Kurt slid back against the armrest as she approached. “I thought this was all about you.”
“Oh it is.” She purred as she cornered him. “It’s all about what I want, and right now, I want you naked.”
“Okay.” The word escaped him in a trembling breath as she loosened his buttons and yanked his shirt open to reveal a plain white t-shirt. She pulled that over his head, and he sucked in his abs while she unbuckled his belt.
“Relax, Genius. She’s not going to hurt you.”
A playful smile chased Kurt’s tension away as she pulled his pants down. “Why not?”
JT laughed.
Claire stepped back and surveyed her work. She’d stripped them both, and now she stood practically drooling over the results.
“No more bets, sweet thing.” JT stroked his cock and smiled. “Time to spin the wheel.”
Chapter 19
Happy fucking New Year to me. Merry Christmas, Happy Birthday, and trick or treat all rolled into one—no, two—giant packages just for her. A quivering sigh rattled her spine as she stared at the two naked men on the couch. JT appeared confident, boldly fondling his cock while he waited for her next move.
Kurt did his best to look comfortable. He’d draped his arms along the couch, but his white-knuckled fingers curled into the upholstery. Claire’d had no idea what to expect when she’d taken his clothes off. Even in the summer, he always wore his shirts buttoned up to the neck, but his lightly tanned skin didn’t fit the nerd profile. His broad shoulders and wiry muscles made a pleasant mismatch, too.
She let her gaze wander down his fine chest to the stiff joystick between his nicely-toned thighs. Mmm…. “Your body is… very appealing, Kurt. Not what I expected from my favorite IT guy.”
Her compliment lit his eyes. “I’m a lifeguard in the summer.”
Oh hell, that explains a lot. She glanced back at JT and pictured a paralegal sandwich between the brawny builder and the chiseled swimmer. “Toss me off the Augustus Tower. I could die a happy woman. Right now.”
JT laughed. “We need to try naked skydiving.”
“I think I’ll stick to recreational ‘fucking both of you’ for tonight.” But she made a mental note to research the sport.
Kurt blushed. “What do you want us to do?”
She clapped her hands together and rubbed her palms, her fingers itching to curl around something hard. “All these goodies just for me, and I can’t decide where to start.” They’d given the couch a good workout, but her plans required room to spread out. She crooked her finger at her men. “Come with me.”
Claire led a naked parade into the bedroom, skirting the bed and strutting in front of the huge window. She heard JT chuckle but ignored him as she turned and pulled Kurt into her arms. His nude body kissed hers as she slipped her tongue between his lips.
JT yanked the covers off the bed, and she shoved Kurt down on the crisp white sheet, then straddled him, trapping his cock between her thighs while she stretched her arms over her head.
Kurt’s eyes rolled back, and he slapped his palms over his face. “God, you feel good.”
“Look at her.” JT knelt on the bed behind Claire. “That’s what she wants.”
Kurt focused on her body and a wild thrill ripped through her. His eyes glazed over and he caressed her thigh. “You’re beautiful. Such fuckalicious curves.” His hand slid over her hip and up toward her breast. “Have I ever told you that?”
“Mmm… no.” She shivered as his thumb circled her nipple. “If you’d talked about my curves like that at work, you would’ve been written up, but here, inappropriate comments are highly encouraged… and rewarded.”
JT cupped the other breast. “These tits were made to be shared,” he whispered as his lips brushed her shoulder.
Mmm… time to reward that comment. She tipped her head back and caught his mouth. “I want you to fuck me.” She got up on her knees and pressed her butt against his cock.
“Mm-hmm.” He slipped his fingers between her legs and fondled her wet clit.
Tingles danced along her spine as she bent over and curled both hands around Kurt’s hot erection. “I want you to watch me.”
Kurt moaned and fell back on the pile of pillows as she sucked his cock into her mouth. She curled her tongue around the thick shaft, flicking as she explored the length of him. He gathered her hair and held it on top of her head as she shot a quick glance up his stomach and caught him watching her mouth-fondle him.
Obedient. Good.
JT slipped his cock between her legs, stroking and probing as if having difficulty finding her entrance. His laughing moan told her he enjoyed playing, taking the time to tease her. Heat dripped between them, and she clamped her thighs together, forcing him to spread his legs around her hips as he slammed into her pussy. “Beautiful slut knows how to get what she wants.”
Claire gasped with Kurt’s cock in her mouth. She rode JT’s thrusts, allowing his rhythm to guide her mouth. Fucked from both ends. Oh my God! She pulled away from Kurt and caught her breath. “Fuck yes. I wish I could see this.”
“Look at the window,” Kurt groaned.
She turned her head and stared at their reflection. Her ass bounced as JT’s glistening cock slid in and out, pounding her. Her breasts brushed Kurt’s thighs, and his erection bumped her lips. She opened her mouth and extended her tongue, watching herself lick down one side and up the other.
Kurt’s hand fisted in her hair, and he fucked her mouth, slowly so she could see every stroke—an erotic, if slightly unbalanced, picture.
An idea flashed into her mind. She pulled free from Kurt. “Get up on your knees.” He obeyed, and she braced herself on her hands and knees to retake his cock. JT groaned, and she watched the window again. Perfect. Balanced fucking, coordinated thrusts, and—oh fucking hell—a building orgasm that threatened to rip her in two.
She dug her fingers into Kurt’s ass and held on tight, sucking his cock until the surging tide stole her breath. She rested her face on his thigh while he stroked her hair, keeping it out of her eyes so she could watch. He reached down and caressed both breasts with one hand.
JT held her hips and pounded her, sending wave after wave of languid heat washing over her. She came without warning.
“Oh help!”
Kurt grabbed her hair and cradled her chin in his hot hand. “I’ve got you.”
“Don’t let go, you fucking son of a—!” JT’s laugh turned her orgasmic fury on him. “Bastard!”
“Give it to me, baby.” He slapped her ass.
The sting zipped in all directions, curling her toes and tingling her nipples. She collapsed on the bed while Kurt caressed her sizzling skin and JT gloated like he’d won the big prize.
“Now that was the best orgasm I’ve even seen from you.” The cocky gambler stood as proud as his gleaming dick. “How are we going to top that?”
Kurt ran his hand down her back. “Let me fuck her.”
Ooo… a challenge. Claire sat up and kissed him, stroking the still stiff wood between his thighs. She pushed him back and crawled over him, but JT slapped her ass again.
“Ow! What the fuck?”
“I have a better idea.” He pulled her off Kurt and motioned for the geek to sit up. “You, here.” He pointed to the edge of the bed.
While Kurt assumed the position, JT turned Claire and backed her onto the younger man’s lap. “And you sit here… where you can see.” He stepped back and revealed their sensuous reflection in the window.
“Ohh….” She moaned and spread her legs over Kurt’s thighs as she slid down onto his waiting cock. When she both saw and heard him gasp, she smiled at JT. “You know what I like.”
“Damn right, Rebel.” He crossed his arms over his chest and watched her ride Kurt’s cock.
In weeks, a stranger and a friend had seen her naked. Now her boyfriend’s gaze touched the spot where another man possessed her. “Holy shit.” Blooming vines of pleasure took root in her brain and cu
rled around her limbs. She leaned back on Kurt’s chest and wrapped one arm around his neck, displaying her wanton body for JT.
“What are you going to do?”
He knelt on the floor between their spread legs and stroked the inside of her thighs, circling close to her exposed but unattended clit. “Have a taste of this.”
His tongue touched the swollen bud and she gasped. She’d imagined getting laid by two men a hundred different ways in impossible combinations, but she’d never once pictured this—penetrated by one and licked by the other. “Sweet fucking mercy. I can’t even….”
JT moaned on her hypersensitive flesh and that nearly shattered her. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and ground down on Kurt, keeping both men glued to her screaming pussy. Then she remembered the window. Do I dare look? Such a twisted sight might kill her. I have to look.
Their erotic reflection seared straight into her brain, burning the image into her memory forever. Her body contorted to accommodate them both, one leg dangled over JT’s shoulder and the other clamped around Kurt’s thigh. He cupped her breasts, tugging her nipples while JT sucked her. His body blocked her view of Kurt’s cock owning her, but she’d get a good look if she lived through the fast approaching orgasm. “Oh my God! Yes, yes, yes!”
Her sudden convulsion knocked JT on his ass, and she watched Kurt pound her throbbing flesh. “Oh God, oh God, oh God.” She writhed on his lap, and he leaned down to claim her mouth, his tongue mimicking the thrusts of his cock.
JT grabbed her quivering thigh and she linked her fingers with his. “Get up,” she instructed. “I need to suck your dick.”
He grunted and stood, stroking the erection he offered to her.
Chapter 20
Claire’s tongue circled JT’s aching wood, and he nearly lost it right then. He’d made the right choice—for once—to encourage her to pursue her fantasy. He’d made her happy, and that thought sent him along a lazy river of bliss. Her mouth might’ve had something to do with it, too. He reached down and caressed her wild hair. “I need to come, sweet thing.”
She released his dick. “No, no, not yet. I don’t want this to end.”
Kurt groaned as if begging for release. “I’m about to explode.”
Their pretty slut pouted and swayed her hips on the poor geek’s lap.
He hissed and held her still. “That’s not helping.”
She ignored him and clamped her lips around JT’s cock.
Fuck me with an insatiable Rebel.
The quietly flowing river suddenly churned, tossing his body without mercy. He tightened his grip on her hair, but she cupped his balls and squeezed.
Her touch shot him off the edge, tumbling down as blood roared in his ears. His knees hit solid ground and he grabbed Claire’s shoulders, kissing her while his cock exploded. Stars spun around his head and he fought for every breath, panting on her breast while she stroked his damp hair.
“Thank you,” she whispered in his ear.
Satisfaction dripped like sweat onto the floor as JT’s limbs melted over hers.
“Wow.” Kurt moaned and his body seized, kicking JT off.
Claire leaned back against the geek and kissed him, sliding her hand between their legs to fondle his balls.
“Mmm….” JT laughed under his breath, knowing exactly what she could do to a man. His strength left him and he fell back, just missing the window.
Claire slid off Kurt and crawled on top of JT. He wrapped his arms around her while she pressed her lips on his chest, working her way up his neck to his mouth.
“‘Thank you’ isn’t enough.” She breathed on his lips.
He swept her tousled hair back from her flushed face. “Yes, it is. Just knowing I made you happy….” His voice broke, caught on a lingering fear. But he pushed it aside. “I’ll do it all day long. Whatever you want, whatever you need… if I can give it to you, I will.”
She smiled, and her hazy eyes fluttered shut as their tongues mingled. She accepted his offer, not with words, but with a lingering kiss that ignited a long dead hope. Maybe he just might be worthy of this woman. He could gamble on loving her.
Too late, fool, you already do.
Shit! Could he tell her? The fear he’d pushed aside seeped into his heart and rattled him to the core, but he held on to that flickering hope. He needed to do more for Claire, give her all the evidence she needed to prove him guilty of loving her for a life sentence.
***
Claire sighed and listened to JT’s pounding heart. He’d not only fulfilled her fantasy, but also found the perfect man to help them do it. How could ‘thank you’ be enough?
Kurt had flopped back onto the bed, lying with his arm flung over his eyes. He stretched out and bumped her leg, so she sat up and stroked his thigh. He flinched and blinked at her.
“Come here.” She pulled him down onto the floor, sandwiching her body between him and JT. Sweet fucking bliss. She slid her breasts against JT and wiggled her ass into Kurt, trying to extend the orgasmic buzz she’d been riding since she’d stripped for them. Her fantasy had worked out perfectly with every detail fulfilled—and a few amazing surprises thrown in, too. Must do that again.
Could they? They had plenty of time for another romp before Kurt’s flight, but what about after that? Would they go their separate ways when they got back to Denver?
JT’s arm tightened around her and the arrowhead poked her as she snuggled against him.
Or could they make this three-way fling into a real relationship? She’d witnessed proof it could be done. Would JT’s luck favor all three of them?
***
Kurt ran his hand through his hair and reviewed the events of the day, grasping at the wildly snapping short-circuits in his brain and plugging them into some sort of order. The Consumer Electronics Show had ended on a high note, and he’d headed to the airport with new gadgets, great ideas, and tons of new information that would impress his superiors and move his career along, but his good mood had crashed and burned when he couldn’t get a flight out, leaving him stranded in Las Vegas with nowhere to stay.
Then he heard Claire’s voice and his wildest dreams had come true. He’d taken a chance on a bet that could’ve turned ugly, but… holy shit! I’m naked in a hotel suite with her. Her body brushed his as a deep, contented sigh escaped her, and he answered with a soft groan. Good day, indeed.
He’d learned so much about her: sexual arousal made her swear, she tasted sweet like the white chocolate she loved, and her nipples were as fat as those juicy raspberries. Her skin felt softer than anything he’d ever touched, and a few simple keystrokes resulted in orgasms that overloaded his hard drive.
And she liked him! I would’ve said yes. She did say yes—over and over—and begged for more, but his realistic brain overanalyzed the details.
“You didn’t swear the last time you came,” he said out loud. He rolled up against her backside and pressed his lips to her warm shoulder. “Do I do something wrong?”
Claire laughed and JT explained for her. “She runs out of profanities when she’s too fucked up to think.”
“Mmm….” She nodded and drew circles around JT’s nipple.
JT. Kurt had forgotten about him. The gambler had provided him access to Claire, but now that Kurt had made a connection with her, JT became a bug in the system. But with a little thought and the right plan, that problem could be avoided or eliminated altogether. He had her all to himself at the office, so he could use that to his advantage.
Oh shit, the office. How would he face her on Monday? Awkward didn’t even begin to cover it. If she thought him a bumbler last week, what would she think of him now? Would one crazy night in Vegas change anything?
She rolled over and snuggled close to him. “You two wore me out. I’ll be walking funny for a week.”
So he’d proven his sexual skill. Now he just had to show her what was in his heart.
***
Claire’s eyes drifted shut as the heat from two male
bodies lulled her into a dreamy haze. Ahh… doesn’t get much better than this. Satiated and content. Naked and sprawled on the carpet between two hunky men. “What are we doing on the floor?”
JT groaned. “I can’t move.”
Kurt grunted.
A surge of energy propelled her upright. “I’m starving. Let’s order dinner. On me. I want to spoil you two the way you spoiled me.”
Kurt propped himself up on his elbows. “I’m good with that.”
JT stretched out and hoisted his body onto the bed. “Where’s the room service menu?” He searched the nightstand while Claire bounced beside him.
“Here it is,” he said, and held it up.
She snatched it from his hand and flipped it open, scanning the expensive gourmet entrees. “Ooo… lobster. Market price. How much is that? I don’t care. I won ten thousand dollars!”
JT laughed and read the page over her shoulder. “Want more raspberries and chocolate?”
“Yes. What happened to that bottle of champagne?”
“I think it’s in the other room.” Kurt got up for it.
“Do we need another one?”
“I’d rather have scotch.” JT dropped back on the bed.
“I want vodka.” Kurt sat down beside Claire and worked on the cork. “In something bigger than those pathetic mini-bottles.” Champagne sprayed over them as the cork bounced off the ceiling. He grabbed a glass and caught the spilling bubbles.
“Lobster and champagne for me. What do you guys want?” Claire picked up the hotel phone and dialed room service.
“The biggest burger they’ve got.” Kurt pointed to the list. “With extra bacon and cheese.”
“Steak.” JT sat up and grabbed the menu. “With white cheddar mashed potatoes and bourbon gravy.”
“Worked up an appetite, did you?” She repeated their dinner choices into the phone, then ordered a double fudge brownie with ice cream and warm chocolate syrup for dessert. Instead of charging it to the room, she gave them her card number. JT had spent enough on this trip, and she had no idea if Kurt had any money. Besides, blowing her winnings on indulgent excesses made it that much more fun. She hung up the phone and settled beside JT.
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