He looks gorgeous, dangerous, and more than a little inviting.
“I’m enjoyin’ my fuckin’ night,” Samson growls. “You want to leave?”
“You goin’ to fuck her?” Cohen mutters, his voice a little angry.
“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, raising a hand, trying to close my legs enough so that I’m not lying there wide open for the world to see. “Would you mind leaving so we can get back to it? Last time I checked I can do whatever I want with my body.”
Cohen’s eyes fall to my pussy and he tips his head to the side so he can see it beyond where Samson is standing. Something about the way he’s staring at it, at me, makes my blood hot and my body hotter. I’m drunk, smashed, and if I wasn’t, I probably wouldn’t do what I do next, but hell, I’m reckless and I never follow the god damned rules.
“Unless you want to join in.”
Cohen’s eyes snap to mine and Samson flinches.
“What, you two aren’t scared of a little threesome, are you?” I prompt and the two men start each other before Cohen steps in and closes the door behind him, this time locking it.
Oh, my word.
I didn’t think he’d come in.
I didn’t think he’d ever want anything to do with me.
Hell, I don’t want anything to do with him, but the idea of two gorgeous men ravishing my body isn’t something I’m about to turn down.
I suppose you could say I’m a slut, or a whore, or whatever else girls with a broken spirit get called, but I am what I am. I’ll take whatever names are thrown my way. I don’t care what other people think about me, hell, I don’t care what these two men think of me.
So long as it feels good, I’m down with it.
Cohen walks in closer and his eyes meet mine as Samson steps out of the way to expose me fully on the table. I lick my lips—my head is swimming, and I’m more than a little drunk, but that doesn’t stop me from letting my knees fall apart so Cohen can take a look at what he’s about to devour.
My god I’m a whore.
The thoughts in my mind should be illegal.
“Are you two going to do something or should I get started myself?”
I place my hand between my legs and start rubbing up and down, soaking my fingers in my own arousal.
The two men move closer and, with one more glance at each other, Samson gets back onto his knees and continues what he was doing, face buried deep in my pussy, tongue stroking over my clit. Cohen walks around to the side of him and leans over the pool table, just a little. He stares down at me, his eyes glassy, his breath strong with alcohol, whiskey, I think. Then he orders, “Take your shirt off.”
I do as he asks, discarding the shirt in a matter of seconds, until I’m lying on the pool table completely naked. Cohen reaches out, his fingers grazing over my nipple. He has a far-off expression on his face, almost like he’s experiencing something in another time, like he’s not fully here with me. “Always wondered how good you’d look naked.”
I blink, but I’m unable to process his words as a wave of pleasure rocks my body when he twists my nipple between his fingers and Samson plunges a finger deep inside my pussy as he devours it.
My god.
Pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my life explodes in my body. I whimper and my eyes flutter closed. Cohen squeezes and massages my breasts before leaning down and sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. My mind blanks out, for a moment my body is wrapped up in that much pleasure I can’t think straight, let alone comprehend just what’s happening right now. An orgasm so powerful rocks my body and when it dies down, I see that I’m clutching Cohen’s head and clamping my knees on Samson’s. My god, I want more.
So much more.
“Take me off this table,” I whimper.
They move quickly and, in one swoop, Cohen has my naked body lifted from the table. He walks over to a chair and sits down, maneuvering me so I’m straddling him. Suddenly, being this close to him, my body wound up in his, I’m reminded of a time when I wanted nothing more. A time when I thought this man was everything you could ever want in a man. My