist drawing it forward and back a couple of times before finally pushing it all the way into her mouth.
When she finished chewing it, she sipped her wine and smiled at Reid.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to thank you now?” Her voice was deep and throaty.
She knew her little performance had had quite an effect on the men, but she hadn’t realized how much it had turned her on. Thinking of gliding her tongue over Reid’s cock … of feeling it push into her mouth.
He grinned. “You go ahead and eat. I’ll accept your gratitude in a different way.” Then he lifted the tablecloth and disappeared under the table.
She felt his hands on her calves, gliding up and down. She took another bite of salad as he slipped off one of her shoes, then the other. His big hands wrapped around her foot and he massaged. It felt glorious.
She ate another cherry tomato. Her eyelids fluttered at the delightful feel of Reid’s hands moving on her foot. Then he switched to the other one and she sighed softly.
“You must be enjoying what he’s doing,” Dylan said, his eyes filled with heat.
“He’s rubbing my feet,” she said in a daze, but then Reid’s hand moved up her ankle.
He continued massaging her skin, drifting up first one calf, then the other. She leaned back in the chair, enjoying his attention. Her legs were so relaxed at his touch, and tension faded from her whole body … until his hands continued up past her knee.
Both his big hands massaged her thigh, continuing under her dress. Dampness pooled between her legs, but he stopped inches short of that part of her, then moved on to her other leg.
“Is he still massaging your feet?” Dylan asked, his gaze glued to her face.
“No, he’s just…”
His hand continued up her thigh …
“Massaging my…”
Under her skirt …
“Legs.” She sucked in a breath as his fingertip brushed her intimate flesh.
Dylan grinned. “I bet that’s not all he’s massaging now.”
Reid stroked over her slick flesh.
“Where is he touching you, sweetheart?” Dylan asked.
Reid pressed her thighs apart and she could tell he was staring at her folds. He glided his fingers over them again.
“He’s … oh…”
Reid’s finger brushed over her clit.
“He’s touching my pussy.”
She heard the sound of Dylan’s zipper opening and she knew he was pulling out his stiff cock.
Reid’s tongue pressed against her and she moaned softly.
“What’s he doing now?” Dylan’s voice was deep and raspy.
“He’s licking my pussy.”
His tongue pushed deep into her and she whimpered. Then he licked her clit. His fingers stroked her soft petals, then dipped into her dampness.
She slumped on the chair, opening wider to him.
Dylan stood up, his big cock poking out of his suit and pointing toward the ceiling. He stepped behind her and cupped her breasts, stroking them as Reid drove his fingers deeper into her. His tongue continued to move on her clit as Dylan tweaked her nipples. Need shot through her, pleasure pooling deep in her belly.
“Oh, yes.” She reached under the table and tangled her fingers in Reid’s hair, pulling him tighter to her.
His fingers drove faster into her as he teased her clit. Dylan slid his hands under the top of her dress, cupping her naked breasts. She arched against Reid, moaning. Dylan squeezed her nipples and Reid began to suckle her clit as he fucked her with his fingers.
“Oh, God.”
She gasped at the intensity of the sensations, then heat flared in her belly and the tightly coiled pleasure spiraled outward, consuming her. Tossing her onto a giant swell of tumultuous bliss.
She rode the wave, the pleasure augmented by Reid’s thrusting and licking, and Dylan’s fingers teasing her nipples, until finally her world exploded in a cataclysmic burst of ecstasy.
She collapsed in the chair, sucking in air.
Dylan leaned down and kissed her, his hands gliding from under her dress while beneath the table Reid continued to nuzzle her damp flesh, his tongue stroking her softly. Dylan arranged the top of her dress back into position and sat down, then he tucked his still rock-hard cock into his pants and zipped up.
Reid kissed and licked her a little longer, then appeared from under the table again. He grabbed his napkin and wiped his face, smiling.
“I hope you’re enjoying your appetizer as much as I enjoyed mine,” he said.
She gazed at him, certain he could see the satisfaction—yet yearning for more—gleaming in her eyes.
She took another bite of salad. Reid picked up his fork and began eating his.
For the next few minutes, the only sound in the room was the clinking of forks on plates over the soft background music … and the pounding of her heart. After she took her last bite, Dylan stood up and took her plate then removed Reid’s and his own. She could see the outline of his still-swollen cock in his pants as he carried the plates into the kitchen.
He returned moments later carrying a platter with a silver cover. He set it on the table and lifted off the lid, revealing scallops wrapped in bacon and firm tips of glazed asparagus.
“Mmm, it smells delicious,” she said as he placed a healthy portion of each on her plate.
Dylan served Reid, then himself.
She couldn’t help watching the men as they ate, their lips moving as they chewed. Reid’s tongue glided around his mouth as he finished one succulent scallop and she longed to push her tongue inside his mouth and taste what he tasted.
She took a bite of her own scallop, which was delicious, but it didn’t satisfy the craving.
She watched as Dylan speared an asparagus tip and nibbled on the end, then sucked the rest of it into his mouth.
Before she knew it, her plate was empty and her insides were melting with need.
“We have dessert,” Reid said. “Would you like me to bring it out?”
“I do feel like dessert,” she murmured, “but not what you have in the kitchen.”
Reid chuckled and stood up. “We can defer dessert for a little while,” he said as he stepped to her chair. “I wouldn’t mind doing a little dancing right now.”
He took her hand and drew her to her feet, then led her to the living room. He curled his arm around her waist and drew her close to his body. Dylan followed them and he moved behind her, his body pressed to hers, his hands wrapping around her waist. The three of them moved to the music together, Reid leading.
Both their cocks were hard and pressed tightly to her, sending heat thundering through her.
Dylan’s lips nuzzled her temple, sending shivers down her spine. Reid nuzzled her other temple and her whole body quivered. As Dylan’s hands slid up her body and cupped her breasts, Reid’s hands cupped her bottom. Which she was fully aware meant the backs of his hands were pressed against Dylan’s hard cock.
She wished they would guide her into the bedroom, then strip off her dress and ravage her naked body. But at the same time, she didn’t want this mélange of delightful sensations to end.
Reid captured her lips, his tongue gliding inside her mouth in a tender caress, kissing her with a rising passion until she was breathless. Then he released her lips and …
Her heart thundered as he pressed his lips to Dylan’s. The two men kissed over her shoulder, the three of them still moving to the music and her heart rate accelerated as desire surged thr
ough her.
Then their lips parted and they continued to dance. She arched against Dylan’s warm palms against her breasts. Reid tightened his hold on her ass, stroking insistently.
When she thought she couldn’t stand any more, Reid stopped and stared down at her. He took her lips in a passionate kiss, driving her need higher, then as soon as he released her mouth, turned her to face Dylan. Dylan’s sky-blue eyes were gleaming with heat and he met her lips with an equally passionate kiss.
Then Reid took her hand and led her to the sliding doors leading to the terrace. As he opened them, she glanced over her shoulder to see Dylan disappear down the hall.
“What about Dylan?”
He drew her outside into the warm spring evening. The water in the pool was lit with the soft glow of lavender-and-blue lights along with the gleaming moonlight on its glassy-smooth surface. His arms slid around her and he drew her close to his body.
“Don’t worry, my love. We’ll be joining him shortly.”
My love.
Oh, God, she loved hearing him call her that. Even though it triggered confusion and anxiety about where this was going between them.
“I know you’re resisting the idea of having a long-term relationship with me,” he said, “but I’ll do whatever I can to seduce you to my way of thinking.”
He nuzzled her temple, sending tingles through her.
“Like reminding you that a relationship with me includes some very special benefits. Specifically, having two men to please you.”
She snuggled against his big, warm body, her breath quickening at what was to come.
“Tonight is about the three of us,” he said. “And reminding you just how aroused and excited Dylan and I can make you. How intense the pleasure we can give you. How exhilarating the orgasms.”
He smiled, his voice deepening to a low rumble. “And with two of us, how many we can give you at one time.”
Chapter Twenty
Stevie’s vagina clenched at the thought of the two she’d already experienced this evening … and in anticipation of more to come.
Reid ran his hand along the back of her head and drew her in for a kiss. His lips moved on hers, drawing her need to the surface. To feel him touching her naked body. To open to him as he pressed his cock against her slick opening and swallow it inside her.
“I want you to understand just how much the two of us can give you,” he murmured against her lips, then his mouth brushed her cheek in a gentle caress.
When his lips captured hers again, his tongue glided deep as his hands cupped her behind and he pulled her tightly to his body, his thick cock cradled against her. She wanted to rock her body against him. To push him onto the patio chair and straddle him, just like she had Dylan in the cab, and drive his thick cock deep inside her.
When he released her lips, she gazed into his cobalt-blue eyes—her own half-lidded—and murmured, “So why isn’t Dylan here?”
He smiled. “Because he’s getting ready for your surprise.”
He took her hand and led her back into the apartment, then down the hall to the master bedroom. As soon as he opened the door, she sucked in a breath at the sight of Dylan completely naked, spread-eagle on the bed, his head at the foot of the bed hanging over the edge, and his cock at full mast, pointing straight toward the ceiling. Her pulse pounded in her ears and all she could think about was wrapping her hands around that glorious erection of his. Then her lips.
Reid laid his hand on the small of her back and pressed her farther into the room. Her gaze never leaving Dylan, but gliding over his body, she realized his ankles and wrists were bound and held fast.
“How did he get like that? Is there someone else here?”
Reid chuckled. “No. His ankles were easy to do alone, and as for his wrists, he just had to attach the bands around them, then pull on the restraining straps. They tighten easily with a pull on the loose strap, but to loosen them is another matter.”
Reid walked to the bed and grabbed a strap near Dylan’s right hand and pulled it, tugging Dylan’s hands farther apart.
“There, that’s better.” Reid turned back to Stevie. “Why don’t you sit down and have a glass of wine?”
He gestured to the two upholstered armchairs by the round table at the window, both turned to face the bed. An open bottle of wine and two full glasses sat on the table. She sat down in one of the chairs and picked up a glass, then sipped. The heat warming her throat was nothing compared to the heat pumping through her body.
Reid slipped off his jacket and tossed it over the back of the couch, then he unzipped his suit pants. He drew out his enormous, fully engorged cock and wrapped his hand around it while he stepped closer to the bed.
He knelt on the cushioned bench at the end of the bed and pushed his cock to his belly, then draped his balls over Dylan’s mouth. Dylan’s tongue glided out and heat flooded Stevie’s core at the sight of him licking them. Reid arched his neck, pleasure washing across his face, then he lowered them into Dylan’s mouth. Dylan drew one soft sac inside and suckled, to Reid’s approving groan.
Heat melted inside her at the sight of Reid’s soft flesh inside Dylan’s mouth. After a few moments, Reid shifted away, then dropped his cock forward and pressed it to Dylan’s lips. Dylan opened and, with his head hanging over the bed, Reid was able to glide right down Dylan’s throat. Reid drew back, then glided deep again.
Stevie could feel moisture trickling down her inner thigh. Oh, God, it was so hot watching the two of them.
After a few more thrusts, Reid stood up, moved to the side of the bed, and sat down. Her breath caught as he wrapped his hand around Dylan’s erect cock and pressed it to his lips. Reid locked his gaze on Stevie’s as he swallowed the big cockhead in his mouth and sucked on it like a lollipop.
“Oh, God, that’s so sexy.” The intense need in her hoarse, desire-coarsened words surprised even her.
Reid’s mouth slipped from Dylan’s cock, his hand still around it. Stroking.
“We knew you’d like this. We’ll do anything you want us to,” he murmured.
“Anything?” The possibilities that flashed through her mind sent her heartbeat racing.
“We’re both excited by the fact that you like to watch us. That it arouses you so much. So we’re happy to do anything you ask.”
Would they actually fuck each other if she asked them to?
From the sincere look in their eyes, she knew they would, but she wasn’t sure if they were ready for that. And just knowing they would do that for her was a powerful turn-on.
“I want you to run your hands over Dylan’s body. To tease him.”
Reid ran his hands down Dylan’s legs, to his ankles, then glided back upward, stroking the insides of his thick thighs. He stroked around his testicles, without touching them, then over his stomach. Then his fingers lightly brushed Dylan’s thick cock, making it twitch. Then Reid cupped Dylan’s balls in his hand and he caressed them lightly. He leaned forward and licked Dylan’s taut, sculpted stomach while he moved his hands along Dylan’s thick, pulsing cock.
Reid’s lips covered Dylan’s nipple and he suckled softly, to Dylan’s groan.
Stevie couldn’t help herself. Her fingers found the slick flesh between her legs and stroked. She couldn’t believe how wet she was, already soaking the back of her dress.
“Oh, God, I want to see you both with a cock in your mouth.”
Reid tugged Dylan’s body upward until his head was flat on the bed, then stood up. She watched in awe as he stripped off his shirt, exposing his broad chest and muscular arms, then he dropped his pants and boxers to the floor.
He walked to the end of the bed and knelt on it, then lowered his cock into Dylan’s mouth, who opened wide to accommodate him. Reid leaned over and grasped Dylan’s erection firmly in his hand and guided it to his lips. She watched in fascination as the thick cockhead disappeared into Reid’s mouth.
She kept stroking herself, pleasure rippling through her, consci
ous that both men watched her as they sucked each other’s cocks.
“This is so hot,” she murmured. “I want you to make each other come.”
Each man pulsed deeper on the cock in his mouth, their throats moving as the shafts stroked inside. Stevie stroked her slick flesh, pleasure rising inside her as the men’s actions aroused her more and more.
Both their gazes, locked on her fingers, blazed with heat.
“God, I’m so close to coming,” she cooed, feeling the burn rising inside her.
Dylan started to groan around Reid’s cock and Reid pulsed faster on Dylan. Dylan arched against Reid’s face as he pivoted his face forward and back, taking Reid deeper. A growl rumbled from Reid’s throat, then he jerked against Dylan’s mouth, clearly releasing his load into it. The sight sent pleasure exploding within her and she moaned out loud. Then Dylan groaned, Reid’s emptied cock flopping from his mouth as he came inside Reid’s.
Her head flung back as she continued to ride the wave of bliss.
When her orgasm finally waned, she opened her eyes and saw both men’s gazes locked on her. Reid was lying on the bed beside Dylan, his head near his hip, his legs over Dylan’s outstretched arm.
She lurched to her feet and surged to the bed. She kissed Dylan, swirling her tongue into his mouth, tasting Reid’s essence. Then she arched over him, straddling his body as she moved closer to Reid. He sat up and she kissed him, tasting Dylan’s semen on his tongue.
“Oh, God, that was so exciting.” She grabbed Reid’s hand and pressed it to her. “See how wet I am.” Her slick flesh was resting on Dylan’s belly and she glided forward and back to ensure he felt it, too.
“What do you want us to do now, baby?” Reid asked.
“I want you to…” She sucked in a breath. “To strip me and tie me down like Dylan is, then fuck me until I scream. Then do it again. And again.”
Reid chuckled, then grabbed the hem of her dress and tugged it upward, peeling it from her body. She was totally naked now, her bosom heaving.
Reid released Dylan’s wrists, then Dylan sat up and helped Reid release his ankles.