“Sounds good.” She nods tersely at the three of us. “Have a good evening.”
“You too,” I say politely. I don’t want to make an enemy of Juliette.
* * *
The moment we step into Daniel’s mirrored foyer and the front door closes behind us, I’m sandwiched between their rock hard bodies. “All evening,” Daniel’s voice vibrates against my throat, “I’ve been thinking of you. Of the butt plug lodged in your ass. Of your wet, slick pussy.”
My back is pressed against Sebastian’s chest. His arms lock around my waist, keeping me close. My breathing comes faster and my heart pounds in my ribcage. We’ve had sex before, the three of us, but anal is new to me. Anticipation turns my nipples hard, and a tiny wisp of fear sets me shivering.
Daniel’s hands slide down, infinitely slowly, down my forearms. “Do you trust us?” His voice is hoarse with his own lust, gravelly with need. “Or are you afraid?”
I look into his brown eyes. “Can I not be both?” I ask softly. “It’ll hurt, won’t it?”
Sebastian’s teeth nip sharply at the soft skin at my shoulder, and intense desire shoots through me. “Did that hurt?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Was it good?”
Oh god yes. Who am I kidding? I want this. I want to know them in this most intimate of ways. All evening, the butt plug buried in my ass has been making me aware, needy. Now, adventure beckons and I’m ready.
Daniel kneels in front of me, pulling my jeans down so they bunch at my ankles. His broad palms rip my panties. “Hey,” I protest half-heartedly, but he ignores my yelp.
“Spread your legs for me, Bailey,” he orders. “I want to taste every inch of your pussy.”
Sebastian’s grip holds me up, thank heavens, because my body becomes boneless as Daniel’s tongue plunges into my center. As his lips and teeth nibble, nip and suck, his fingers close around the plug that’s embedded in my ass, and he pulls it out slowly.
I gasp as I feel my hole stretch to accommodate the widest part of the plug. He almost pulls it out of my body completely before pushing it back in. My entire body tingles, from my fingertips to my toes, and the only word I can use to describe the way I feel is naughty. I feel wicked and wanton, held against one man’s chest while another man touches me so intimately, so possessively.
“You like that, Bailey?” Sebastian’s voice is smoky. “Don’t be coy. Look in the mirror.”
Oh. The mirror. I’d forgotten about it.
I am transfixed by my reflection. My pale thighs are a stark contrast to the black fabric of my t-shirt. Sebastian’s biceps bulge as he holds me still. Daniel’s head is nestled between my legs, and I watch the powerful muscles of his back ripple under his shirt.
“Do you know what I see, Bailey?” His voice has taken on a ragged edge. “I see the way you bite down on your lip when Daniel’s tongue circles your clitoris. I see the way you clench your fists when he plays with the plug.” The cadence of his tone changes, and he issues a crisp order. “Pinch your nipples for me.”
“Through my top?” I don’t recognize the way I sound. Throaty. Breathless.
Daniel shoves two fingers into my wet pussy and I moan aloud. My hands move up to caress my breasts, feather-light touches that have only one purpose - to drive Daniel and Sebastian as wild as they drive me. My nails scratch my nubs and I hold Sebastian’s gaze in the mirror as I squirm against his thickening erection. “Do you like that?” I whisper.
There’s a blaze in his eyes. “Take off the shirt. Now.”
Cool air wafts over my skin as I shed the garment. Daniel sits back on his haunches, his eyes locked on my body, and the instant the garment flies across the room, he continues his assault on my pussy.
“Put your hands behind your back.” Sebastian isn’t done with his instructions. “Touch my dick.”
Gladly. I run my palms up and down his denim-covered shaft, while Daniel’s tongue sucks and swirls and relentlessly and repeatedly brings me to the edge of orgasm. “Please,” I pant out. All evening long, I’ve been one hair-trigger away from release. He has to stop torturing me.