soar in brand-new ways from double the pleasure, two times the bliss.
As my best friend trails his mouth along the back of her neck, I lower my face to her chest, dropping kisses along the exposed skin above those luscious breasts. I dust my lips along her sweet flesh, savoring that first honey taste of her as it swirls in my nose, goes to my head, makes my cock pound.
But tonight isn’t about my cock at all.
This is about the chance to bring incandescent pleasure to a woman who appears to covet it.
That is my greatest turn-on. To make a woman go wild, to make her pant, moan, and scream. To make her knees weak, her heart hammer, and her panties so damn damp that they’re utterly useless.
And then, to multiply her lust. Because bliss can be better when there are two men giving it to one woman.
When she can feel us everywhere.
I roam my lips over the delicious skin of her chest, kissing along her sternum, moving up to the hollow of her throat. I lick her there as Daniel’s hands rope in her blonde strands, as he brushes kisses along the edge of her shoulders. She gasps and sighs. Shivers too.
We are both adoring her with our lips and hands and bodies.
That’s what I want—for her to feel worshipped. Like a queen of her own pleasure.
I kiss her neck with that goal in mind—to make her writhe, to make her moan. She gasps and pants, and I haven’t even reached her lips yet. I journey up her neck to her chin, kissing her there, sucking.
Then I break that kiss, cup her jaw, and slide my thumb along her face. Daniel bends lower, kissing the back of her neck as her lips part in an oh. She grinds against me, sounds falling from her mouth that are so damn dangerous and delicious. I want to swallow them down, drink them up, devour them.
I can’t wait any longer. Closing my eyes, I drop my lips to hers, and I savor the taste of her kiss.
The second I touch her, she shudders, a sigh falling between our lips, a sigh that tells me she’ll be coming from my hand very soon.
I’ll win the bet.
But I’ve already won it, for all intents and purposes.
We already know who’s leading, only I don’t actually care about the bet. I’d lose that money double times over for another taste of her.
I have plenty of green. This game is never about the money. It’s about the chase, the thrill, the high of bringing this type of bliss to a woman, often for the first time. Of introducing something to her that she may never have experienced before but that might make her lose her mind with lust. And I’ve become addicted to making the woman I’m with come, come hard, then come harder than she ever has before, whatever it takes. Pleasure is the cure. Pleasure is always the goal.
I slide my hand lower along her skirt, cupping her through her clothes, letting her know where I’m headed. The catch in her breath tells me she wants me there, wants me to keep going.
My lips devour hers; my tongue strokes inside her mouth. We are hungry, greedily sucking on each other.
Every single second of kissing her is a sensual feast, especially when she breaks the kiss to utter one enticing word.
That makes me want her even more.
6
Sage
I’m a good girl.
At least I was. Once upon a time, maybe in another lifetime, I was vanilla.
I’d never thought about being in a triple scoop though. Never had this chance. I didn’t even know I’d want two men.
The only thing I was truly aware of when tonight began, back in my suite with the makeup, the hair, the jewels, and the clothes, was that I needed something.
Contact.
Connection.
Touch.
That feeling of being alive in my body.
Of being sensual.
I didn’t know that would mean two men.
But now, at the masquerade, I’m a new woman, a naughty woman, a kinky woman.
And if this is bad, bring it on.
Because I want more.
I want more of these sensations colliding inside of me, smashing, banging, crashing. Coming from all over me, from behind me, from in front of me. From all around me.
I never knew that pleasure could feel this way. That two men not only meant pleasure would be doubled, but amplified, played in surround sound, broadcast in high definition.
I feel so much. I feel everywhere—in my bones, in my cells, on my skin.
I am