The man’s eyes had been closed, but they blinked open, and when his gaze connected with mine, it had to mirror my surprise. But beneath his shock, I saw through to the truth. I didn’t know a thing about him . . . other than he wanted me to say yes.
It wasn’t like I’d never had a one-night-stand before. I’d gone home from the bars with a poor decision more than once when I was in college, and sometimes I slept with a guy on the first date, knowing it wasn’t going anywhere and I’d ghost him in the morning. I liked sex—like, a lot—and finding a partner wasn’t hard. But finding someone I wanted to hang out with long-term? That was much more of a challenge. Once the newness of them wore off, so did my interest.
So, if I let this guy fuck me, it would be an extreme one-night-stand. We didn’t know each other’s names and had barely spoken. Right now, the only thing we had in common was the man watching us from the couch.
That’s not true.
You want to say yes to this as badly as this stranger wants you to.
It was wild and reckless, but when had I let that stop me before? Was this really worse than getting naked and ambushing Clay in his house?
I panted for air, needing to build up energy to speak, but I didn’t get the chance. Clay sat forward, rested his elbows on his knees, and delivered a look so sexual it was indecent.
“If you don’t want him, then don’t come.” He said it like it was simple. “You’ll tell him ‘thank you,’ and he’ll know this is over and he should go back downstairs.” Behind his glasses, his eyes blinked slowly. Whatever he was about to say was so appealing to him, it was difficult to get the words out. Desire choked his voice. “Or he uses his tongue to give you an orgasm, and then he gets to try for another one using his cock.”
My shoulders shuddered as I exhaled a sharp breath. The concept was so powerful, I melted and collapsed flat on my back. As I lay on the leather, the stitching on the center seams rough against one of my shoulder blades, the man kneeling between my legs froze in place.
He was waiting for me to make my choice.
I’d already made it, hadn’t I?
But I was so overloaded with heat, I needed a moment to collect my thoughts. When I propped myself back up on my elbows and stared at the men, I found them waiting with bated breath, both hoping I wasn’t going to thank the man and dismiss him.
My hand shook with anxious excitement as I reached out and threaded my fingers through the man’s wavy hair.
It took him a moment to understand I wasn’t pushing him away, and his eyes widened with surprise before lidding with satisfaction. I tugged gently, urging him back to me and to use his mouth again. I wasn’t going to send him away.
Beyond him, my partner’s lips fell open, and he let out a pleased sigh. The sound of it was the best kind of foreplay. It turned me on even further, not that I needed any help there. The need inside me was dire.
The man’s tongue whipped at me, causing waves of bliss to crash through my center. I held Clay’s gaze, and his drilled right back into me, and my pulse sped until it felt like my heart was going to explode.
Jesus. The stranger was like a human Hitachi, and he’d just flipped the setting up to ‘high.’
“Fuck,” I groaned. My hips moved without thought, rocking against his face. My body was desperate to get off. I’d been existing in a prolonged state of arousal all night, and it had grown to a critical level during the show.
Time blurred. It mixed and swirled until it no longer had a shape or meaning.
But the man in the gray suit was relentless. When he paused to catch his breath and give his tongue a few seconds of rest, the pad of his thumb took over, rubbing back and forth on my sensitive clit.
“I’m going to come,” I whispered, although I wasn’t sure which man I was speaking to. No, that wasn’t true. I was letting them both know.
Clay’s eyes lit up. “Do it.”
This was a command I had no trouble obeying, not even when I knew some of the people in the room were watching. If anything, that just made it better.
I clenched a fistful of the man’s hair to hold on, and let the orgasm take me. Pleasure poured through me like lava, igniting every nerve ending. It made my muscles contract and flinch, and a cry of ecstasy rang from deep in the back of my throat. It left no doubt what had happened.
Dear lord, everything was tingling.
But the man didn’t slow down. His strong hands clamped around my hips, pinning me to the leather and preventing my escape. He was shameless as he licked and caressed, disregarding the way I bucked and bowed from the acute pleasure.
It wasn’t until I whined and let go of his hair that he finally released me, and—holy shit—he grinned like the devil. I’d just come, but I nearly did it all over again. His smile, coupled with his sexy hair that I’d disheveled, was lethal.
I was still recovering when Clay spoke, his words for the man. “She’ll sit in front of me. I want her between us while you fuck her.”
Oh, my God. Yes.
Clay watching me with the stranger was hot enough, but being between these men? That would be incendiary.
In my post-orgasm fog, my limbs were sluggish and shaky, but the man seemed aware. He straightened on his knees, helped me to sit upright, and then his arms circled around me, bringing us chest-to-chest.
I stared up at him and his breathtaking mouth. We were close enough it’d take no effort for one of us to kiss the other. It was so strange. He’d gone down on me and given me an orgasm, and yet kissing him felt like too much. Too forward.
Not to mention, it seemed shockingly dangerous.
The threat of his kiss didn’t last because one of his hands moved down and slid beneath my bottom, and then I was hoisted up into his arms. He turned and lowered me into the empty spot at the edge of the couch, directly between Clay’s spread legs.
As soon as I was seated, Clay put his hands on my waist and eased me toward him, so my back was against his hard chest. It was stunning how quickly everything had flipped. Now he was the one doing the touching and the man was the one watching us. As Clay gathered my hair and swooped it over a shoulder so it would be out of his way, I rested my hands on his knees.
It was nice, being up against him.
He tipped his head down, pressed his mouth to the pulse point just below my ear, and as he spoke, his lips fluttered against my skin. “Tell him to take his dick out. You want to see it.”
It was involuntary how my hands clenched on him, my body’s response to the heat of his order. I repeated his words as a tight, urgent plea to the man. “Get your dick out. I want to see it.”
The corner of his mouth hooked up like he was about to reveal a big secret, and it was sexy as hell. While he undid his belt and the fly of his gray suit pants, Clay shifted behind me. His arm snaked between our bodies as he retrieved something from his jacket pocket.
Then, a foil packet was slipped beneath my palm.
Well . . . if that wasn’t approval of what he wanted to happen, I didn’t know what was. My fingers curled around the condom while I watched the stranger’s methodical fingers work on undressing himself.