by Sadie May
His eyes flashed with amusement at my response and his gaze dropped down to my tits just like I knew they would. “Very nice,” he murmured. His gaze came back up to meet mine. “But I don’t do schoolgirls.”
I rolled my eyes. “Relax, I’m not underage. I’m about to graduate college.”
He pulled back, his gaze moving over me in a way that set my skin on fire. Oh shit, I couldn’t wait to ride this guy. Or maybe I’d show him how I liked to be licked….
“Let me guess,” he said slowly. “A sorority girl?”
I raised my brows in silent answer. Good guess.
He gave a little laugh and wiped the bar near me. “We get girls like you every now and again. Good girls who think they want to take a walk on the wild side.”
It took everything in me not to laugh. It was true that my sisters and I went to a bit of trouble to ensure that we looked the part of the good girl, but this guy had no idea what he was talking about.
Still, I never had been able to pass up an opportunity to tease a man, especially not one who looked like him. “You caught me,” I said, running a finger down my neck as I made a show of licking my lips. “I snuck out for a taste of danger. Think you could help with that?”
His laughter didn’t bother me, not when his eyes were devouring my body. He might have judged me all wrong but there was no doubting the fact that he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.
I just had to get him to admit it.
“Seriously,” he said, “What can I get you to drink?”
I ordered my usual gin and tonic and watched him walk off to get it. I watched his ass walk away, to be precise. Shit, the guy had a tight butt and the lean muscles I loved. Add to that a scruffy beard and disheveled, long dark hair and he was the living embodiment of my bad boy dreams. As hot as the lead singer, just without the on-stage charisma.
I watched him work as the opening band finished up their last set. My guy would be on soon enough but I didn’t want to wait. I had a long night ahead of me and I planned to make the most of it.
Sure enough, the bartender left the bar at one point, heading down a dark hallway toward what I imagined was a store room of some kind. Of course I followed.
I watched him walk inside a closed door and I followed right behind him, closing it behind me as he spun around at the sound. “Holy—” he started. Then his eyes seemed to adjust to the dim lighting like mine had done and his expression changed to one of confusion. “What are you doing back here?”
I tilted my head to the side. “I’d thought that would be obvious. I’m here to show you how us good girls like it.”
Hot and dirty. But he didn’t need to know that. Not just yet.
His eyes had darkened dangerously, his gaze moving over my knee-high socks and the short, pleated skirt. The thin, tight sweater that clung to my curves. I’d worn a see-through lace bra underneath and I knew he could see the outline through the fabric. Most likely he could see my hard nipples pressing against the sweater.
Just in case he missed it, I moved my hands up and touched myself. Over my breasts, making my nipples even harder, then down to my waist and hips. He watched my hands like a starving man staring at a buffet. It was sweet, really. I loved to be adored and this guy was doing a fantastic job of making me feel like a goddess.
“What are you doing?” he asked again.
I’d already answered him once. Now it was my turn to ask questions. “What’s your name?”
“James.” His voice was hoarse as he followed the movements of my hands which had slipped beneath the hem of my skirt and were working their way up, hitching the skirt up as they went.
“And how do you like it, James?”
That seemed to get his attention. His eyes shot up toward mine and I saw suspicion there. “What do you mean? What are you up to?”
I took a step closer. “Take your cock out for me, James. I want to see it.” Hell, I wanted to lick it, suck it, and then ride it. But we’d start slow. I was all about the anticipation.
“You want to—”
“Stay with me, James,” I scolded. “We don’t have much time.”
His brows drew together in confusion. “Why not?”
I closed the distance between us, irritated by his inability to follow commands. Looked like I had to take matters into my own hands. Reaching out I cupped his cock through the thick fabric of his jeans. He groaned at the contact and his cock hardened into mouth wateringly long length.
Oh sweet Jesus, I couldn’t wait to have that in me. Missy had been so right. I did need a man. More specifically, I needed a cock.
That was when I heard it. The music came to a stop and the crowd burst into applause. That meant my band would go on next. I couldn’t miss my guy’s performance, nothing turned me on more than watching him. He was why I’d set out for this club in the first place.
“We’re almost out of time,” I said, genuine sadness in my voice. I liked this guy—I liked everything from his scruffy beard to his all-seeing gaze. I like the way he didn’t bow down around me like a lot of boys did or look at me like just a sex toy like the older men at the club. He saw me. And right now he didn’t seem to like what he was seeing.
His gaze turned sharp and his hand caught mine, stopping me mid-caress. “I knew it,” he said, his voice low and filled with accusation. “This is why I never mess with good girls. You’re all a bunch of teases.”
I blinked at the harsh tone. “Well shit,” I murmured. “Sounds like someone’s had a bad experience.”
He smirked. “You could say that.” He was all cocky arrogance but I could clearly see the hurt that his condescension was hiding. Whoever this tease was, she’d done a number on him.
I sighed, listening as the next band was announced. Unfortunately I didn’t have time to stick around and play therapist for this sexy bartender, I had a lead singer to seduce. Still, I paused long enough to run a finger down the front of his shirt, letting myself appreciate the hard muscles beneath the material. “Sexy bartender, do you think—”
“James,” he interrupted. “The name is James.”
I gave him a little smile I knew would drive him nuts. “Okay, James. Did any of this seem like the actions of a good girl?” I gestured around the supply room, where I’d all but accosted the guy.
His lips started to curve up in a smile. Shit, if he smiled I might never be able to tear myself away.
When he leaned in his breath whispered over my cheek making me shiver. “We didn’t really do anything, now did we?”
I let out a choked laugh. “Fair enough, but if I had time—”
He waved me off. “Excuses, excuses. That’s what all the good girls do.”
Oh, now I was starting to get annoyed. I might dress the part, and yes, I might be the head of a sorority known for being chaste and pure, but this guy didn’t know the first thing about me.
But I wanted him to. I wanted to see him again. I wanted to talk to him again.
The feeling was unusual but not unpleasant.
“Look,” I said. “I am telling you right here and now, I’m no tease. I always finish what I start.”
His smirk told me he didn’t believe me. “Right, but you’re in a hurry to get out of here.” We both heard the new band being announced and understanding dawned in his eyes. “I wonder why.”
It wasn’t a question. I felt heat rising in my cheeks. Shit. I never blushed. But tonight I did because this guy saw me clearly.
“Ahh,” he said. “So you’re one of those girls.”
Ugh. I hated the way he said that. Like I was just another number. Which, maybe I was. I’d seen the crowds of girls who waited for the singer off stage. I knew I had my work cut out for me.
“No,” I said with as much dignity as I could muster. “I’m not one of those girls.” I moved closer to him so my tits were brushing against his chest. I got the satisfaction of feeling his cock harden in my hand. “I’m the one,” I whispered, not even sure what I meant as I said
it. It just seemed like the right thing to say.
His voice was a growl when he responded. “We’ll see about that.”
I pulled back slightly. “Let’s make a deal. If I can snag that lead singer, you owe me another shot with my new best friend.” I stroked his cock with the palm of my hand as I said it and was rewarded with a groan.
“Fine,” he bit out. “Deal.”
I spun around, eager to catch the band, but James’s voice reached me as I walked out.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Chapter Three
Here’s the trick to landing the guy that every woman wants and every guy wants to be.
You’ve got to convince yourself you just don’t care.
I mean, you do, obviously. But for me, it was a point of pride. It wasn’t like my life was at stake or anything. And I sure as hell didn’t need the validation. My ego was doing just fine, thank you very much. I didn’t need a sexy bartender or a hottie lead singer to know that I was the fucking bomb.
I’d spent the past three and a half years figuring out just how fucking hot I was. Now I just had to get the lead singer to see that. No biggie.
Here’s where all the other girls had it all wrong. They shook their little booties and wiggled their hips while he performed, but I knew he was looking right through them. The dude was sinfully delicious and the lead singer of a band. It would take more than a little wiggling and flirty looks to get his attention.
Luckily for me I’d spent the past year perfecting my striptease.
Oh sure, maybe I couldn’t go all out in the middle of the bar’s dance floor. But I could make sure he took notice. I stood off to the side a bit, making sure the glare from the lights didn’t obstruct his view. The first time his gaze swung my way, I made it look like an accident, bunching my skirt up as I twisted and turned, showing off part of my ass and the lacy black thong.
When I spun back I caught his eyes on me but he turned back to face the crowd. I didn’t mind. I already knew I had him where I wanted him.
Next time his gaze turned in my direction, I didn’t even pretend it was an accident. I licked my lips and smoothed my hands over my tits, just like I’d done for James. Speak of the devil….
“Do you really think this is going to work?” I shivered at the feel of his warm breath against the back of my neck. I’d twisted my curls up and out of the way as I was writhing and grinding. The bare skin got goosebumps when he spoke again. “Tons of girls throw themselves at Adam every night and he rarely falls for it. He’s got high standards when it comes to women.”
I turned slightly so I could see him, but kept my back to him so I could grind my ass against his erection. “You sound like you know him.”
“He’s my best friend. No one knows him better.” He smirked at me but I saw the desire in his eyes. He wanted me. And I’d have him…I’d have them both.
Mmm. The image in my head at that thought was delicious. It was decided, I wasn’t leaving here with anything less than two hottie cocks inside me. Preferably at the same time.
“So then, what does he like?” I asked.
His hands came around me waist, pulling me back against him. “He likes experienced women but he’s looking for someone who wants more than just a one night stand.”
I stopped dancing and turned to face him. “Wait, what?”
James’s amusement was obvious. “What, you thought he’d be a player?”
“Well…yeah,” I said. And who could blame me? The guy was hot—like James Franco meets Chris Pine hot. He should have been fucking every woman in sight as a humanitarian effort.
“You seem disappointed,” James said. “Let me guess. You just turned twenty-one and decided it was time to lose your virginity and you’ve decided Adam is your guy.”
I opened my mouth to interrupt but James seemed to be having too much fun with his totally off base predictions. “Or wait, I’ve got it. You’re rushing a sorority and fucking a band member is part of hazing. Or maybe this is just an old fashioned dare.”
He seemed so amused by himself I didn’t have the heart to interrupt. He seemed hellbent on believing that I was the type of girl he despised. He’d find out the truth soon enough. I wasn’t offended until he asked the next questions. “Are you ready to cry uncle and give up on this bet?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Hardly. If you think I’d back off a bet because it was a bit of a challenge, you don’t know me at all.”
He raised one brow. “I don’t know you at all.”
I leaned in close, so close my body was pressed against his as I whispered in his ear. “And I’m going to change that later tonight.”
I licked his earlobe and heard his hiss of air. I flashed him a naughty grin before turning once again to face the stage. Just in time, Adam was watching us. I reached for James’s hands and brought them around me.
“What are you—” James started. He stopped talking when I placed his hands on my tits, using his hands to push them up and out as I kept eye contact with Adam.
To his credit as a musician, he didn’t falter with the guitar, but he didn’t look away either. I smiled to myself. Oh yeah, I had him exactly where I wanted him.
Even James was on board even though he knew very well what I was doing. I knew the moment his control slipped. My grip loosened on his hands, but his grip tightened, his fingers molding my breasts and pinching my nipples. He might not have been doing it for Adam’s benefit, but we had his attention.
I let my head drop back on James’s shoulder as I reveled in the feel of his touch. I could feel the heavy weight of Adam’s stare as if he was touching me too. I did what I wished he was doing. Reaching down I lifted up the hem of my skirt, inching it higher as I spread my legs slightly.
When I lifted my head, I saw Adam’s intense gaze. His eyes were dark with desire as he watched my show. James was kissing my neck, nibbling on my earlobe. And I was being watched.
I was sure my smile was smug. This was exactly how I liked it. With two guys and an audience.
My fingers trailed over my thighs, moving up so slowly all three of us were breathless with anticipation. There were probably others watching—I wasn’t exactly being subtle—but that only added to my excitement.
My panties were dripping wet by the time my fingers reached my crotch. I moaned softly at the contact.
I had to be careful or I’d come right then and there on the dance floor.
I could feel the hard bulge of James’s cock pressing against my ass. I wriggled against him, teasing him, teasing us both.
“Jesus, I want to fuck you so bad.” His murmur in my ear felt like a confession. He hadn’t wanted to want me. He thought I was everything he didn’t want. A good girl, a girl who didn’t know what she wanted…a tease.
“And you will, James.” I turned to face him. “Just as soon as I win this bet.”
His gaze had fixed on my mouth and I wasn’t even sure if he heard me. I held back a sigh. Boys. They were so single-minded when it came to sex. It was true what they said that once a guy was turned on, his cock did all the thinking.
I patted his cheek as I pressed up against him, wiggling my hips up against his erection. “Trust me, once Adam’s set is over, we’re all going to win.”
Chapter
I was right. Of course I was right. It didn’t take a genius to know that Adam was horny as hell and he wanted me.
Step aside, bitches, and let a professional show you how it’s done.
I tugged on James’s hand until he followed me to the staircase that led off stage and down to what I assumed was a green room and storage area for the equipment. The moment the metal door to the staircase closed behind us, James was all over me. His hands were everywhere as his mouth closed over mine, his tongue staking a claim that left me hotter than I’d ever been. There was something wonderful primal about his possessiveness. I’ve got to admit, I got carried away by it. I stopped thinking about the bet and let myself enjoy the feel o
f his strong arms wrapped around my waist, holding me tight, the way his tongue stroked against mine as his hands feverishly groped my body, fondling my tits and then stroking my thighs.
Sweet Jesus, this guy was going to make me come before he even fucked me.
The sound of the medal door closing just above brought me back to my senses slightly. When Adam came into view I let my head fall back with a laugh. “Come to join the party?”
He looked delirious with lust. He moved toward me like a man in a dream. James stiffened like he might protest but I soothed him with a hand on the back of his neck, holding him to me. “You’re not going anywhere, and neither is he. There’s plenty of fun to be had for all of us.”
All protests died. I was certain these men never thought they’d be making out with the same girl in the stairwell of their workplace, but then again—they’d never met me.
I was in heaven. Who knew I’d find Jesus in the stairwell of a dingy downtown club?
Adam came to my side and was the sensitive lover to James’s primal beast. Adam was gentle and adoring, his lips soft against my neck, his touch thorough and slow, like he was studying every inch of me to remember later on.
Meanwhile, James was an animal. He was all fierce grabbing and frantic bites that had me panting alongside him as his feverish passion swept through me as well.
The combination of the two was beyond anything I’d experienced before. It was two completely different tempos and styles but somehow it worked. The three of us were moving, arching, thrusting, grinding in a rhythm of our own making.
The sound of voices near the door above us had James pulling back from a kiss. “Morgan, wait. We should go somewhere else for privacy.”
“I don’t need privacy,” I said. “I need to be fucked by the two of you.”
“Holy shit,” James said. “She’s serious.” He turned to look at Adam. “Dude, she wants to fuck us both.”
Adam was having too much fun kissing my bare breasts to reply. When he sucked hard on one of my nipples I threw my head back and groaned at the sweet pleasure.
I grabbed James by the edge of his pants and pulled him forward, releasing his cock as I did. “I told you from the start that I’d have my way with you, didn’t I?”
